Bai Chenxiang's Second Martial Soul, Twin Pistols Storm!

She had been called a genius since childhood, undefeated among her peers.

She thought the world of soul masters was that simple, that talent and effort alone could lead to the pinnacle.

But she realized that before true powerhouses, she was nothing more than an ant.

Bai Chenxiang closed her eyes.

Then, she felt herself being steadily supported by a warm and powerful force.

An aged hand clasped her waist, pulling her into a broad embrace.

The embrace carried a faint scent of herbs and a warmth that inexplicably put her at ease.

Bai Chenxiang struggled to open her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a familiar, slightly roguish smiling face.

Yu Xiaolong looked down at her, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"The world outside is vast, you're not a genius, why the rush?"

His voice was unhurried, yet it struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

Bai Chenxiang's face instantly turned crimson.

Not from shyness, but from shame.

Yes, she had been too hasty, so hasty she thought she could save the world, so hasty she almost lost her life.

She felt Yu Xiaolong's hand still around her waist, the warmth from his palm making her uncomfortable.

She twisted her body, breaking free from Yu Xiaolong's embrace, and stumbled back two steps.

Huo Wu immediately rushed over, supporting the swaying Bai Chenxiang.

She glared fiercely at Yu Xiaolong, but this time, she didn't curse him aloud.

Because she knew very well that if this old scoundrel hadn't intervened, Bai Chenxiang would already be a corpse.

Yu Xiaolong calmly took two steps forward, positioning himself in front of the three young girls.

He raised his head, meeting the pair of scarlet eyes within the ghost fog.

Ghost's gaze swept over Yu Xiaolong, as if appraising a willingly delivered prey.

"They keep appearing, unafraid of death."

His voice carried a hint of genuine pleasure as he licked his lips.

"Interesting."

"Old Man, he's bullying girls!"

Huo Wu clenched her fists, her bright eyes almost spitting fire.

Her gaze was fixed on the mass of ghost fog in the distance, her chest heaving violently.

The full, proud curves of her chest rose and fell with her breathing, outlining a breathtaking silhouette beneath her red combat attire.

From Yu Xiaolong's perspective, he could see the gap in her collar slightly widening in her anger.

A hint of compressed snow-white flesh, faintly visible under the moonlight.

"I'm going to help!"

Huo Wu gritted her teeth and whispered, a ball of leaping flame already igniting in her palm.

Her legs bent slightly, a posture of imminent exertion, her perky hips forming a rounded arc under the tight clothing.

Ye Renxin's expression changed instantly.

"You all leave!"

The old man stepped forward, blocking Huo Wu, his voice urgent, "This has nothing to do with you!"

He couldn't let these young people get involved.

Ghost was an elder of the Martial Soul Hall, a Titled Douluo, someone they couldn't possibly contend with.

Ye Lingling followed closely behind her grandfather, her lips moving, but no sound came out.

Her clear eyes reflected the churning ghost fog in the distance. She tightly gripped her grandfather's sleeve, her knuckles turning white.

She couldn't speak, but her heart was screaming.

Run, everyone, run.

"Leave?"

A hoarse, grating voice emerged from the black mist, laced with a playful chuckle.

Ghost's figure slowly solidified within the fog, his scarlet eyes sweeping over everyone present.

As if counting the number of prey.

"Too late."

He licked his dry lips, his smile cruel and gleeful.

"Anyone I, Ghost, set my sights on will die."

Ye Renxin's heart sank violently, his aged hands trembling uncontrollably.

It's over.

"However..."

Ghost tilted his head, his gaze falling on Huo Wu, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Before that, I should have some fun."

Before his words even fell, the mass of black mist suddenly exploded.

Ghost's figure shot out of the mist like a phantom, a withered hand reaching straight for Huo Wu.

The speed was so great that the air itself let out a piercing shriek.

Huo Wu's pupils contracted sharply.

But she didn't retreat.

"Resistance Fire Ring!"

She let out a delicate cry, pushing her hands forward forcefully.

A circle of blazing flames erupted from her body, transforming into a burning ring-shaped shockwave that spread wildly in all directions.

The air warped and distorted under the intense heat, and the grass and trees underfoot instantly turned to ash.

Ghost's movement paused slightly, a flicker of surprise flashing in his scarlet eyes.

"The martial soul is of extreme fire attribute."

He dodged the edge of the fiery halo, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

But it was only surprise.

"But that's all there is to it."

Ghost's figure flickered, about to close in again.

Just then, dense whistling sounds suddenly came from behind him.

Ghost spun around abruptly.

Under the moonlight, Bai Chenxiang's figure had, at some unknown time, flown into mid-air.

Behind her, a pair of azure wings unfurled – the mark of the Sharp-tailed Swallow martial soul.

But what truly surprised Ghost was that beside her, two brilliant silver orbs were suspended.

Those were not ordinary Soul Tools.

They were a pair of martial souls in a twin configuration, their green muzzles aimed at him, soul power condensing madly within their barrels.

A second martial soul, the Gemini Star Dragon.

"Twin Pistols Storm!"

Bai Chenxiang gritted her teeth, a smear of blood still on her lips.

That last attack had injured her significantly, but she couldn't fall.

The two silver orbs simultaneously erupted with dazzling light, and countless silver soul power bullets poured out like a torrential downpour.

The barrage was overwhelming, covering the entire area where Ghost was.

The air was torn apart, the ground was riddled with dense pits, and dust flew everywhere.

Ye Renxin's eyes widened, his aged face filled with disbelief.

He had lived so long and considered himself to have seen many geniuses.

But this was the first time he had witnessed Twin Martial Souls with his own eyes.

Ye Lingling was also stunned.

She tilted her head back, gazing at the two silver lights behind the girl in mid-air, the shock in her eyes almost overflowing.

That girl, who looked about the same age as her, actually possessed two martial souls.

Ghost's figure drifted out of the barrage's coverage.

He was unharmed.

"This is getting more and more interesting."

He licked his lips, as if savoring a delicious appetizer.

Then, he slowly drew a short blade from his black robe, the blade glinting with a cold light under the moonlight.

He licked the edge of the blade with his tongue, his movements slow and appreciative.

A genius with Twin Martial Souls, a soul master of extreme fire attribute, and a successor of the Seven Heart Begonia.

This trip, the harvest was good.

"I'm not in a hurry to kill you."

Ghost's voice suddenly became ethereal, his figure beginning to turn transparent.