Sin of Pride! Judging Zhao Wuji

Qian Renxue smiled. "Why not? It is said that when Zhao Wuji was hunted down by our Martial Soul Hall years ago, he was already a high-level Soul Emperor. Now that six years have passed, it is possible he has broken through to become a Soul Saint. We can absolutely use him to complete the Sin of Pride!"

"Zhao Wuji is a tough nut to crack. The fact that he could escape alive from the pursuit of sixteen Soul Emperor bishops while he was only a Soul Emperor himself shows that his strength is among the best of his rank."

"If he has broken through to become a Soul Saint now, he is certainly no ordinary one," Lin Ye reminded her.

Do not be fooled by the original story, where Zhao Wuji was beaten black and blue by Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing—four Soul Grand Masters who had just joined the academy—making him seem weak.

In truth, Zhao Wuji's strength was anything but weak.

In that battle, Tang San had exhausted all his efforts and utilized every hidden weapon at his disposal just to land a single blow on Zhao Wuji.

And that was without Zhao Wuji even using his Martial Soul Avatar.

The Martial Soul Avatar is the very foundation of a soul master's power.

It can be said that possessing a Martial Soul Avatar represents a qualitative leap in a soul master's strength.

If Zhao Wuji had activated his Martial Soul Avatar, Tang San and the others would have had no chance at all; they would have been completely crushed.

Throughout that entire fight, Zhao Wuji was almost exclusively on the defensive, rarely launching an active attack. Even without his Martial Soul Avatar, he was clearly holding back.

How could someone who escaped the siege of sixteen Soul Emperor bishops be a mediocre person?

Qian Renxue naturally knew that Zhao Wuji was no simple Soul Saint. She smiled confidently. "Lin Ye, with our current combined strength, killing an ordinary Soul Saint is a trivial matter. If we were only to judge a Soul Saint of average strength, how boring would that be?"

"You have been cultivating ever since you awakened your martial soul, yet it seems you have never experienced a bitter battle, have you?"

"Don't you want to experience a thrilling fight, a life-and-death struggle where you hover on the edge of existence, feeling that one careless move could lead to your death at any moment?"

"No, I don't have a masochistic streak," Lin Ye rolled his eyes, though a hint of battle intent gradually appeared in his expression. "However, I do enjoy doing things that are challenging."

"Besides, a mere Zhao Wuji isn't enough to let me experience that kind of battle."

Qian Renxue laughed. "Then it's decided. Let's go find him."

"No need, he's already following us."

When Lin Ye severely injured Qin Ming earlier, he had sensed the vengeful look in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Upon leaving the Great Soul Arena, he had released his spiritual power to remain secretly vigilant.

At this very moment, he felt it—Zhao Wuji had caught up.

"The person I injured earlier is related to Zhao Wuji. Let's go; find a secluded place, and he will appear on his own."

The two exchanged a glance and headed toward a side path.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at a remote, abandoned lot.

Sure enough, Zhao Wuji appeared.

A burly man blocked their path ahead.

"Heh, I never expected that the one who injured Qin Ming would be such a young brat." Seeing Lin Ye's face for the first time, Zhao Wuji was deeply shocked.

However, he still had no intention of letting Lin Ye off easily. He said coldly, "Hey, kid, do you think you can just walk away after injuring my student?"

"Are you serious, Senior? Even in a friendly match at the Soul Arena, injuries are inevitable. If you're so afraid of your student getting hurt, why let him compete in the first place?"

"You might as well keep him in the academy as a vase to be carefully protected."

"Besides, I stopped when I should have. If he hadn't been unable to accept defeat and tried to get back up, why would he have been so severely injured? And you have the nerve to come here and bully the young? You really are shameless!" Lin Ye retorted.

"You! You!" Zhao Wuji was so frustrated he turned red in the face.

"You what? You simple-minded, brawny bear—you can't even speak properly, yet you come here to bully the young. I advise you not to make a fool of yourself, or you might lose your life shortly."

"Bastard! This is outrageous!" Zhao Wuji was furious, his breathing heavy and ragged like an ox.

Qian Renxue giggled. "Lin Ye, look, you've got him so angry he can barely breathe."

"Hmph!" Zhao Wuji let out an angry snort, acting completely unreasonable. "Sharp-tongued brat, I don't care about any of that! You injured my student, so don't think you're leaving easily!"

"Is that so? Then we'll see if you have the ability to back that up."

Lin Ye summoned the Angel Holy Sword, and four rings rose beneath his feet.

"Hahahaha! A mere four-ring Soul Ancestor dares to act arrogant in front of me? Even if you have a soul ring configuration that others don't, so what? I am a Soul Saint!" Zhao Wuji laughed in disdain.

"Vajra Bear!"

"Roar!"

A fierce golden bear standing on two legs appeared behind Zhao Wuji, and seven rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—shimmered beneath his feet. He was a level 71 Soul Saint.

"Kid! Are you scared now?"

Lin Ye did not fear; instead, he smiled. "A Soul Saint, how impressive! Perhaps I am not your match alone, but what if she joins in?"

Qian Renxue smiled and released her martial soul.

The Angel martial soul emerged, surrounded by five rings.

Qian Renxue was now a level 56 Soul King.

"Two-winged Angel? They are from Martial Soul Hall!" Zhao Wuji's expression darkened, and his eyes clearly showed apprehension.

He might not be clever, but he wasn't stupid; such geniuses were definitely key figures cultivated by Martial Soul Hall.

Lin Ye sneered, "Heh, even if you don't fight now, we never intended to let you leave."

"Zhao Wuji, ever since you started roaming the soul master world, you have been arrogant and conceited, injuring and killing many innocent people. Six years ago, you even nearly slaughtered an entire small soul master family!"

"Today, the two of us shall pass the judgment of death upon you in the name of the Angel God!"

Zhao Wuji blazed with fury, "It is true that I was arrogant and hurt many innocent people back then, but I, Zhao Wuji, have long since turned over a new leaf and reformed! So many years have passed and even the two great empires have let it go; does your Martial Soul Hall still refuse to let me be?"

"If everyone could just wipe their slate clean by reforming after committing crimes, then what would be the point of having law enforcers?"

Lin Ye slowly raised the Angel Holy Sword in his hand and pointed it at him, "Zhao Wuji, today is the day you die!"

"Hehehe, hahahaha!"

Zhao Wuji burst into wild laughter, "You think you can kill me with just one Soul Ancestor and one Soul King? I am the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji!!"

"Since you want to kill me because of what happened back then, then I have no choice but to kill you both!"

"Prepare to die!"

"Second Soul Skill, Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji transformed his hands into bear paws and slammed them into the ground; a bear paw immediately erupted beneath the feet of Lin Ye and Qian Renxue.

"Go!"

The two dodged and charged toward Zhao Wuji in perfect synchronization.

They combined their strength to thrust their swords forward.

"Hmph!" Zhao Wuji swung his bear paw, blocking the strike from Lin Ye and Qian Renxue without budging an inch.

"The title of Immovable Wisdom King isn't just for show. With this level of attack, even if I stood still and let you hit me, you wouldn't be able to harm me in the slightest!"