Use That Thing? Now?

After transforming their bodies into clouds, Zhongli Tian and Zhongli Di saw their speed surge. After flickering to dodge the soul cannonballs fired by Xu Yan, they quickly split to either side, seemingly intending to use their natal beast souls to pin down Xu Yan before pincering Xu Yu to turn the tide.

Breaking through the barrage, the two gray clouds appeared on either side of Xu Yu, and their blood-colored beast souls expanded to a wider area, surrounding Xu Yan and Xu Yu completely.

Returning to human form, the brothers Zhongli Tian and Zhongli Di glared viciously at Xu Yu, wishing they could rush forward and tear her to shreds—

If it weren't for the damned soul cannonballs of those two Level 8 Soul Engineers, their beast souls would never have suffered such heavy losses.

"Hehehe, now I want to see what other tricks you have left," Zhongli Di let out a sinister, cackling laugh and licked his lips maliciously. "Surrender, perhaps you might still get a quick death."

"You two old bastards, are you really so confident you can keep this Marquis here?" Xu Yu asked with an expressionless face.

"Yes, you aren't going anywhere. As long as we wait for the third brother to drag those people back, everything will be fine. By then, heh heh, you'll be in for a real treat."

Blasting through the encirclement of blood-colored beast souls with a single shot, Xu Yan fought while retreating, quickly reaching Xu Yu's side. The Crimson Gold Lion and the Nether Ghost Tiger also flanked from the other side, coordinating with the Zhongli brothers to trap the two of them in the middle.

"Xu Yan..." Xu Yu let out a long breath, her brow filled with malice. She said, "Use that thing!"

"What? Xu Yu, use that thing? Right now?"

"Mm." Xu Yu didn't speak, just nodded incessantly.

"Fine, I understand."

After speaking, Xu Yan scratched his ear dismissively and, with a blank expression, took out an object from his storage soul tool that was completely different from any soul tool used previously.

It was a metallic object about 1.7 meters long, with a conical front and a ring-shaped groove at the rear. It was seamless, looking like a single integrated piece. The pale gold body shimmered with a metallic luster.

An indescribable, frenzied, and tyrannical aura, accompanied by an unstoppable, scorching heat, radiated from it. Even just looking at it, Zhongli Tian felt a chill run down his spine, and he nearly failed to suppress the urge to turn and flee for his life.

"Level 9... Level 9 Fixed Soul Cannonball." Zhongli Di, equally shocked, stammered out in alarm.

"Where the hell did you get that!" Zhongli Tian roared, seemingly trying to dispel the fear in his heart with his shout.

"What business is it of yours where I got it! We are two Marquises from the Sun-Moon Empire royal family; in terms of seniority, we are relatives of the Emperor himself. Do you really think we couldn't get our hands on this to protect our lives?"

"You, and you! Don't you dare move! If you move, I'll detonate it, and we'll all go out together!"

Xu Yan didn't coddle these two old fossils; he very bluntly hoisted a soul cannon and pressed it against the 'super weapon of mass destruction' at his side, posturing as if he were ready to blow everyone present to pieces.

On his face, there wasn't a trace of panic or trepidation; there was only a sense of ease and nonchalance that defied description.

It felt as if... he wasn't preparing to detonate a Level 9 Fixed Soul Cannonball, but rather a tiny firecracker.

A Level 9 Fixed Soul Cannonball meant that it was, in itself, a Level 9 soul tool.

Furthermore, it was a one-time-use Level 9 soul tool.

When paired with a special Level 9 soul cannon, it could even strike targets from halfway across the continent.

Of course, even without a Level 9 soul cannon, there were many ways to detonate it at close range, but the consequences, needless to say, were self-evident.

The destructive power of a Level 9 Fixed Soul Cannonball was enough to make a Super Douluo turn pale, and if an ordinary Titled Douluo faced one head-on, there was no possibility other than death.

"..."

Facing this ultimate weapon of mass destruction—which would kill anyone below a Super Douluo upon contact and leave a Super Douluo severely crippled—

Zhongli Tian could no longer maintain his composure as the elder brother. While struggling to squeeze an ugly smile onto his face, he cursed internally.

"Young man, you, you, you are all still young, there's really no need to go this far!" Zhongli Di wiped his sweat while retracting his surrounding beast souls, terrified that he might annoy Xu Yan and cause him to turn into a giant firecracker and blow them all up!

"The second brother is right. Don't be agitated. Let's talk this out. It's just a princess, right? We won't capture her anymore, okay?" Zhongli Tian forced a smile, using his gentlest tone to say the most cowardly words:

"Heh! Can we... can we reconcile now!?"

"Pfft—"

Seeing these two Soul Douluo evil soul masters acting like such spineless cowards, Xu Yan finally couldn't hold back his laughter and let out a snort.

He tilted his head, wearing an incredibly punchable expression as he mocked the evil soul master brothers: "Reconcile? At this moment? You two old geezers aren't joking with me, are you?"

"If you're so afraid of death, why even be evil soul masters! You two gutless things, just honestly crawl home and eat shit!"

Zhongli Tian, Zhongli Di: "..."

(⩺︷⩹) Everything was going fine, why did you have to resort to personal attacks...

At this moment, Zhongli Ren, who had gone to capture their leverage, was completely unaware that his two brothers were being firmly held in place by two 'lunatics' who intended to use a Level 9 Fixed Soul Cannonball like a firecracker.

Because he could already see the backs of those three little girls.

Hehehe, as long as I drag you back, everything will be fine.

Seeing the distance between both sides closing, Zhongli Ren suddenly thought to himself.

But could everything really go as he wished?

The answer was not necessarily.

Because not far from him, a certain unnamed possessor of an Angel Martial Soul had just finished absorbing the fourth soul ring of his first martial soul and was striding toward the direction of the Mixed Zone.

"Qian, it's strange to say, but that big guy with the peach-blossom eyes was observing us in secret, but then he suddenly turned his head and left, as if his grandmother was about to give birth to an uncle for him."

"Grandmother giving birth to an uncle... hiss, Rakshasa, who did you learn these thunderous metaphors from..." Qian Yuhan glanced with a complex expression at the Rakshasa Phantom beside him, who was full of bizarre metaphors. Just as he looked up, he saw two people with flight soul tools on their backs, carrying a person between them, zipping across the sky from over a hundred meters away.

"Those three people... they look a bit familiar." The Rakshasa Phantom shielded his eyes with his hand and looked into the distance, whispering: "Hey, isn't this the group from last night? Why are they in such a sorry state, as if someone is chasing them..."

Before the Rakshasa Phantom could finish his sentence, another figure with glowing soul rings zipped past not far away. Even from a distance, Qian Yuhan, who was extremely sensitive to the aura of evil soul masters, could feel a thick, bloody stench rushing toward him from the other party.

And then, a scene of corpses strewn across the field abruptly appeared in Qian Yuhan's mind.