Li Moxun's Titan Snow Demon King Martial Soul had a second soul skill called Ice Prison Fist.
It was a pure offensive soul skill.
It could greatly increase the power of Li Moxun's fists for a short time.
Not only did it carry Ice Pulse Impact, it could also fully unleash the Titan Snow Demon King's dual attributes of ultimate strength and Ultimate Ice.
Li Moxun clenched his fist, and an utterly terrifying frost power gathered around it.
Although his arm had not changed in the slightest, the terrifying fluctuations of power emanating from it made even Wu Zhangkong feel alarmed.
As fist and sword finally collided, the terrifying blast of energy instantly shattered the bodies of both the Frost Heavy Sword and the Frost Sword.
The intertwined forces, combined with extreme cold, instantly erased the icy pressure emanating from the Frost Sword.
Sensing this change, Wu Zhangkong's face showed more delight than surprise.
The terrifying forces collided in an instant, sending Li Moxun four steps back.
Looking at the cut on his hand, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes as well.
Wu Zhangkong, however, did not retreat. After all, suppressing a two-ring Soul Master with the power of a Soul Emperor was still something he could manage, no matter how heaven-defying Li Moxun's talent was.
Yet as he looked at Li Moxun, Wu Zhangkong could not hide the appreciation on his face.
"Good kid. You have incredible talent. Even in my experience, strength and talent like yours are rare. No wonder you could defeat Wang Jinxi without using a soul skill. Wang Jinxi truly cannot compare to you."
Wu Zhangkong sighed as he said this.
The comparison he meant was not merely the difference between their Martial Souls, but also the difference in their temperaments.
Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi had been extremely arrogant during the freshman competition, and even after Tang Wulin and the others defeated them, they had remained unconvinced.
It was only after they entered the Spirit Ascension Platform and witnessed Tang Wulin's team's coordination and strength that the two became somewhat convinced.
Later, because Tang Wulin could help Wang Jinxi evolve his bloodline, Wang Jinxi became more polite toward Tang Wulin on the surface.
But in truth, the boy had not concealed his pride—or rather, his self-importance—in the slightest.
How could Wu Zhangkong, an experienced teacher, fail to notice that? He simply had not said anything.
Or rather, though he was a teacher, he would not casually interfere with these children's dispositions.
He would only observe them in secret before choosing the best among them to cultivate.
When the evening training ended, Li Moxun returned to the dormitory alone.
At that moment, he was the only one in the room.
It had originally been a four-person dormitory. After Wei Xiaofeng left, it had become a three-person dormitory.
Then, after he seriously injured two people today and they transferred away one after another, the remaining student also applied to change dormitories.
Thus, Li Moxun was now the only one left in this dormitory.
Thinking of that, Li Moxun leaned back helplessly and yawned.
As his eyes slowly closed, a black-clad young man stood silently at the entrance of the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda.
It was already around ten at night. The surroundings were pitch-black, and only the pair of vertical golden pupils in the young man's eyes shone somewhat brightly.
But in this dark environment, no one could notice him.
As the Spirit Pagoda's gates completely closed, the young man—or rather, Li Moxun—smiled faintly.
This clone could only last seven days. It held little meaning for Li Moxun, and once it had split off, he could not take it back.
Rather than wait for it to disappear after seven days, he might as well use it to probe the Spirit Pagoda and Tang Sect here, and determine what cards each side held.
Only after determining their strength could he better carry out his own plans.
With that thought in mind, the black-clad young man calmly took a step forward.
The next second, the Spirit Pagoda's gates had already been opened, and the black-clad young man had rushed inside.
As a piercing alarm suddenly rang out, several guards instantly appeared at the entrance, each of them radiating the aura of a Third Ring Soul Master.
Li Moxun merely glanced at the three Third Ring Soul Masters.
He casually snapped his fingers, and the next moment, all three collapsed to the ground, instantly knocked unconscious.
Seeing the three fall unconscious, Li Moxun did not stop moving.
He took a step, and in the next instant, he had already arrived deeper within the Spirit Pagoda.
Li Moxun's ability was neither teleportation nor some powerful form of control.
The Spirit Word he had bestowed upon this body was called Time Zero.
It was a Spirit Word with little visual impact, one that could only be considered mid-tier among all Spirit Words.
Its greatest strength was not offensive power, but support.
However, because of a certain principal, Li Moxun's mastery of this Spirit Word was equally formidable.
Furthermore, due to his own spiritual power, the domain created by his Time Zero was far larger than an ordinary domain.
That was why he could move such a great distance every second.
It was not teleportation at all, but rather the slowing of time by dozens of times for a brief period.
After calmly walking to that location, he reappeared and activated Time Zero a second time.
As Li Moxun entered the depths of the Spirit Pagoda, his golden pupils swept lightly across the surroundings as he sensed the aura of natural treasures nearby.
Though his purpose in coming was to probe the Spirit Pagoda, obtaining some of its spirit herbs would also be good. They could help him cultivate more quickly.
With that in mind, Li Moxun quickened his pace.
From entering the Spirit Pagoda and knocking out the three men to reaching its depths, less than four seconds had passed in total.
When the fifth second arrived, a door before him opened. Looking at the miscellaneous items stored within, Li Moxun shook his head.
Then came the sixth second, the seventh, and the eighth. By around the thirty-fourth second, Li Moxun's aura had visibly weakened.
It was clear that using Time Zero dozens of times in succession had greatly affected him.
Yet when this door opened, it did not reveal anything else, but another large door.
Sensing a pure life energy within, Li Moxun did not stop. He gripped the first-grade Soul Tool saber in his hand.
The next moment, countless saber flashes swept out within a second, directly opening the gate.
As the gate opened, the first thing that met his eyes was a row of jars containing the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda's reserve spirit herbs.
As one of the Spirit Pagoda's eighteen branches, the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda did not contain a vast number of spirit herbs, but they were enough to sustain a single person's cultivation for a long time.
There were roughly ten Thousand-Year Spirit Herbs inside, along with around thirty or forty Hundred-Year Spirit Herbs.
Beyond those, there was also a portion of medicinal pills.
Pills had been common in the previous era. Li Moxun himself even possessed many pill formulas.
But in this era, the vast majority of Soul Masters directly absorbed the power within spirit herbs to cultivate, making medicinal pills an extremely scarce commodity instead.
It was a matter of lost inheritance. Aside from several major organizations, few people—or organizations—still possessed alchemy techniques, though it was not difficult for Li Moxun.
Looking at these things, he merely raised a hand. Everything vanished in an instant, and a storage ring appeared in his hand.
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