Instant Kill, the Furious Bald Brute

Boom—!

The black-gold Sword Feathers slammed into the blood-red shield, sending ripples of scarlet through it, yet they could not advance an inch.

At the same time, the black-gold Sword Feathers on the other side were blocked as well.

The short, fat man's Martial Soul was the clay jar he had been holding earlier. Dark red all over, it had now expanded several times in size, its body blocking the black-gold Sword Feathers.

In the distance, Su Mo frowned slightly.

Even with the Black Gold Sword Wings he had just obtained, it was indeed difficult to break through a high-level Soul Ancestor's defenses.

With a thought, countless Sword Feathers traced arcs through the air and flew back behind him, reforming into the Black Gold Sword Wings.

With a beat of his wings, he shot into the air and arrived above the three in an instant, looking down at them from on high.

"Hm? Just a little brat?!" The bald brute exclaimed in surprise when he saw Su Mo clearly.

He had thought Spirit Hall's Enforcement Squad had discovered them and had been considering how to escape.

Yet it was only some green little kid?

He hurriedly sensed his surroundings, only to find no one there. There was only the boy before him, who looked no older than ten.

"Boss!"

The female Spirit Master cried out in alarm, pointing behind Su Mo.

"Look at those wings on his back. They don't seem to be condensed from Soul Power. Could they be... the legendary External Soul Bone?!"

"What?!"

The bald brute's pupils abruptly contracted as he stared at the Black Gold Sword Wings behind Su Mo.

The next moment, greed welled up in his eyes.

"Haha, they definitely are!"

"Big Brother!" The fat man walked over and licked his lips. "This kid has such a treasure too! He really is a fat sheep delivered right to our door!

And a Spirit Master's blood is far more delicious than these lowlifes'.

Such a young little thing too—tender skin and soft flesh. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. I really want a taste right now!"

"Kid!" The bald brute sneered viciously. "Get down here and die obediently. I might even leave you an intact corpse!"

At that moment, he did not take Su Mo seriously at all.

He was merely a kid who had relied on a Soul Bone to ambush them from behind and kill the weakest among them.

At such an age, how strong could he possibly be?

In a direct fight, crushing him would be no harder than crushing an ant.

"Are you done?"

Su Mo hovered in midair, his voice terrifyingly calm.

His gaze swept over the corpses scattered across the ground before landing on the survivors. A frigid killing intent rose from the depths of his eyes.

"You damned Fallen Ones, you slaughtered so many innocent villagers. Die!"

He clenched his right hand loosely, and the Asura Demon Sword condensed in his palm.

At the same time, one yellow and two purple Spirit Rings abruptly appeared beneath his feet, three rings that shone especially brightly in the night sky.

"A thousand-year second ring?!"

"A Soul Elder? How is that possible? How old is he?!"

The bald brute cried out in shock.

The fat man and the female Spirit Master both went pale at the same time.

His second Spirit Ring was already a thousand-year one, and he was a Soul Elder at such a young age. This was not something an ordinary Spirit Master could accomplish!

That kid's background was definitely extraordinary. He was likely from some major power.

But they had no time to think further, because Su Mo had already made his move. The first and second Spirit Rings beneath his feet flashed in succession.

His attack, speed, strength, and defense instantly doubled.

Coupled with the all-around enhancement of the Black Gold Sword Wings.

Although Su Mo's Soul Power Level was only thirty-two, his overall combat strength was now already comparable to a Soul Ancestor's.

Though there was still a gap between him and the two high-level Soul Ancestors before him.

The Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul exerted a certain suppressive effect on their Martial Souls, however, so it was not as though he had no chance of fighting them.

The Black Gold Sword Wings behind Su Mo suddenly beat, and he dived toward the ground.

"You're courting death!" The bald brute roared. The second Spirit Ring beneath his feet instantly lit up. "Second Soul Skill, Blood Wings!"

A pair of enormous blood-colored bat wings condensed behind him. With a fierce flap, he charged toward Su Mo.

Yet Su Mo had no intention of tangling with him at all.

His target was clear: kill the female Spirit Master first.

Just as the two were about to collide head-on, the Black Gold Sword Wings behind Su Mo suddenly tilted. He brushed past the bald brute and lunged straight at the female Spirit Master on the ground.

The bald brute's attack missed, and his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly turned around to pursue.

The fat man's clay jar also flew from his hands, spinning rapidly through the air as it smashed toward Su Mo.

As for the female Spirit Master, when she saw Su Mo flying straight at her, her face instantly turned deathly pale.

But she was a Soul Ancestor after all. At the brink of death, she gritted her teeth, and her third Spirit Ring flashed as she madly poured out Soul Power!

Countless black vines burst from the ground before her. Each was as thick as a baby's arm, twisting like living snakes as they swept toward Su Mo from all directions!

Yet Su Mo had no intention of dodging or slowing down.

He did not even swing his sword to cut them.

His body suddenly began spinning, turning into a top as he crashed straight into the mass of vines.

Screech, screech, screech, screech...

The instant those black vines touched the Black Gold Sword Wings, they snapped apart inch by inch.

Black fluid splattered everywhere, while the severed vines fell to the ground, still faintly wriggling.

"What?! Save me!"

The female Spirit Master's pupils shrank sharply, and she screamed in terror. She continued summoning vines, trying to stop Su Mo.

Her only means of attack was binding enemies with vines before draining their life force.

Once her vines were broken, she was a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Yet no matter how many vines there were, they were useless before Su Mo's black-gold Sword Wings.

In an instant, Su Mo arrived before the female Spirit Master.

The sword flashed!

The female Spirit Master felt a chill at her neck.

She wanted to speak, to scream, to beg for mercy.

But she could not make a sound.

Because her throat had already been completely severed.

"Urgh... urgh..."

Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened and closed as her hands clutched at her neck.

The next second.

Her head slid from her neck, thudding onto the ground and rolling twice. Her wide-open eyes were filled with endless terror and unwillingness.

Her headless body also toppled stiffly forward, crashing onto the ground with a bang.

By then, Su Mo had already opened the distance again and flown back into the air, avoiding the pincer attack of the bald man and the fat man.

He hovered in the night, the Black Gold Sword Wings slowly beating behind him.

He knew that the real hard fight was about to begin.

The remaining two had Soul Power Levels far above his—one was level forty-five, and the other level forty-four.

While he was only level thirty-two.

Maintaining the enhancement continuously consumed Soul Power. A prolonged fight would be extremely unfavorable for him, so he had to end this quickly.

The bald brute looked at the headless female corpse on the ground, and fury immediately surged in his heart.

It was not because he felt sorry for the female Spirit Master.

They were Fallen Soul Masters. They had never cared about affection.

They had gathered together only to resist Spirit Hall's Enforcement Squad.

After all, one more person meant one more source of strength.

What truly enraged him was that a brat not even ten years old had killed two of his people right in front of him, a Soul Ancestor!

This was simply a blatant disregard for him!

"Fourth Soul Skill, Blood Bat Void-Shattering Chant!"