Golden Radiance Shock-Kill Sword

Inside Mimicry Training Ground No. 36, Feng Piaoling shifted his stance, flickering like lightning. With every step he took, his Green Lotus Sword lashed out. No sword radiance erupted; the true power was restrained within, yet the aura of the blade tearing through the void left one with a sense of profound shock.

This was a restrained explosion, akin to the sharpest strike in the world, soul-stirring and heart-stopping.

"Golden Radiance Shock-Kill Sword, nothing it cannot sever."

Golden Radiance Shock-Kill Sword was the name Feng Piaoling had given to the new sword technique he created based on the Dark Gold Terrorclaw.

Clang, clang...

Blazing sparks exploded outward as the incredibly sturdy, specially-made iron pillar was forcibly torn open, revealing a massive gash.

One must know, only those with the strength of a Soul Saint could fully destroy such a pillar.

Yet, through continuous, relentless attacks, Feng Piaoling had managed to inflict damage upon it.

While this power did not yet match the Dark Gold Terrorclaw, it was drawing ever closer.

Most importantly, unlike the fixed and rigid attack pattern of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw, the Golden Radiance Shock-Kill Sword allowed Feng Piaoling to control it at will, enabling him to unleash unpredictable strikes time and again through his own mastery of the sword.

Once Feng Piaoling imbued the Green Lotus Sword with nine soul rings over one hundred thousand years old, it was hard to imagine what terrifying power this technique would unleash. Of course, by then, perhaps Feng Piaoling would have already created even more powerful combat skills, or even divine techniques!

"The Golden Radiance Shock-Kill Sword can tear through the iron pillar at close range, but it likely wouldn't hold up from a distance."

Feng Piaoling understood clearly that only a tangible, solid attack was the greatest attack. Two people of equal strength would not engage in long-range combat; after all, without overwhelming power, the force of an attack would be mostly dissipated over such a distance.

Distance was a law that could never be ignored in any world.

Clang, clang, clang...

With one sword strike carving a gash into the iron pillar, Feng Piaoling's speed increased, and in the blink of an eye, he had unleashed dozens, if not hundreds, of strikes.

The already riddled iron pillar could no longer support itself under this barrage of attacks; with a loud bang, it shattered into thousands of pieces.

At the same time, the soul power within Feng Piaoling's body flowed like water, gradually accelerating to complete one small cycle after another, finally returning to his dantian.

It flowed out again, repeating the process in an endless loop.

Hum!

His dantian pulsed slightly. Feng Piaoling withdrew his sword and stood still, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. "My soul power has broken through to level thirty-five. It's a few days earlier than I anticipated."

With his soul power reaching level thirty-five and the Golden Radiance Shock-Kill Sword showing initial success, the soul power within Feng Piaoling's body was mostly exhausted.

He sat cross-legged on the Soul Tool platform, circulating the Green Lotus Sword Art to recover his soul power.

About half an hour later, Feng Piaoling, his soul power fully restored, opened his eyes. Just then, the door to the mimicry training ground was knocked, and Jiang Nannan's voice sounded from outside, "Benefactor."

Feng Piaoling gathered the shattered pieces of the iron pillar into a separate storage Soul Tool and returned the iron pillars provided by Shrek Academy to their original positions before stepping forward to open the door.

"Level thirty-eight. It seems your harvest has been quite good."

Feng Piaoling looked Jiang Nannan up and down and nodded.

"All of this is thanks to the Soul Ascension Pill provided by Benefactor; otherwise, I wouldn't have broken through so quickly."

Jiang Nannan was already fourteen, about three years older than Feng Piaoling.

To break through to level thirty-eight at this age was absolutely the mark of a rare genius.

"Then continue to cultivate diligently in the future; consider it repaying the kindness I have shown you." Feng Piaoling smiled.

"Yes. Nannan will certainly keep Benefactor's teachings in mind, and I will strive to cultivate, never failing to live up to Benefactor's expectations."

Jiang Nannan nodded heavily, then changed the subject, suddenly asking, "Benefactor, do you still need me to accompany you in your cultivation today?"

"No need. It's getting late today; let's do it tomorrow." Feng Piaoling walked out of the No. 36 training room, looked through the corridor window at the darkening night, and shook his head.

Jiang Nannan's eyes brightened, and she gathered her courage. "In that case, why don't we take a walk by Sea God Lake to relax a little?"

"Uh..." The corners of Feng Piaoling's mouth twitched. So, this girl had been waiting for this.

Very well, he had just broken through to level thirty-five, and his soul power improvement wouldn't happen in this brief moment anyway. It was a good opportunity to familiarize himself with the layout of Shrek Academy.

"Let's go." Feng Piaoling agreed casually.

Jiang Nannan's face lit up with joy, and she pulled Feng Piaoling out of the building housing the mimicry training grounds.

The two bypassed the freshman teaching building and headed east along Shrek Plaza.

After passing through the woods beside the path, the shimmering Sea God Lake appeared before them.

Soft water vapor mingled with the fresh air, washing over them, accompanied by the evening glow, the setting sun, green trees, and their reflections.

Everything looked so beautiful.

Yet, every time Feng Piaoling thought of the scene where his beloved parents were brutally murdered, he felt an intense hatred for everything related to Shrek.

Evil Soul Masters.

This would forever be an indelible hatred in Feng Piaoling's heart.

And the root of all this stemmed from Tang San.

"It's so beautiful." Jiang Nannan did not know what Feng Piaoling was thinking. Looking at the beautiful scenery before her, she couldn't help but take a deep breath and stretch her body vigorously.

Whether intentional or accidental, during the stretch, her top inevitably pulled upward, revealing her rounded, perky buttocks.

Because of this, Feng Piaoling's attention was diverted, and after a brief glance, his mood returned to its previous calm.

It was at this very moment that the aged voice of Electrolux resonated within his mind, "Your heart seemed to falter just now."

"Isn't it normal for a heart to falter when seeing a girl's skin exposed?"

Feng Piaoling replied with indifference.

"That is not what I meant. I am referring to your heart; it seems to harbor hatred," Electrolux stated.

"What, is Senior trying to persuade me to abandon the hatred in my heart?" Feng Piaoling's expression turned cold.

"No, I merely wish to remind you not to let hatred blind your eyes," Electrolux said, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"Senior may rest assured on that account. Before I become truly powerful, I will not do anything foolish. After all, one only has a single life; once it is gone, everything is lost."

Feng Piaoling's words were both a reply to Electrolux and a warning to himself.

Just then, Feng Piaoling suddenly sensed a scorching heat rapidly approaching his position.

Glancing to the side, he saw a cloud of fire flying swiftly along the lakeshore toward them, turning all the vegetation it passed into scorched yellow.

At this moment, the fire cloud was chasing a cerulean butterfly—or rather, that description was not quite accurate; to be precise, it was chasing two people.

The owner of that cerulean butterfly martial soul was none other than Wang Dong'er, whose identity had been exposed by an undercover agent at his behest.

She was currently clutching a petite girl, fleeing in a disheveled state. The wings of the Radiant Goddess Butterfly, hailed as the most beautiful beast martial soul on the continent, were curling up in an instant, and the two of them plummeted toward their direction simultaneously.

"This aura... could it be Ma Xiaotao?"

Feng Piaoling's expression tightened. Seeing Ma Xiaotao drawing closer and closer, he dared not hesitate for a second. He slapped the Earth Escape Talisman stuck to his chest: "Nannan, wrap your arms around my waist."