White Dragon Chant

A Purple-Striped Demon Wolf with a frame a size larger than its peers stepped out slowly; it was the pack leader, its cultivation having reached nine hundred years.

The purple markings on its neck were the most vibrant, its wolf eyes filled with brutality. It tilted its head back and let out a deafening howl, the sound waves echoing through the forest as it issued the order to attack.

Receiving the leader's command, the pack of wolves instantly grew restless. They kicked off the ground and lunged at An Lan and Na'er, their speed like blurred shadows, their sharp claws whistling as they tore through the air.

The first to charge was a five-hundred-year Purple-Striped Demon Wolf. It leaped into the air, opening its blood-stained maw to snap at An Lan's neck, a foul, fishy wind rushing toward him.

An Lan's eyes sharpened. Instead of retreating, he surged forward. His figure suddenly shifted, the Red Edge Spear wrapped in scorching soul power as he thrust it straight toward the demon wolf's throat. A crimson glare erupted from the spearhead, moving with extreme speed, piercing directly through the throat.

Na'er moved at the same time. Her silver hair danced in the wind as the Silver Dragon Spear transformed into a silver rainbow. She swept it sideways, precisely forcing back another wolf lunging from the side.

"One half each."

The two stood back-to-back, shouting almost in unison.

A four-hundred-year Purple-Striped Demon Wolf opened its jaws wide, its purple-patterned fur taut as it rushed at Na'er, carrying a foul stench. Its sharp claws swept out, unleashing a biting wind blade in a horizontal slash!

The wind blade tore through the air with a piercing shriek, but Na'er gracefully turned and leaped backward, dodging the strike.

As her body flipped, her soul power surged. Her first soul ring suddenly lit up, and a silvery-white dragon spiraled out from the Silver Dragon Spear.

"First Soul Skill, White Dragon Chant!"

The Purple-Striped Demon Wolf, still suspended in mid-air, felt its fierce pupils shrink. Under the vast dragon might, its limbs turned stiff and sluggish, its head grew heavy and swollen, and its thoughts ground to a halt.

Wrapped in the light of the white dragon's shadow, Na'er's figure vanished into the image. Amidst the echoing dragon roars, the silvery-white shadow struck the demon wolf square in the face.

"Wooo—"

The demon wolf's pained howl echoed through the forest. Its eyes bulged, agony and terror intertwined, but it was too late to dodge. Its two-meter body was no match for the dragon shadow, which dissolved it upon contact.

The silvery-white dragon shadow did not lose momentum; two other hundred-year demon wolves in its path were also churned into blood mist, forming a vivid, tragic floral pattern in mid-air!

With dragon might lingering and the three elite guards of the pack slaughtered in a single blow, the surrounding Purple-Striped Demon Wolves froze in place. Their limbs instinctively retreated, all traces of their fierce, murderous aura gone!

Na'er did not let up. The Silver Dragon Spear, still carrying the lingering sound of the dragon shadow, thrust forward, her toes dancing on the ground like a flying swallow.

The dragon spear was agile—poking, stabbing, sweeping, and blocking. Every move of the Silver Dragon Spear was imbued with majestic dragon might, leaving the demon wolves with no will to fight.

On the other side, An Lan was no less impressive. The crimson flames on the tip of the Red Edge Spear never ceased. As he spun and stepped, the spear's shadow traced a crimson arc. Slashing, stabbing, lifting, and sweeping—every strike of the Red Edge Spear carried the flames of a breaking formation, each move aimed directly at the wolves' throats.

Though the two were excited to act as demon wolf slayers, they remained rational, keeping a distance that allowed them to cover one another.

They made no wasted movements. The Red Edge Spear was fierce and powerful, while the Silver Dragon Spear was light and sharp. Where the spear fell, bodies were pierced; where the lance struck, lives were claimed. In an instant, the demon wolves fell one after another!

"Is... is this a one-ring soul master?"

In front of the soul guidance screen, Bai Zhicen grimaced, her teeth aching.

Hundred-year soul beasts were nothing more than one-hit enemies, and they had only just awakened their martial souls!

