Three Generations of God Slayers Gather! Speak Up for Us!

Bai Yuan had just leaned against a tree trunk and had not even settled into a comfortable position when the battle ahead was already over.

No, it could not be called a battle.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

Gu Yuena had not even taken a single step.

She merely raised her right hand and spread her fingers. Then—fire, ice, wind, earth, light, and darkness, six elements poured from her palm at the same instant.

Like six giant dragons of different colors, roaring as they pounced upon those pitiful Soul Beasts.

The Wind Baboon's scream was swallowed by flames the moment it left its mouth.

The Mandala Snake tried to burrow underground, but half its body was frozen by ice before wind blades sliced it into several pieces. Finally, dark element energy eroded it into ash.

The entire process took less than three seconds.

Bai Yuan looked at the still-burning pile of ash, mixed with a scorched stench and lingering elemental ripples, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The Wind Baboon and Mandala Snake had not even left intact corpses behind. Even their bone fragments had been carbonized.

He could practically imagine the final inner monologues of those two Soul Beasts.

Speak up for us! Killing isn't supposed to mean torture!

"Serves you right for teasing me."

Gu Yuena withdrew her hand and turned to Bai Yuan. A lingering chill remained in her purple eyes.

"Serves you right for teasing me."

Bai Yuan: "..."

He looked at her face, which practically screamed I'm very angry, then at the still-smoking ashes. Suddenly, his back felt a little cold.

This girl held far more of a grudge than he had imagined.

"Damn,"

Bai Yuan muttered despite himself.

"Was that really necessary?"

Gu Yuena gave a cold laugh.

"Didn't you tell me to kill them?"

"I told you to kill them, not grind them to dust."

Bai Yuan walked out from beneath the tree, nudged the ashes with his foot, and shook his head.

Weren't these your Soul Beast subjects?

You went pretty hard on them, didn't you?

The weak ones don't count.

What a tiny little hypocrite.

Bai Yuan froze for a moment, then laughed.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and continued forward. Her silver ponytail whipped out a sharp arc behind her.

"Let's go."

The words were squeezed out through clenched teeth.

Gu Yuena stood where she was, her purple eyes fixed on the smoking ashes on the ground.

Her brows were slightly furrowed and her lips faintly pursed, as if she were thinking very seriously.

After waiting for a while and seeing that she still had not moved, Bai Yuan could not help asking, "How much more do you need?"

Gu Yuena fell silent.

"Emmmmm..."

Her lips moved, producing a string of indistinct sounds as her brows knitted even tighter.

Seeing her troubled expression, Bai Yuan nearly laughed.

She can't even calculate this?

Has that peerless intelligence crashed?

She was decisive enough when killing Soul Beasts just now—six elements all at once, problem solved in three seconds.

But asking her to do some math is like asking for her life.

She's totally a warrior type!

He silently offered three sticks of incense for the two Soul Beasts.

Wind Baboon, Mandala Snake, you died unjustly.

Reincarnate soon. Your king is just too intelligent—she probably won't be able to revive anything.

Bai Yuan shook his head, crouched down himself, and stared at the ashes while murmuring.

"Wind Baboon, a thousand years of cultivation, so that's one thousand.

"These Mandala Snakes have a hundred years of cultivation each, so that's one thousand..."

He looked up at Gu Yuena.

"Junior Sister, didn't you get a feel for their age when you killed them?"

Gu Yuena's face reddened slightly. "I... I wasn't paying attention to that."

Bai Yuan sighed, stood up, and dusted the ash from his hands. "Fine, I'll calculate it for you.

"The Wind Baboon counts as one thousand years, the Mandala Snakes count as seven hundred years. That makes a total of one thousand seven hundred years of Soul Power.

"By the Spirit Ascension Platform's rules, only one-tenth is converted, so you get one hundred and seventy years."

Gu Yuena blinked. "Then how much more do I need?"

"Your goal is four hundred years of Soul Power."

"You already had some accumulation. Adding this one hundred and seventy, you still need..."

He paused and did a quick calculation in his head.

"About two hundred years.

"Find another Soul Beast around two thousand years old, and one more will be enough."

Gu Yuena looked at him. This human was rather quick at calculating.

Bai Yuan noticed her gaze, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"What, were you stunned by Senior Brother's wisdom?"

Gu Yuena immediately looked away and snorted coldly.

"Who was stunned? I... I just hadn't finished calculating yet."

"Sure, sure. You hadn't finished calculating."

Bai Yuan smiled and walked ahead.

"Come on, let's find the next target.

