Low Frequency, High Frequency, Soul and Matter Combined?

"Balan, a Ninth-Level Ascetic of the Radiant Church and disciple of Fallen Leaf, leader of the Radiant Church's ascetics. His strength ranked near the top among Ninth-Level Warriors."

"Usually lived in the slums of Fenlai City and occasionally took part in a series of activities held by the Radiant Church... But the intelligence did not mention Balan having contracted any magical beast."

After disguising himself, Moke strolled through the slum district, but not the area where Balan lived.

The intelligence had Balan's address, but Balan was also a Ninth-Level Warrior with extremely keen senses, so Moke did not go directly to his door.

He rented a room near Balan's residence and waited for his prey there.

"Balan has never contracted a magical beast, so the one who stole Prust's child might not have been him. But Balan is currently the only lead..."

Moke was in no rush and simply disguised himself as a resident of the slums.

Before confirming the specific target, he did not want to alert the enemy.

Moreover, if Moke remembered correctly, Fallen Leaf, the leader of the ascetics, also seemed to live in the slums. Moke would not choose to make a move here.

Fallen Leaf was a Saint Realm Peak expert, absolutely not someone Moke could provoke at present.

Although Balan lived in the slums, he rarely showed himself.

It was not until Moke's seventh day living here that he saw Balan return from outside, dressed in coarse linen clothes. He had returned alone.

"Not him!" Moke frowned. The person who had stolen Prust's child truly was not Balan.

"Should I wait here, or go to the Blade Organization and buy new intelligence?"

"There are quite a few Ninth-Level Ascetics in the Radiant Church. The Blade Organization may not know who contracted the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion cub."

"But I should still go ask." Moke quietly headed for the Blade Organization.

"Nothing?"

After leaving the Blade Organization, Moke returned to the slums to continue watching Balan.

He was not in a hurry. No matter where he was, he could cultivate.

The slums gave Moke the feeling that he was back in Wushan Town. The buildings, surroundings, customs, and people here all resembled Wushan Town.

There was none of the luxury of Fenlai City's prosperous districts. Instead, the place carried the vitality of everyday life.

"This Balan, like Fallen Leaf, often treats the people in the slums. He cultivates light-element battle qi. He has probably reached the Ninth-Level Peak."

Balan reaching the Ninth-Level Peak did not concern Moke. Balan absolutely would not withstand a single move from him.

What made Moke ponder was Balan's conduct.

When the interests of the Radiant Church were not involved, its people behaved no differently from ordinary people. The ascetics in particular were mostly kindhearted.

But once the Radiant Church's interests were involved, these ascetics acted with extreme ruthlessness, claiming they were sending bad people to meet the Radiant God.

Moreover, under their influence, many people displayed absolute loyalty to the Radiant Church—blind devotion. Perhaps if the Radiant Church told them to die, some would choose suicide without hesitation.

"The Radiant Church must be completely eradicated!" What Moke had seen in the slums only strengthened his resolve.

Late at night, in the crude room Moke had rented, he cultivated the Holy Dragon Secret Canon bare-chested.

The surrounding magical elements entered his body through every pore, then transformed into Holy Dragon Battle Qi under the conversion of the Holy Dragon Secret Canon.

"After a Holy Dragon Warrior cultivates the Holy Dragon Secret Canon, the battle qi within his body grows far faster than that of ordinary people. Perhaps I can become an Eighth-Level Warrior tomorrow!"

Moke had a premonition, because the Holy Dragon Battle Qi in his body was truly growing rapidly.

He was already advancing toward the middle stage of the Seventh-Level Warrior rank.

"After becoming an Eighth-Level Warrior, my transformation will definitely reach the Saint Realm. But the gap between Saint Realm experts is even greater than the gap between a First-Level Warrior and a Ninth-Level Warrior. The main thing is still comprehending the Laws."

After cultivating the Holy Dragon Secret Canon, heat steamed from Moke's entire body. His skin was unusually crimson, as though he had just emerged from a pot of boiling oil.

After taking a quick cold bath, Moke sank into thought again.

"Sword Cry is a move I comprehended from the Laws of Wind. It uses constant vibrations through the air to produce infrasound that directly affects the enemy's soul."

"However, although this move can affect Ninth-Level experts, it has very little effect on Saint Realm experts. How can I increase Sword Cry's power?"

Moke's mind was like a high-precision computer. Countless thoughts flashed through it every second, only to be rejected one by one.

Sometimes, he would pick up the Iron Leaf Sword and slash swiftly through the air, sensing the vibrations caused as the blade cut through it.

"I possess the top-tier comprehension of the Coiling Dragon world. My comprehension should be even stronger than Linley's."

"But Linley later comprehended the Laws of Earth and grasped Earth Pulse. The power of Hundredfold Waves was definitely not weak. With vibration after vibration stacking together, even Saint Realm Peak experts would find it difficult to withstand..."

Moke's thoughts scattered.

Then, he suddenly froze, his eyes widening round. "That's right! The power of a single air vibration is weak, but what if they can stack? If countless Sword Crys stack together, then even Saint Realm experts might be unable to resist that bizarre sound targeting the soul!"

At that moment, a surge of delight rose from the depths of Moke's heart.

It was as though his thoughts had suddenly exploded, countless ideas bursting forth from his mind.

"Sword Cry only targets the soul. The actual power of the slash is not that great."

"Prust was affected by Sword Cry and took one of my attacks head-on, yet it only cut his skin. But what if I incorporate ultrasound into Sword Cry?"

"Low-frequency sound affects the soul, while ultrasound can produce material attacks powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth!"

Joy filled Moke completely at that moment!

"Music... sound waves?"

He clenched his fists, then began moving in the tiny room, swinging the Iron Leaf Sword again and again and making the surrounding air vibrate repeatedly!

"No, no. This method is only making Sword Cry weaker!"

"Oh? A simple air vibration actually shattered a rock? Not enough, still not enough. A Saint Realm expert's defense is comparable to diamond."

"But how can low-frequency sound and ultrasound be produced at the same time?"

Matter and soul could not be combined. That was not what he wanted.

Attempt after attempt, failure after failure—Moke remained busy in the tiny room, tirelessly dancing with his sword one moment and pondering the next.

Before he knew it, the sky had turned red, and light had begun to appear.

Fu Gui was curled up on the tea table, sleeping soundly, his damp little nose twitching.

With his eyes closed, Moke swung the Iron Leaf Sword as he had done hundreds of thousands of times the previous night.

But this time, the moment he swung his sword, the surrounding air suddenly began vibrating irregularly.

Amid a bizarre, grating sound, wave after wave of sound stacked together, directly forming an air bubble in the space before him before it instantly exploded!

"Roar?"

Fu Gui, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up, the snow-white fur all over his body standing on end!

"Hahaha!" Moke laughed. "The material attack of this move can definitely threaten that Blood-Eyed Mane Lion!"

Excited, he hugged Fu Gui and took several deep sniffs, and all the exhaustion from the entire night vanished.

"Boss, what is this move called? Even from so far away, I could feel the threat!"

Fu Gui asked in astonishment.