White Dragon Chant

A Purple-Striped Demon Wolf, a full size larger than its kin, strode out. It was the pack leader, and its cultivation had reached nine hundred years.

The purple stripes around its neck were the brightest of all. Its wolf eyes brimmed with savagery as it threw back its head and let out a deafening howl. The sound waves echoed through the forest, issuing the order to attack.

At the leader's command, the pack erupted into motion. Their paws pounded the ground as they lunged at An Lan and Na'er, moving like afterimages, their sharp claws cutting through the air.

The first to charge was a five-hundred-year Purple-Striped Demon Wolf. It leaped up, jaws gaping, and lunged straight for An Lan's throat. A foul wind rushed toward him!

An Lan's gaze sharpened. Instead of retreating, he surged forward. His Red Edge Spear, wrapped in blazing Soul Power, shot straight for the demon wolf's throat. The spearhead flared red and moved at blinding speed, piercing clean through its neck.

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

"One each."

The two stood back to back and shouted almost in unison.

A four-hundred-year Purple-Striped Demon Wolf lunged at Na'er, its jaws gaping and its purple-striped fur taut. It charged through the foul wind, claws slashing out a fierce blade of wind that swept toward her!

The wind blade tore through the air with a shrill whistle. Na'er twisted gracefully to the side, then sprang back, dodging it.

As she turned in midair, Soul Power surged through her body. Her First Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and a silver-white dragon spiraled out from the Silver Dragon Spear.

"First Soul Skill, White Dragon Chant!"

The Purple-Striped Demon Wolf, still lunging through the air, saw its vicious eyes contract. Under the vast dragon might, its limbs stiffened and slowed; its head grew heavy and dizzy, and its thoughts ground to a halt.

A halo enveloped Na'er, along with the image of the white dragon. She vanished into its shadow as the dragon's roars rang out, and the silver-white figure lunged straight for the demon wolf's face.

"Aw—"

The demon wolf's pained howl rang through the forest. Its eyes bulged as agony and terror mingled, but it had no time to dodge. Its two-meter body was smaller than the dragon's mouth. It disappeared in a single gulp.

The silver-white dragon did not slow. Two more hundred-year demon wolves in its path were swept up and turned to bloody mist, which blossomed in midair into ghastly crimson flowers!

With the dragon's might bearing down on them and the pack's three strongest wolf-king guards reduced to bloody mist in a single strike, the remaining Purple-Striped Demon Wolves froze in place. Their legs retreated on instinct, and not a trace of their earlier ferocity remained!

Na'er pressed her advantage. The Silver Dragon Spear, still trailing the fading roar of the dragon's shadow, thrust forward with blinding speed. Her toes touched the ground as she darted like a swallow skimming over water.

The dragon spear moved with fluid grace—thrust, jab, sweep, parry. Every move of the Silver Dragon Spear carried awe-inspiring dragon might. The demon wolves had lost all will to fight.

On the other side, An Lan was just as formidable. Red flames burned without pause at the tip of his Red Edge Spear. As he pivoted, its shadow drew a crimson arc. He slashed, stabbed, lifted, and swept; every strike of the Red Edge Spear carried a blazing force that could shatter enemy lines, each one aimed at the wolves' throats.

Though the pair were thrilled to be cutting down demon wolves, they kept their wits about them and maintained a moderate distance, ready to support one another.

They made no wasted movements. The Red Edge Spear was blazing and forceful; the Silver Dragon Spear was nimble and keen. Every thrust of the spear pierced a body, every jab of the lance claimed a life. In moments, demon wolves were falling one after another!

"Th-this is a One-Ring Soul Master?"

In front of the soul-guidance screen, Bai Zhicen bared her teeth, wincing as she watched.

Hundred-Year Soul Beasts couldn't last a single exchange. And they'd only just awakened their Martial Souls!

All at once, the smugness Bai Zhicen had felt after becoming a Soul Saint—knowing she could use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Instant Light with her older sister to fight a Titled Douluo—vanished without a trace.

Le Lingzhao folded her arms and smacked her lips, questioning her life as she said, "I raised little An Lan with Qing Ning from the time he was small, but where did this Na'er come from?"

An Lan and Na'er—their specialty was grinding geniuses into dust.

She couldn't even imagine how much of a shockwave the Federation would send up if they let those two out into the world.

"Their strength and speed far surpass those of Soul Masters at the same level. They're just a bit of a challenge for a teacher to instruct." Leng Yaozhu rubbed her brow. "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 curved faintly. "You'll be pleased."

Blood stained the ground red. More than half the pack had fallen, and their opponents stood as unshakable as mountains. Even the Purple-Striped Demon Wolves, who treated God-Slaying Wind Baboons as prey, were now paralyzed with fear.

Watching her subordinates fall one after another into pools of blood, the remaining pack members lost all fighting spirit. The Purple-Striped Demon Wolf King threw back its head and howled, then angrily bit through the neck of a retreating pack member, ordering them to charge again!

"Sun Piercer!"

An Lan gave a low shout that cracked across the sky like thunder. His First Soul Ring blazed brightly!

A flash of red glimmered in his eyes. The Red Edge Spear burst into a fierce crimson radiance, and his boundless, savage Soul Power surged along its shaft, compressing into the keen spearhead!

The power of Sun Piercer gathered to its limit. A dazzling red light burst from the spearhead, bright enough to sting the eyes. The spear's glow descended like a blazing sun and pierced the sky like a rainbow, tearing through the air in an instant as it hurtled toward the Purple-Striped Demon Wolf King with the force to burn the heavens and split the earth.

The air boomed under that ultimate sharpness. Every current in its path was shredded as the spearhead bore down on the wolf pack!

At the sight of that spear shadow, bright as a beam of light and powerful enough to tear heaven and earth apart, the Purple-Striped Demon Wolves went deathly pale. Despair filled their eyes, but their will to survive overcame their fear. They desperately unleashed their Soul Skills in one last stand.

He shifted his spear slightly, sweeping the power of Sun Piercer across the remaining demon wolves. With one blow, he annihilated them all!

A great surge of Soul Power poured into An Lan's First Soul Ring. He lifted his chin and said to Na'er, "Finish them off."

"Oh." Na'er snapped out of her daze. She sent the Silver Dragon Spear flying from her hand, driving it straight into the Purple-Striped Demon Wolf King's head, which was missing half its body.

The Purple-Striped Demon Wolf King, with nine hundred years of cultivation, was dead for good. At a ten-percent conversion rate, it would be enough to add ninety years of cultivation to Na'er's Golden Hou.

An Lan was considerate of the white-haired girl. They had agreed to split everything evenly, so since he'd used his big move to clear the field, he naturally had to make it up to her.

In the end, Na'er absorbed less than a third of the Soul Power cluster before the rest dispersed into the Spirit Ascension Platform.

She scratched her head awkwardly. "There's too much Soul Power. I can't absorb it all."

An Lan was speechless. How could the Silver Dragon King's other half be unable to absorb a mere few dozen years' worth of Soul Power? She was clearly hiding her true abilities.

Still, he wasn't foolish enough to call her out. He only shook his head lightly 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 answered honestly.

An Lan nodded. The Purple-Striped Demon Wolf pack had been excellent prey. His Phantom Sea Spirit Kun had also gained two hundred years of cultivation from the hunt. Including what Na'er had wasted, their two Soul Spirits had gained nearly five hundred years of cultivation in total.

"Let's get out of here," he suggested.

Na'er rubbed her little belly. She was feeling a bit hungry, so she nodded emphatically. "Okay!"