More Terrifying Than Fists Was the Spear (Please Follow and Recommend)

Zhang Lexuan watched Yu Daoyun fight, utterly dumbfounded.

Was this really the strength of a junior?

Now she understood why Dai Yueheng had been punched straight into the infirmary.

Dragon Fist ignored armor. Even Evil Soul Masters, renowned for their strength, had been beaten into fleeing with their heads in their hands. Dai Yueheng had gotten off lightly by merely being sent to the infirmary.

"Sister Lexuan."

Han Ruoruo murmured to herself, feeling as if her worldview had collapsed. "Maybe we've had the wrong idea about this junior who spends all day eating, cultivating, and hammering away at metal whenever he has nothing else to do."

"We can't compare someone with a Golden Dragon Martial Soul to Soul Masters of the same rank. He's practically the embodiment of strength."

"When the junior goes berserk, he's like a tyrannosaurus."

Zhang Lexuan couldn't agree more. She even gave that a like.

All this time, they had treated their junior like a little brother. They'd never expected the fun-loving, voracious fellow to be a humanoid Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear.

The way he tore through everything, the terrifying aura he unleashed—it was off the charts.

After their brief lapse, the two women turned their attention back to the Undead Controller and unleashed their Soul Skills.

Seeing this, the Evil Soul Emperor roared, "Damn you, you mad dogs from Shrek! You bite everyone you meet! I only killed a few people and stole a few things, and now you want me dead!"

Zhang Lexuan said coldly, "You're burning through your life force to resist my Martial Soul Avatar. How much longer can you hold out? Those who kill must pay with their lives. That's been the rule since ancient times."

Han Ruoruo swung the Shaking Gold Rope. "Sister Lexuan, why waste your breath on an Evil Soul Master? He thinks you're kindhearted and easy to bully. He could talk until his lips fell off, and I still wouldn't let him go today."

"Fifth Soul Skill, Golden Rope Bind!"

As her Fifth Soul Ring lit up, the Shaking Gold Rope instantly expanded, becoming a net that bound all the Soul Spirits released by the Evil Soul Emperor.

His underlings were caught in it too.

The undead tried to break free, but couldn't budge.

Even the five-ring undead were helpless against the Shaking Gold Rope.

The Inner Court's number one control-type Soul Master truly lived up to her reputation.

Zhang Lexuan seized the opening and sent more than a dozen beams of moonlight sweeping out, killing them in an instant.

The Evil Soul Emperor was gravely wounded by the blow. He cried out in pain.

Two of his five-ring underlings were killed as well.

Zhang Lexuan looked down at the Evil Soul Emperor coldly. "Your time is up!"

"Heh heh heh..."

The Evil Soul Emperor laughed maniacally. He glanced at his two surviving underlings, then grabbed both of them by the head and refined them into Soul Power in an instant.

Then he turned his gaze to eight-year-old Yu Daoyun. His Sixth Soul Ring lit up as he shouted, "You want to kill me? Then let's see who's stronger! Sixth Soul Skill, Soul Sacrifice!"

In the blink of an eye, darkness spread overhead. One by one, the Evil Soul Masters present dissolved into blood.

Then one powerful undead after another clawed its way out of the ground.

These undead had not only retained the Soul Rings and abilities they possessed in life, but had become even stronger.

The Evil Soul Emperor's Soul Power surged to the seven-ring rank, and he launched an attack on Zhang Lexuan and Yu Daoyun.

The Supervision Group members fighting nearby immediately paled.

Ma Xiaotao clenched her teeth, unleashing the Evil Fire Phoenix's Soul Skills. "Damn it! My Evil Fire can't counter them anymore. These bastards keep getting stronger!"

Dai Yueheng was covered in wounds and in just as sorry a state.

Ling Luochеn, on the other hand, had stayed near Yu Daoyun and was mostly unharmed.

At that moment,

Yu Daoyun looked at the undead before him, now stronger than ever, and silently lowered his fists.

Fists were useless against a bunch of corpses.

He raised his hand and called, "Spear, come!"

Whoosh! A dazzling golden light flashed, and the Golden Dragon Spear appeared in Yu Daoyun's hand.

