Turning Point

"Flame Battle Armor!"

In a flash, Wang Sheng moved from behind Xue Yue to stand in front of her, activating the soul bone skill in his left arm.

It was his only defensive soul skill!

"Collapse..."

This was an attack from a Spirit Emperor. How could Wang Sheng possibly block it completely? The Flame Battle Armor around his body shattered after a single blow.

Still, it bought Xue Yue and the others time to react.

Xue Yue immediately reached out and pulled Wang Sheng back, but even so, she was half a beat too late.

"Pfft..."

Though he avoided taking the attack head-on, he was still grazed by the Spirit Emperor's strike. Wang Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

"Brother Sheng!"

Seeing Wang Sheng injured, Mei Hu immediately screamed. Her little face turned even paler than his, as though she were the one who had been hurt.

A strange light also flickered in Xue Yue's eyes. This was the first time someone had stood in front of her to protect her.

And he had protected her without regard for his own safety. Something deep within her heart had been touched.

But at the same time, she was thoroughly enraged.

As she dodged the Spirit Emperor's attack, her soul rings lit up once more. This time, however, it was her fourth ring!

"Goddess's Wrath!"

The goddess phantom behind Xue Yue changed, and the invincible light vanished.

At the same time, its aura shifted from gentle to violent. The scepter in the goddess phantom's hand swung down swiftly.

"Collapse..."

With just one strike, the Spirit Emperor was sent flying. His entire chest caved in, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood in midair before crashing heavily into the distance.

Xue Yue remained overwhelmingly domineering. Though she had only just entered the Spirit Emperor rank, her invincible bearing among those of the same level had not changed in the slightest.

At that moment, City Lord Huang and the Spirit Emperor he had brought exchanged a glance behind Xue Yue.

They would not miss such a perfect chance to kick someone while they were down. They rushed out at once, their soul rings lighting up together.

Clearly, they intended to beat the fallen dog.

Seeing this, Li Feng and the other Spirit Emperor immediately wanted to act, but what met them were Xue Yue's eyes, filled with killing intent.

"Those who stand in my way will die!"

"Gulp..."

They swallowed hard in unison. Xue Yue's furious strike had severely wounded a Spirit Emperor, and her momentum was so powerful that it filled them with dread.

They now understood that Xue Yue only feared Elder Xie, the Spirit Douluo. They did not even register in her eyes.

At this moment, the battle between the Vice Dean, Elder Xie, and the One-Armed Spirit Douluo had also begun.

The One-Armed Spirit Douluo attacked first. His martial soul longsword traced a beautiful arc through the air as it shot straight toward the Vice Dean.

Elder Xie followed close behind, his figure strange and swift, like a venomous snake slithering along.

Watching the two men rapidly close in, the Vice Dean, whose expression had initially been solemn, suddenly smiled—a dazzling smile.

"Hm?"

That brilliant smile seemed rather strange to Elder Xie and the One-Armed Spirit Douluo, making them instinctively wary.

Yet their attacks did not stop. It was two against one; even if the Vice Dean had some scheme, they had absolute confidence that they could handle it.

Soul rings appeared around the Vice Dean—two yellow, two purple, and four black.

At the same time, a mirror appeared in his hand! This was his martial soul, the Wind Cloud Mirror!

"Fifth Soul Ring skill, Mirror Image!"

The Vice Dean aimed the mirror in his hand at Elder Xie. Then, a strange ripple surged across its surface, and a person identical to Elder Xie stepped out from within the mirror.

It charged straight at Elder Xie.

It paid no attention whatsoever to the One-Armed Spirit Douluo charging at the front.

"Bastard, how dare you ignore me?"

The One-Armed Spirit Douluo was instantly enraged by the Vice Dean's actions. His grip around his sword tightened, and his attack grew faster and fiercer.

Yet even when the blade neared him, the Vice Dean remained calm. He showed no sign of counterattacking or dodging.

What...

The One-Armed Spirit Douluo hesitated.

Could it be that this old bastard really has some backup plan?

But he immediately rejected the thought. No, this old bastard must be bluffing!

With that thought, his gaze turned firm again.

"Ji Changlin, it seems losing one arm still wasn't enough for you!" A low, domineering voice rang out from the side.

Ji Changlin—the One-Armed Spirit Douluo—heard this, and his pupils rapidly contracted into pinpricks.

His sword came to an abrupt stop less than half an inch from the Vice Dean. Then, as if he had encountered some monstrous beast, he retreated in terror.

"It's too late to run now!"

It was still that low, domineering voice.

Before the words had even faded, a tall figure stepped out from the Vice Dean's shadow and swiftly grabbed Ji Changlin's arm.

This scene was all too familiar. Back when he had attacked Wang Sheng in the Star Dou Forest, his other arm had been torn off in exactly the same way.

That tall figure was none other than the Bear King Protection he knew all too well!

"Wang Lixiong, you old bastard!"

Ji Changlin was truly terrified. If this arm was broken too, he would be completely crippled. He would no longer have any hands left to wield a sword.

At the same time, he made one last struggle. With a twist of his wrist, he swung the longsword in his hand viciously at the Bear King Protection's figure, trying to sever its hand so that he could escape.

"Clang!"

Unfortunately, when the sword struck the Bear King Protection, it failed to move it in the slightest.

"Invincible???"

That was right. The Bear King Protection could only exist for one minute, but during that minute, it was invincible. No one could harm it in the slightest.

Ji Changlin despaired.

"Collapse..."

The Bear King Protection raised its leg and kicked Ji Changlin viciously in the abdomen.

The immense force sent Ji Changlin flying, while his arm was once again torn away by that tremendous strength and left in the Bear King Protection's grasp.

The same fate had happened once again. Even the spot where he had been kicked was astonishingly identical, driving Ji Changlin completely into despair.

"Rumble..."

Ji Changlin smashed directly into a small building by the street, causing it to collapse, and he was buried beneath the rubble.

"Pfft..."

Ji Changlin vomited blood wildly. Severely injured, he lay beneath the ruins, his eyes turning gray and lifeless, with not a trace of vitality left in them.

Having lost both arms, he no longer had the will to live. Death was the best choice. At least he could preserve the dignity of a strong man.

Everything had changed too quickly. Just moments ago, they had held the advantage, but suddenly they had fallen into a desperate situation.

Elder Xie, Li Feng, and the others all stood there stunned.

Wang Sheng was also dumbfounded, because he had recognized the identity of the old man who had appeared.

"Elder Xiong?"