Leng Yaozhu's Doubt

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

Although this clone had died, it had given him a deeper understanding of the power of high-danger level Spirit Words.

Under normal circumstances, Lord Flame was incapable of contending with a Soul Douluo or a Title Douluo; or rather, the current Lord Flame could not.

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

He could not even achieve the third stage of Blood Rage.

It was not because Li Moxun lacked sufficient blood, but because the clone his mental power could sustain had reached its limit.

He was simply unable to perform the third stage of Blood Rage.

Yet even so, the physical strength displayed had already been terrifying.

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

The opponent's martial soul was fire-attributed; Li Moxun did not know its specific name.

However, the opponent's martial soul was likely a sun-type or a branch evolved from a sun martial soul.

Its ability was also high heat and flame, and this ability had been controlled by Lord Flame throughout the encounter.

Through this judgment, Li Moxun had truly found the biggest difference between martial souls and Spirit Words.

The power of a Spirit Word did not come from the user themselves, but from the surrounding elements.

Regardless of what kind of Spirit Word was used, its true core was not to mobilize the power within the user's body.

Instead, it was to connect with heaven and earth through one's own bloodline, mobilize natural elements to detonate, and then cause violent and terrifying damage.

However, Soul Power was different; Soul Power prioritized the user's own strength before drawing upon the power of heaven and earth.

Therefore, once a martial soul and a Spirit Word collided, provided they were of the same attribute, the Spirit Word's terrifying control over the surrounding elements would be transmitted to the martial soul.

This resulted in a reverse suppression of the martial soul.

This was the reason why Mu Chen, despite being a Soul Douluo, had been unable to defeat Li Moxun's clone.

Because his martial soul was fire-attributed, every time Mu Chen released a soul skill or used Soul Power, the fire element portion was controlled by Lord Flame.

This effectively amounted to significantly strengthening Li Moxun while simultaneously and significantly weakening Mu Chen.

Thinking of this, Li Moxun smiled bitterly, picked up a bottle, poured four pills into his mouth, and sat cross-legged on the ground to quietly cultivate.

On the streets of Eastsea City, Leng Yaozhu stood still, her gaze fixed on her palm.

A large scratch had appeared on her left hand, which was as fair and white as jade.

The scratch was neither large nor deep.

But looking at the mark on her hand, Leng Yaozhu's brows furrowed to the limit.

In the second before that strange thug died, he had burned everything he had to slash at her.

She had originally thought such an attack was inconsequential.

After all, she was a terrifying existence only one step away from a Limit Douluo; normally, even if the opponent were a Title Douluo, it would be impossible for them to hurt her.

Yet as that slash fell and collided with her Flame Phoenix, Leng Yaozhu could clearly feel the flames of her Flame Phoenix beginning to weaken significantly.

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

It was that the moment the two made contact, the opponent seemed to pass through her Flame Phoenix silently.

Only a portion of the Flame Phoenix's power was stopping the opponent, while another portion was actually nourishing them.

It was in that moment of distraction that Leng Yaozhu failed to follow up, 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 finger, Leng Yaozhu's brows knit slightly.

She descended, looking at Mu Chen who was lying there gasping for air. Her gaze swept around before finally resting on the boy and girl not far away.

At this moment, Tang Wulin was draped over Mu Xi. The clothes on his back had been burned away, and there were black marks on his skin, though it had not been burned through completely.

The girl beneath him had had one arm severed and had already fallen into a coma.

As Leng Yaozhu landed, the surrounding soul-guided police and ambulances rushed over.

Countless water cannons began to spray, attempting to extinguish the flames.

Leng Yaozhu watched it all in silence; she had originally thought these flames could not be extinguished.

Yet as she watched, the flames were easily put out.

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

"Since this ability could pass through my flames, it should normally have a higher quality than my flames. Such flames shouldn't be extinguishable by water."

Leng Yaozhu's cold eyes were filled with confusion.

She did not understand why this power, which could pierce through her flames, would be extinguished by ordinary water.

This was the part that baffled her the most.

However, she could not investigate further, for the opponent was already dead.

Yet she understood that he was not dead, for she had seen with her own eyes the indifference in the young man's gaze as he looked at her one last time, and the way his body had turned into countless fragments as it completely collapsed.

No normal human being would turn into shards and vanish upon death; it was obvious that he had not died.

Connecting this to the incident with the intruders at the Spirit Pagoda and the intelligence relayed by the Tang Sect, Leng Yaozhu stood there, a flash of contemplation crossing her eyes.

As time ticked by, Tang Wulin and Mu Xi were lifted onto stretchers, and Mu Chen stood up as well.

His gaze flickered toward Leng Yaozhu with a hint of trepidation, but it was filled with far more gratitude.

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

"In the future, if Your Excellency Sky Phoenix ever requires anything regarding three-word Battle Armor, I am at your service."

Mu Chen coughed as he spoke.

As a blacksmith, he was arguably the least combat-proficient Spirit Douluo of them all.

Yet, even so, his strength surpassed that of the vast majority of Spirit Sages.

But having fought to this extent, he understood clearly that if Leng Yaozhu had not arrived, and they had continued to fight...

Before any other powerhouses could arrive, that ordinary-looking young man would absolutely have been capable of killing him.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen felt a sense of dread.

He understood that the fact the man had targeted his daughter first meant there was a high probability that she had offended someone.

However, Mu Chen fell silent when it came to who his daughter might have offended.

Because his daughter had offended far too many people.

Aside from Li Moxun today, his daughter had offended nearly every blacksmith over the past few years.

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

And beyond the Blacksmith Association, she had offended many old friends of his whom he had encountered.

Some might overlook it out of respect for him, but it seemed perfectly normal that some of the more petty-minded individuals would harbor murderous intent toward his daughter.

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

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

She looked at the massive wound on his chest, her eyes flickering slightly, but she did not press him further.

It was obvious that Mu Chen could not possibly know the identity of the assailant.

Because if he had known, his first thought would have been to find a way to retaliate, rather than standing there heaving sighs.