"You can run for your lives now!"

Yu Daoyun let out a cold shout. His Third Soul Ring lit up, and he said in a low voice, "Third Soul Skill, Thirteen Golden Dragon Spears."

He swung the Golden Dragon Spear with all his might, and the spear's radiance formed a crescent moon.

Crack!

The three-ring undead's head was severed in the blink of an eye. The lower half of its body remained standing for a moment before exploding into energy.

The next instant, Yu Daoyun appeared behind another undead and thrust his spear through it.

One thrust followed another, each more powerful than the last.

This Soul Skill's strength lay in how it built up power with each strike, making every thrust more terrifying than the one before.

The legendary charge—seven advances and seven retreats—had come to life.

Nearby, Ling Luochеn didn't dare let her guard down. Her Third and Fourth Soul Rings lit up in turn.

"Third Soul Skill, Ice Prison."

"Fourth Soul Skill, Ice Mist."

As the two control-type Soul Skills were unleashed, an icy fog storm swept across the battlefield, slowing the undead, suppressing Ma Xiaotao's flames, and buying Yu Daoyun and the other Supervision Group members precious time.

Han Ruoruo sent out her Shaking Gold Rope again, binding a large number of undead.

Yu Daoyun looked at the slowed and bound undead and grinned. He suddenly raised the Dragon Spear and thrust it through one of them.

Boom!

Another three-ring undead turned into energy.

Then he rushed over to Ma Xiaotao and swept his spear sideways, killing another undead.

Ma Xiaotao stamped her foot in frustration. "I've been fighting this whole time, and you steal all the credit! I'm so mad..."

"I was worried something might happen to you."

Yu Daoyun glanced back with a faint smile, then charged into the fight again.

Ma Xiaotao was annoyed but helpless, so she went to steal Dai Yueheng's credit instead.

Just then, the Evil Soul Emperor was killed in midair by Han Ruoruo and Zhang Lexuan. His foul-smelling blood splashed onto the surviving undead.

The four-ring undead immediately charged at Yu Daoyun, who was focused on fighting. It moved as fast as the wind.

Zhang Lexuan shouted, "Junior, get back!"

Yu Daoyun turned and saw the undead charging straight at him.

It was already too late to retreat.

Only one strike remained!

In an instant, Yu Daoyun covered his right hand in scales, concentrated his strength in one spot, and hurled the Golden Dragon Spear with all his might.

The spear blazed with golden light as it pierced through the undead's body.

Boom!

The four-ring undead exploded, and the Golden Dragon Spear absorbed all its energy.

Everyone in the Supervision Group breathed a sigh of relief.

It was over!

That kid was so strange. Even his companion weapon was terrifying.

Yu Daoyun strode over, pulled out the Golden Dragon Spear, and converted the energy it had absorbed into his own Soul Power.

The Soul Power he'd just spent was instantly replenished.

After the battle ended, Zhang Lexuan and the others hurried over at once.

Zhang Lexuan's eyes were full of concern. "Junior, are you all right?"

Yu Daoyun grinned. "Aside from how satisfying it was to kill an Evil Soul Master, I'm completely fine. That was the first time I'd felt just how terrifying my strength could be."

"Exactly. You stole all my credit," Ma Xiaotao said from the side, arms crossed as she complained.

She'd finally gotten to spend all that time fighting undead, only for a child to steal the credit at the end.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

Yu Daoyun smiled. "I was worried your Evil Fire might flare up. Besides, I was helping you deal with the trouble. How can you be so petty?"

Ling Luochеn immediately stepped forward to explain. "I can vouch for him. The junior was looking out for you. What if your Evil Fire flared up and you lost control? I don't have enough Soul Power to suppress it for you."

Ma Xiaotao fell silent.

She couldn't win the argument and didn't want to argue with Ling Luochеn.

No matter what, she was always the one in the wrong.

At that moment, Han Ruoruo stepped in to smooth things over. She reached out and patted Yu Daoyun's head, speaking gently. "The junior did wonderfully. We'd been underestimating his strength all this time. In truth, even someone with four rings would have to give him a wide berth."

"The Golden Dragon really is an Ultimate Martial Soul. Amazing."