"A Soul Beast around two thousand years old. Not too strong, not too weak—just enough for you to level up."

Gu Yuena followed behind him, quietly muttering something under her breath. It sounded like she was scolding him for meddling.

Bai Yuan and Gu Yuena walked on for a while longer, and the forest around them grew increasingly quiet.

Bai Yuan stopped and swept his gaze around.

Something was wrong.

They had walked for so long without encountering a single Soul Beast.

That was not normal.

The Spirit Ascension Platform simulated the ancient Star Dou Forest. The density of Soul Beasts should have been very high.

Even if they had killed quite a few just now, there should not have been no sign of one within several hundred meters.

There was only one explanation.

They had entered the territory of some powerful Soul Beast.

This area was its private backyard, and all weaker Soul Beasts did not dare approach.

Isn't that right, God King Tang?

You treated the entire continent as your backyard and all living beings as chess pieces.

Bai Yuan withdrew from his thoughts and was about to warn Gu Yuena.

A black shadow silently swung down from the canopy overhead.

It was a massive spider, its entire body pitch-black. Eight barbed spider spears spread through the air like eight black scythes.

A twisted human face grew on its torso. Its features were blurry, while its mouth stretched all the way to its ears, revealing two rows of sharp fangs.

Well, here comes a big one!

Jackpot!

A Man-Faced Spider.

More than a thousand years old.

It swung in from the side at astonishing speed, its spider spears carving eight black arcs through the air as they shot for Bai Yuan's neck.

Bai Yuan did not turn around.

With the Core Flame's enhancement, his senses had long covered a radius of several dozen meters. The instant the Man-Faced Spider dropped from the canopy, he had already noticed it.

"Watch out."

The moment the words left Bai Yuan's mouth, Dawnmaker was already out of its sheath.

The sword light flashed like a silver-white bolt of lightning, drawing a perfect arc through the air as it precisely struck the joints of those spider spears.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Several crisp snaps rang out, and three spider spears broke apart.

Black blood gushed from the severed ends and splattered across the ground, producing sizzling corrosive sounds.

The Man-Faced Spider let out a piercing howl.

Its body flipped twice in midair before crashing heavily to the ground. Its remaining five spider spears flailed wildly, gouging deep trenches into the earth.

The blood that fell onto the ground instantly corroded black pits into it, releasing a pungent, sour stench.

Bai Yuan frowned and stepped back, avoiding the corrosive fluid that was still spreading.

Dawnmaker lay across his body, and the black blood staining its blade was being evaporated bit by bit by pale golden light patterns.

Gu Yuena stood beside him. Her purple eyes watched the still-struggling Man-Faced Spider, her brows slightly furrowed.

Bai Yuan glanced at her.

"Junior Sister, is this one around two thousand years old?"

Gu Yuena did not answer. She only stared at the spider, seemingly estimating its age.

The Man-Faced Spider was still howling. Its remaining spider spears frantically slammed against the ground as it tried to stand again.

That twisted human face was filled with fury and pain. Its blood-red eyes stared fixedly at Bai Yuan, as if it wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.

Outside the Spirit Ascension Platform, in the monitoring hall.

One staff member stared at the image on the screen, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

The colleague beside him also leaned over. Seeing the Man Faced Demon Spider swing down from the canopy, his expression changed slightly.

"That's the Man Faced Demon Spider."

The staff member lowered his voice, concern evident in his tone.

"One of the strongest Thousand-Year Soul Beasts in the Beginner Spirit Ascension Platform.

"Several Soul Masters have suffered at its hands before. One was even scared into a mental breakdown and spent half a month bedridden afterward."

His colleague nodded and looked toward the two children in the corner of the screen.

"Should we remind them to use their teleporters and come back?

"If something happens..."

The staff member fell silent for a moment, then turned to the supervisor.

The supervisor stood before the monitoring console with his arms folded, his eyes locked on the screen.

Of course he knew how dangerous that Man Faced Demon Spider was. He also knew who those two children were.

The disciples of Sky Phoenix Douluo Leng Yaozhu.

If anything happened to them inside the Spirit Ascension Platform, even if it was only mental damage, it would be difficult to explain things to Leng Yaozhu.

The supervisor took a deep breath and picked up the communicator, just about to speak—

A hand pressed down on his wrist.

"No need."

The supervisor froze.

"Your Excellency, that is one of the most dangerous Soul Beasts in the Beginner Spirit Ascension Platform. If anything happens to the two Young Masters..."

"They'll be fine."

Leng Yaozhu interrupted him, shifting her gaze from the screen to sweep over the supervisor.

"Continue observing."