Five-Ring Evil Soul Master!

In the arena, Wang Dong's face darkened, a flicker of sternness and vigilance flashing through her powder-blue eyes.

Although she was disguised in men's clothing, as a little princess of the God Realm, when had she ever been subjected to such filthy language and lecherous gazes?

What alarmed her even more was the cold, sinister aura radiating from this purple-haired man—a fluctuation of soul power far exceeding her current level!

A five-ring Soul King! And one with an aura that was extremely evil and ominous!

Unbeatable! Must leave!

Without a moment's hesitation, Wang Dong's soul power erupted instantly!

One yellow and one purple soul ring, both exceeding standard ratios, rose from beneath her feet. Behind her, a pair of magnificent, enormous butterfly wings that seemed woven from light and color snapped open with a "swish"!

Radiant Goddess Butterfly martial soul, release!

With a flap of her wings, Wang Dong's figure instantly turned ethereal, transforming into a streak of light as she prepared to dash toward the rear flank! Her speed was immense; she clearly possessed a top-tier flying soul skill.

"Trying to run?" Raven sneered, a purple light flaring in his eyes as his third soul ring lit up. "Third Soul Skill, Raven Shadow Bind!"

The shadow beneath his feet writhed and extended like a living creature, instantly splitting into several pitch-black, rope-like raven shadows that lashed out at a speed even faster than hers, aiming to bind Wang Dong's feet and wings!

The raven shadows exuded an aura of confinement and erosion; wherever they passed, even the light dimmed.

Wang Dong's expression changed. She beat her wings rapidly, performing a high-difficulty turn in mid-air to narrowly dodge two of the shadows, but a third one coiled around her left ankle like a venomous snake!

"Ugh!" Wang Dong let out a muffled groan, feeling a bone-chilling cold and numbness spread from her ankle. Her soul power circulation stuttered, and her flight speed plummeted.

"Stay put, little beauty." Raven licked his lips, his figure drifting forward like a ghost. His five fingers curled into claws, accompanied by a foul stench, as he reached for Wang Dong's shoulder!

Excitement and cruelty flickered in his eyes, as if he could already see the wonderful scene of capturing this stunning "young man" and "enjoying" his abundant blood, vitality, and soul power to his heart's content.

A trace of despair flashed in Wang Dong's eyes. She was only at the second ring, while the opponent was a five-ring Evil Soul Master; the gap in strength was too vast!

Moreover, this Evil Soul Master's soul skills were bizarre and venomous, specifically designed to counter speed.

Is this it? I've only just left home, and I'm going to... No! She gritted her teeth fiercely. Deep within her powder-blue eyes, a point of brilliant golden light began to condense; some hidden, sealed power within her body seemed on the verge of being triggered...

Just at this critical moment!

"Bang!"

With a dull, thunderous boom, a dark shadow arrived before the sound, moving faster than Raven and slamming into the space between them like a cannonball!

The newcomer wrapped one arm around Wang Dong's slender yet supple waist, pulling her several meters to the side. With his other hand, he waved casually, unleashing an overwhelming, irresistible force that directly deflected Raven's sure-hit claw, sending the man stumbling back several steps!

"Who?!" Raven was both shocked and furious. He steadied himself and glared at the newcomer.

Wang Dong was also so startled by the sudden turn of events that she forgot to struggle. She felt herself fall into a solid, warm embrace, and a clean, refreshing scent with a faint hint of sunlight drifted into her nostrils.

She looked up, still shaken, and what met her eyes was a sharp-featured profile with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes—a face that carried a touch of youthful sharpness yet appeared steady and reliable.

Black hair, black eyes, and a gaze that was clear and bright. He was looking down at her slightly, his brows furrowed with concern.

"Are you alright?" Zichuan's voice sounded; it wasn't particularly deep, but it carried a reassuring strength.

Wang Dong was stunned. She considered her own appearance to be peerless, and having seen countless handsome divine descendants in the God Realm, she still felt a jolt of amazement at the appearance and temperament of this black-haired youth who had suddenly appeared.

Especially those eyes—clear as a bottomless pool, yet seemingly containing endless depth and power, leaving her unable to answer for a moment.

A hero saving a beauty might be a cliché, but in this desperate situation, combined with Zichuan's handsome face—perfectly proportioned and tempered by the power of life and destruction—and the sense of security brought by his immense strength, the effect was extraordinary.

Not to mention that at this close proximity, Wang Dong could even vaguely sense a strange aura (the natural emanation of the Heart of Life) radiating from him that made her martial soul feel comfortable and close.

This combination of the "suspension bridge effect" and "mysterious attraction" instantly left an indelible impression on Wang Dong's heart.

Seeing Wang Dong staring at him blankly without speaking, Zichuan assumed she was terrified. He gently set her down, stood in front of her, and looked at the gloomy-faced Raven, following the "script."

He had assumed that by pointing out this was a "transaction," the other party would take the hint and pretend to be outmatched to retreat.

However, Raven's reaction completely exceeded his expectations.

Raven was neither angry nor terrified; instead, he threw his head back and let out a hoarse, crazed laugh, as if he had heard something incredibly ridiculous:

"Hahaha! Get lost? Kid, are you actually stupid, or just pretending to be?"

The greed and cruelty on his face intensified. His gaze swept back and forth between Zichuan and Wang Dong, his scarlet tongue licking his lips, his voice trembling with excitement:

"I only wanted to catch a little beauty for a snack, but I didn't expect... a big, nourishing supplement with such vigorous blood and vitality to be included! The scent on you two... it's too fragrant! Too tempting! Especially you, black-haired brat!"

He stared fixedly at Zichuan, the purple light in his eyes almost overflowing:

"Your blood and vitality are as vast as a dragon's, and your soul power is incredibly pure! I've lived for so many years, slaughtered so many villages, and drained the blood of so many soul masters, but I've never seen prey as 'delicious' as you! Eat you? No, absorb both of you! I might be able to break through to a Soul Saint directly, or even catch a glimpse of the threshold of a Titled Douluo! Hahaha! Heaven has been good to me!"

The evil aura on his body erupted violently. His five soul rings shone brilliantly, and the giant raven phantom behind him let out a silent shriek. A thick, nauseating scent of blood and death permeated the air, staining the surrounding flowers and grass a withered gray.

"I was going to play with you, but since you delivered yourself to your death, don't blame me!"

Raven sneered, and his fifth soul ring—that deep, black soul ring—suddenly lit up.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Blood Raven Feast!"

Countless ravens condensed from dark red blood and evil soul power surged from behind him, letting out ear-piercing shrieks. Like a blood-colored cloud blotting out the sky, they swarmed madly toward Zichuan and Wang Dong!

Every blood raven exuded a terrifying aura that corroded life and devoured soul power. Wherever they passed, the air hissed, and even the light was swallowed!

"Watch out!" Wang Dong's face turned deathly pale. She could feel the terror of this strike; it was far beyond anything before!

This Evil Soul Master was actually playing for keeps, and he had opened with his strongest fifth soul skill! She shouted urgently to Zichuan, "Run! Let's split up!"

She assumed Zichuan had only been able to save her by relying on fast movement techniques or some special means, but facing a ten-thousand-year soul skill unleashed by an Evil Soul King at full power, resisting head-on meant certain death!