For a moment, the pride Bai Zhicen had felt after breaking through to Soul Saint—the ability to challenge Titled Douluos alongside her sister using their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Instant Light—vanished into thin air.

Le Lingzhao crossed her arms over her chest, smacked her lips, and doubted reality. "Little An Lan was raised by me and Qingning since he was small, but where did this Na'er pop out from?"

Lao Lan and Lao Na were nothing short of genius-crushers.

She didn't even dare to imagine what kind of shock the Federation would experience if these two were let loose.

"Both their strength and speed far exceed soul masters of the same level. It's just that teaching them is a bit of a headache for a teacher," Leng Yaozhu said, rubbing her temples. "Na'er's first soul skill is enough to instantly kill ordinary hundred-year soul beasts. I'm looking forward to An Lan's soul skill."

Leng Qingning's red lips curled upward. "You will be satisfied."

Blood stained the earth. Most of their kin had fallen, and their opponents were as immovable as mountains. Even the Purple-Striped Demon Wolf pack, which viewed the God-Slaying Wind Baboon as prey, was now trembling with fear.

Witnessing his subordinates falling one after another into pools of blood, the remaining pack members lost all will to fight. The Purple-Striped Demon Wolf King tilted its head and let out a long howl, furiously biting the neck of a retreating subordinate to order them to continue the charge!

"Sun Piercer!"

An Lan shouted, his voice like thunder shaking the sky. His first soul ring flared with blinding light!

A crimson brilliance flashed through his eyes. The entire Red Edge Spear ignited with raging red light. Violent, peerless soul power surged frantically along the shaft, compressing entirely into the sharp tip!

The power of Sun Piercer condensed to its limit. A dazzling, blinding red light erupted from the spearhead. The spear's glow was like a sun falling to earth, like a rainbow piercing the sky. It instantly tore through the air, crashing toward the Purple-Striped Demon Wolf King with the force to burn heaven and split the earth.

The air shrieked under this extreme sharpness, the airflow along its path shredded to pieces as the spearhead bore down on the wolf pack!

Seeing the spear shadow and light capable of tearing the world apart, the Purple-Striped Demon Wolves turned ashen, their eyes filled with nothing but despair. Yet, the desire to survive overcame their fear, and they spat out soul skills in a final, desperate struggle.

An Lan shifted his spear slightly, sweeping the power of Sun Piercer across the remaining wolves. In a single strike, the demon wolves were completely annihilated!

A massive wave of soul power surged into An Lan's first soul ring. He lifted his chin and said to Na'er, "Finish it."

"Oh." Na'er seemed to wake from a dream. The Silver Dragon Spear flew from her hand, piercing straight into the skull of the Purple-Striped Demon Wolf King, which was already missing half its body.

The nine-hundred-year-old Purple-Striped Demon Wolf King was completely dead. According to the ten-percent conversion rate, this was enough to increase the cultivation of Na'er's Golden Hou by ninety years.

An Lan was very considerate of the white-haired girl. Since they had agreed on half each, he had to compensate her for clearing the field with his ultimate move.

In the end, Na'er absorbed less than a third of the soul power orb, and the rest dissipated into the Spirit Ascension Platform.

She scratched her head awkwardly. "There was too much soul power; I couldn't absorb it all."

An Lan was speechless. As the half-body of the Silver Dragon King, how could she be unable to absorb a mere few decades of cultivation? She was clearly hiding her true ability.

However, he wasn't foolish enough to point it out. He just shook his head gently and asked, "It's fine. How many years of cultivation does your Golden Hou have now?"

"One thousand two hundred years," Na'er blinked and replied truthfully.

An Lan nodded, thinking that the quality of this Purple-Striped Demon Wolf pack was truly excellent. His own Phantom Sea Spirit Kun had also gained two hundred years of cultivation from this hunt. Counting what Na'er had wasted, their two soul spirits had gained nearly five hundred years of cultivation combined.

"Let's head out," he suggested.

Na'er touched her little belly, feeling a bit hungry, and nodded vigorously. "Okay!"