Leng Yaozhu's Doubts

In the dim room, Li Moxun opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

Although this avatar had died, it had given him a deeper understanding of the power of high-risk Spirit Words.

Under normal circumstances, Lord Flame had no ability to contend with a Soul Douluo or Titled Douluo. Or rather, the current Lord Flame could not.

Because even at the end, Li Moxun had only barely reached the second stage of Blood Rage.

He could not even achieve Third Blood Rage.

It was not because Li Moxun lacked blood, but because the avatar his current spiritual power could sustain had already reached its limit.

He simply could not enter Third Blood Rage.

Even so, the physical strength it displayed was already terrifying.

The reason he had been able to severely wound Mu Chen this time, and even had a chance to kill him, was mainly because of the elements.

The other party's Martial Soul was a fire-element Martial Soul. Li Moxun did not know its exact name.

But the other party's Martial Soul was likely a sun-like Martial Soul, or perhaps a branch descended from a Sun Martial Soul.

Its abilities were likewise high temperatures and flames, and those abilities had been controlled by Lord Flame from beginning to end.

Through this battle, Li Moxun had finally found the greatest difference between Martial Souls and Spirit Words.

The power of Spirit Words did not come from the user themself, but from the surrounding elements.

No matter what kind of Spirit Word was used, its true core was not drawing upon the power within the user.

Rather, it used one's bloodline to connect with heaven and earth, mobilizing and igniting natural elements to inflict violent, terrifying damage.

Soul Power was different. Soul Power was centered on one's own strength, then used to draw upon the power of heaven and earth around it.

Therefore, once a Martial Soul encountered a Spirit Word of the same attribute, the Spirit Word's terrifying control over the surrounding elements would be transmitted to the Martial Soul.

Thus suppressing the Martial Soul in reverse.

That was why Mu Chen, despite being a Soul Douluo, had failed to defeat Li Moxun's avatar.

Because Mu Chen's Martial Soul was fire-elemental, every time he released a soul skill or used Soul Power, the fire-element portion would be controlled by Lord Flame.

This was effectively the same as greatly strengthening Li Moxun while severely weakening Mu Chen in return.

Thinking of this, Li Moxun gave a bitter smile. He picked up a bottle, poured out four pills and stuffed them into his mouth, then sat cross-legged on the floor and began cultivating quietly.

Meanwhile, on the streets of Eastsea City, Leng Yaozhu stood there, staring intently at her palm.

A huge gash had appeared on her fair, jade-like left arm and hand.

The gash was neither large nor deep.

Yet as Leng Yaozhu looked at the cut on her hand, her brows furrowed tightly.

One second before that strange thug died, he had burned everything he had and slashed at her.

She had initially thought that attack would be insignificant.

After all, she was a terrifying existence only one step away from a Limit Douluo. Under normal circumstances, even if the other party were a Titled Douluo, it should have been impossible for him to harm her.

But as that slash fell and collided with her Flame Phoenix, Leng Yaozhu could clearly feel the flames of her Flame Phoenix weakening drastically.

It was not that her Flame Phoenix could not block it.

Rather, at the instant the two came into contact, the other party seemed to pass silently through her Flame Phoenix.

Only part of the Flame Phoenix's power had stopped him, while another part had instead nourished him.

In that brief lapse, Leng Yaozhu failed to follow up with another move, and the opponent's strike landed solidly on her Martial Soul.

Feeling the injury on her hand and the bright red blood dripping from her fingers, Leng Yaozhu's brows knitted slightly.

She descended and looked at Mu Chen, who was lying there gasping for breath. Her gaze swept around before finally settling on the boy and girl nearby.

Tang Wulin was lying atop Mu Xi. The clothes on his back had been burned away, and black marks covered his skin, though he had not been burned through completely.

The girl beneath him had had one arm cut off and had already fallen unconscious.

As Leng Yaozhu descended, the surrounding soul-guided police and ambulances hurried over.

Countless water cannons began spraying, trying to extinguish the flames.

Leng Yaozhu watched it all in silence. She had originally thought such flames could not be extinguished.

Yet under her gaze, those flames were easily put out.

"What kind of ability is this? Why is it so strange?"

"If this ability could pass through my flames, then its flames should normally be of a higher quality than mine. Such flames should not be extinguishable by water."

Leng Yaozhu's cool eyes were filled with confusion.

She did not understand why a power that could pierce through her flames could be snuffed out by ordinary water.

That was what puzzled her the most.

However, she could not investigate further right now, because the other party was already dead.

Yet she also knew he had not died, because she had personally seen the indifference in that young man's eyes as he looked at her one last time, as well as the fragments that filled the sky when his body completely collapsed.

What normal human turned into fragments and vanished after death? It was obvious that the other party had not died.

Thinking of the criminal who had infiltrated the Spirit Pagoda before, along with the information sent by the Tang Sect, Leng Yaozhu stood there as a trace of contemplation flashed through her eyes.

As time passed second by second, Tang Wulin and Mu Xi were carried onto stretchers, while Mu Chen also rose to his feet.

He glanced at Leng Yaozhu with some fear in his eyes, but there was even more gratitude.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Sky Phoenix. Thank you for saving my daughter and beloved disciple. I will remember this favor."

"If Your Excellency Sky Phoenix ever has any matters concerning Three-Word Battle Armor, I will be willing to serve you."

Mu Chen coughed as he spoke.

As a blacksmith, he was arguably the least skilled in combat among all Soul Douluos.

But even so, he was still stronger than the vast majority of Soul Sages.

Yet after fighting to this point, he could clearly understand that if Leng Yaozhu had not arrived and the two had continued fighting,

then before other experts arrived, that ordinary-looking young man would absolutely have had the possibility of killing him.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen felt somewhat afraid.

He understood that the other party had attacked his daughter first because she had most likely offended someone.

But when it came to whom his daughter had offended, Mu Chen fell silent.

Because his daughter had offended far too many people.

Other than Li Moxun today, she had offended nearly every blacksmith over the past few years.

After all, with her arrogant and domineering temperament, it was difficult for her not to offend people.

And beyond the Blacksmith Association, she had also offended many old friends Mu Chen had met over the years.

Some might overlook it out of consideration for him, but it seemed perfectly normal for some narrow-minded people to develop murderous intentions toward his daughter.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen let out a deep sigh.

However, Leng Yaozhu merely gave Mu Chen's helplessness a calm glance.

Her gaze flickered slightly as she looked at the huge wound on his chest, but she did not continue asking questions.

Clearly, Mu Chen could not possibly know the other party's identity.

Because if he knew, the first thing he would think of would be how to retaliate, not standing here sighing in distress.