Uniquely Talented Zhang Lexuan

"Wu Ming, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Zhang Lexuan whipped her head around, a rare flash of anger appearing on her pale, injured face.

Blood trickled slowly from the corner of her mouth, and her long, silver-white hair hung in disarray over her shoulders, yet her eyes remained as resolute as ever.

"We are not just teammates; we are partners who can entrust our backs to one another."

"If the time truly comes for someone to stay behind, it should be me—the captain, the senior sister of the Inner Court—who stays!"

Zhang Lexuan rebuked her with an unquestionable tone.

Having said that, she looked toward Han Ruoruo, who was in relatively better condition.

"Ruoruo, take Wu Ming and Luochen and leave at once!"

"Go straight out of the Star Dou Forest and return to the academy."

A flicker of helplessness and pain crossed Zhang Lexuan's eyes at the thought of Xuan Zi.

"As for Elder Xuan... don't bother looking for him."

"Who knows where that old man has wandered off to now."

Han Ruoruo's lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something more.

But when she saw the look in Zhang Lexuan's eyes—a gaze so firm it bordered on finality—she ultimately chose silence.

She understood that Zhang Lexuan had already prepared herself for death.

"Go!" Han Ruoruo gritted her teeth, hoisted Ling Luochen up, and called for Wu Ming to leave.

Wu Ming clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.

She was filled with immense reluctance, but she knew better than anyone that staying behind would only make her a burden, holding the senior sister back.

In the end, she took one last deep look at Zhang Lexuan and said through a flood of tears, "Senior Sister, you must come back alive! You must!"

The next second, under the cover of Zhang Lexuan, the three women tore through the encirclement and sped toward the outer perimeter of the forest.

With their departure, the last of Zhang Lexuan's worries vanished.

She slowly raised her head to look at the Silver Moon Divine Wolf ahead, which was bathed in blood yet still exuded a terrifying pressure.

A look of relief instead graced the corners of her mouth.

"Now, it's just us. Let's fight to our hearts' content! I will avenge my fallen partners!"

As Zhang Lexuan's seventh soul ring suddenly flared to life, a brilliant silver light shot into the sky.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Silver Moon True Body!"

In an instant, a massive silver full moon rose slowly behind her, and a powerful spatial force enveloped the area.

Countless strands of silver moonlight cascaded from the heavens, making her appear like a goddess from a lunar palace.

Facing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she did not retreat a single step, even while severely wounded; instead, she took the initiative to charge forward.

The Silver Moon and the wolf's claws collided repeatedly, the metallic clashing sounds ringing out incessantly.

Spatial fissures appeared one after another, and terrifying fluctuations of Soul Power swept across hundreds of meters.

With the cultivation of an eightieth-level quasi-Soul Douluo, she held her own against a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast without falling behind.

The talent Zhang Lexuan displayed was stunning, even by the standards of the entire continent.

In the shadows, Kong Deming and Xu Tianyao watched everything quietly.

"What a remarkable girl."

A hint of admiration appeared in Kong Deming's eyes. He did not rush to intervene, choosing instead to observe silently from the dark.

He wanted to see just how far this little girl with the Silver Moon Martial Soul could go.

As time passed, Zhang Lexuan's mastery over spatial forces became increasingly refined.

Every flicker, every blade of moonlight, demonstrated a profound understanding of her Martial Soul.

Unfortunately, talent could not bridge the gap of absolute strength.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was, after all, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Even though this Silver Moon Divine Wolf was already severely wounded, it was far beyond what a soul master below the Soul Douluo level could contend with.

Gradually, Zhang Lexuan's breathing grew ragged, her internal Soul Power neared exhaustion, and her injuries worsened.

Her movements began to slow, the radiance of her Silver Moon True Body dimmed, and the signs of defeat became apparent.

Seeing this, Kong Deming finally withdrew his gaze.

He had already formed a rough assessment of Zhang Lexuan's strength.

"With cultivation below the Soul Douluo level, she possesses combat power approaching that of a high-level Soul Douluo."

"Her Silver Moon Martial Soul has been developed quite well."

"To have reached this point without any guidance is truly rare."

Kong Deming nodded slightly in affirmation.

If she could receive the proper guidance and combine it with the Soul Tool system to develop a life-bound Soul Tool exclusive to her, similar to the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield, then the current Zhang Lexuan might very well possess combat power on par with a Titled Douluo.

Thinking of this, the appreciation in Kong Deming's eyes deepened; it had truly been a long time since he had encountered such a genius.

However, in the end, he still shook his head gently.

"Forget it."

"How the future unfolds is ultimately a path she must walk herself. Since it has already happened, there is no need to dwell on it."

As his voice fell, Kong Deming slowly raised his right hand.

Silvery moonlight shimmered in his palm, and at that moment, space stood still.

"Fourth Soul Skill—Void Cage."

With a low hum, an invisible force of space descended instantly.

The Silver Moon Divine Wolf, which had been preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Zhang Lexuan, suddenly froze.

That incomparably sharp wolf claw stopped just half a foot from Zhang Lexuan's forehead, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Zhang Lexuan's pupils constricted as she watched this scene, and before she could react, an even more terrifying wave of Soul Power descended.

"Sixth Soul Skill—Moon Blade Storm."

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In the void, countless silver moon blades appeared out of thin air.

Each one was incredibly sharp, and each contained the terrifying power of spatial cutting.

The next second, ten thousand blades were unleashed at once! A silver torrent instantly engulfed the Silver Moon Divine Wolf.

Puchi!

Large sprays of blood gushed out wildly. The once-powerful physical body of the Silver Moon Divine Wolf was now being pierced through repeatedly as if it were thin paper, its flesh and blood flying in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that she had exhausted all her strength to fight, yet could not defeat, was blasted to the brink of collapse.

Zhang Lexuan was completely stunned. She stared blankly at the scene, her heart churning with massive waves.

This kind of power... it was at least at the Super Douluo level! Perhaps even stronger!

After coming to her senses, she immediately looked around.

Someone who could wield abilities related to the Silver Moon Martial Soul and possessed such terrifying strength...

Could it be... a relative of her bloodline?

Before she could think too much, two figures slowly emerged from the woods in the distance.

Leading them was an old man in a white robe with silver hair draped over his shoulders. His aura was unfathomable; just by standing there, the surrounding space seemed to ripple and distort.

Following behind him was a young man with a noble temperament.

Seeing these two, Zhang Lexuan's heart trembled. She quickly stood up, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully.

"Junior Zhang Lexuan thanks the senior for saving my life!"

"I will never forget this great kindness."

"May I ask the senior's name? I am a disciple of Shrek Academy and will certainly repay you in the future!"

However, Kong Deming did not answer. He merely glanced at Zhang Lexuan indifferently.

Not a trace of emotion could be seen in those deep eyes.

He then took a single step forward, causing the space to ripple, and vanished from the spot instantly, as if he had never appeared at all.

Xu Tianyao, however, was not in a hurry to leave. He stood where he was, looked at Zhang Lexuan for a few moments, then looked at the dying Silver Moon Divine Wolf, lost in his own thoughts.

His handsome, youthful face was deeply imprinted in Zhang Lexuan's mind.

Afterward, he let out a soft sigh, shook his head, and his figure likewise merged into the spatial rift, disappearing from sight.