Li Jingzhe's thoughts stirred, and he connected to the system!
The next second, a thumb-sized, bright-red fruit appeared right at Li Jingzhe's lips. He opened his mouth, swallowed hard, and gulped it down...
Hiss—
A plume of steaming white smoke rose from the top of Li Jingzhe's head. His skin turned as red as a boiled shrimp. The medicinal power spread like wildfire, sweeping through his extraordinary meridians and every limb and bone. He felt his meridians throbbing, heat surging through his bones and flesh, as his body transformed toward a higher level of life. Strength, inner power, and Soul Power poured ceaselessly from deep within him.
The agony of being sawed and hacked apart vanished completely beneath the nourishment of the medicine.
"What did you eat?!"
Cloth Bag Soul Emperor paused.
"The pill formula, of course!"
Li Jingzhe's lips curled into a smile. "Didn't you want it? Come on, cut open my stomach and see if you can find the pill formula!"
"Kid! You brought this on yourself!"
Whoosh—
Cloth Bag Soul Emperor shook the sack. The ropes around Li Jingzhe abruptly shifted. Instead of strangling him where he stood, they split into five strands, each one cinching around his neck or one of his limbs. Then they yanked hard in opposite directions, hoisting him straight up!
"Dismembering me with five horses? You're a real bastard, aren't you?"
Li Jingzhe's mouth stayed sharp even as he felt the surging Soul Power and strength inside him. A glint flashed in his eyes.
Cloth Bag Soul Emperor didn't answer. He only gave a sinister laugh and slowly approached Li Jingzhe. A flash of light came from the Storage Soul Tool on his finger, and he drew out a sharp dagger, flourishing it toward Li Jingzhe.
"Cut open my stomach, you say? Those were your words!"
As the man drew nearer, Li Jingzhe silently gauged the distance... ten steps... seven... three... two...
Now!
Li Jingzhe's expression tightened. Soul Power surged through him, and a thousand catties of strength roared to life!
"Break!"
With a furious shout, Li Jingzhe strained against the ropes with all four limbs. The explosive force in the opposite direction snapped the ropes around his arms and legs in an instant. He reached up and yanked the rope around his neck apart as well.
"What?!"
Cloth Bag Soul Emperor was clearly stunned. He had never expected that Li Jingzhe, a mere Soul Master who hadn't even reached level fifteen, could force his way out of his Soul Skill's restraints—and snap the ropes, too!
When masters fought, a moment's lapse in concentration was all it took to reveal an opening!
"Seven Absolutes Unification! Die!"
Soul Power surged like a roaring tide. The medicinal power swept up his inner force, and his inner force drew the medicinal power along with it. Seven strands of power transformed wildly inside him. With a furious shout, Li Jingzhe unleashed the perfect fist he had been building up and slammed it into Cloth Bag Soul Emperor!
The blow was ferocious, powerful enough to shatter stone and shake the heavens!
"Not good!"
Cloth Bag Soul Emperor's pupils contracted. His instincts screamed at him to dodge, but at such close range, there was nowhere to go!
"Boom!"
Fist struck flesh with a dull thud that echoed through the air!
Terrifying force exploded like an avalanche. Cloth Bag Soul Emperor was smashed into the wall like a tattered sack. Cracks spread across the surface as rubble and stone fragments pattered to the ground.
"You—you... Pfft!"
Cloth Bag Soul Emperor stared at Li Jingzhe in horror, his finger trembling. He couldn't get a word out; instead, he spat up a mouthful of blood. His face turned ashen, and his aura faded.
Strike while he was down—finish him off!
"Seven Absolutes Unification!"
Li Jingzhe's feet flashed through Lingbo Microsteps as he darted forward and closed in. Then he lowered his hips and punched through the air!
"Bang... Boom!"
The wall shattered completely, and sunlight poured in. Cloth Bag Soul Emperor was blasted off his feet, sent flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Pfft..."
Pain brought clarity!
But just as Cloth Bag Soul Emperor tried to rise, his blood and qi churned violently inside him, and another mouthful of blood burst out of him uncontrollably.
He froze for a moment, then his face twisted into a mask of pain. The agony was so intense that even his features contorted.
Several strange forces seemed to be rampaging inside him... one fierce and powerful... one light and elusive... one combining hardness with softness... another combining softness with hardness... If he had to describe it, it felt as if several live snakes were writhing around inside his stomach.
His Soul Power had fallen into chaos and wouldn't flow. Tormented by the pain, he curled up and collapsed like a boiled shrimp. He couldn't get back up!
Shock, bewilderment, disbelief... He never would have imagined that one day he would fall at the hands of a mere Soul Master.
"You... you..."
"You weren't even level fifteen... how is this possible...?"
Blood trickled from his mouth as he struggled to speak. His voice trembled, and so did his gaze.
Bang—
Li Jingzhe kicked apart the obstructing stone wall. He strode toward Cloth Bag Soul Emperor in the sunlight, like a demon god.
Looking down at Cloth Bag Soul Emperor, sprawled on the ground like a dead dog and unable to rise, Li Jingzhe smiled. "Then take another look. What level am I now?"
As he spoke, he no longer held back the violent Soul Power within him. The Vermilion Fruit had taken root, and Soul Power had continued to grow, accumulating bit by bit and climbing higher and higher. Now it surged like a vast river and sea, mighty and boundless!
Level twenty-five...
Level twenty-seven...
Level forty...
Level fifty-three...
In the span of just two or three breaths, Li Jingzhe's Soul Power had already broken through the level-eighty threshold!
"H-how is this possible?"
Cloth Bag Soul Emperor stared as if he were seeing a ghost, terror in his eyes as he spat blood again and again.
"E-eighty level?"
"A Soul Douluo?!"
His words came in broken gasps. His lips trembled, his eyes trembled, and his entire body trembled... An eighty-level Soul Douluo without a Soul Ring?
What kind of monster was this?!
And he had actually provoked such a monster??
"Scared?"
Li Jingzhe looked down at him and nudged his dead-dog-like head with his foot. "By rights, I ought to spare your worthless life and send you back to deliver a message to your master... tell him to scrub his neck clean and wait for me to come cut it off!"
He rolled his ankle. A rumble of bones followed, and then his voice suddenly turned cold. "But I don't like surprises. So you can die now!"
"W-wait..."
Cloth Bag Soul Emperor hurriedly tried to stop him. He also circulated his Soul Power, hoping to light up his fifth Soul Ring. But the next instant, pain swept through him... Pfft! He spat out another mouthful of blood.
At that moment, the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally died completely!
He was only a Six-Ring Soul Emperor. Against an eighty-level Soul Douluo, he was no match at all. He had no chance of winning head-on; if he wanted to live, his only option was to flee.
His fifth Soul Skill let him tuck himself into the sack and teleport to a random spot within a thousand meters. All he needed was one second to activate it...
When he spoke just now, he had meant to use the chance to unleash his Soul Skill. Who could have guessed that the moment he circulated his Soul Power, he would trigger those strange forces inside him, sending them rampaging through his body all over again?
They churned through his organs and pierced his viscera. It was worse than death.
"Tsk. Still refusing to behave when death's at your doorstep..."
Li Jingzhe rested one foot lightly on the man's forehead and said indifferently, "Time to go."
Then he brought his strength down, his foot dropping like a thousand-catty iron gate!
"Thump!"
In an instant, brains burst out, red and white spraying everywhere. He had crushed the man's head beneath his foot.
Li Jingzhe shook his inner power through his body, leaving not a speck of dust on him!
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