You're a Support, and You Want to Solo a Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

The cold, fishy-sweet dark green poisonous mist slowly spread through the forest on the night wind.

The air was thick with a rotten yet strangely sweet, fishy stench. It made people dizzy and tight-chested, even causing the circulation of their soul power to become faintly sluggish.

Third Elder's gray robes stirred despite the lack of wind. The dense soul power of a Soul Douluo silently spread around him, forming a solid barrier that completely blocked out the approaching poisonous mist.

His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, fixed firmly upon the rolling dark green fog deep within the woods. In an instant, he identified the soul beast hiding inside.

Turning around, Third Elder respectfully reported to Ning An in a deep voice.

"Young Sect Master, I have identified it."

"It is a thousand-year Mandragora Snake. It was probably driven half-mad by hunger and mistook us for prey."

A thousand-year Mandragora Snake!

It was a notoriously venomous soul beast on the continent, violent and cunning by nature, incredibly swift, with fangs laced with deadly poison.

With a cultivation of a thousand years, its venom was enough to instantly bring down dozens of Grand Soul Masters. Even several ordinary Soul Elders could not be completely certain of taking it down.

Third Elder lowered his hands and asked for instructions, his tone utterly assured. "It is merely a thousand-year old worm. If this subordinate acts, I can kill it in an instant."

Ning An was very strong, but he might be injured again after using that Martial Soul.

Ning Tian and Huo Yuhao were two children who needed protection.

Bei Bei and Tang Ya were a Soul Elder and a Grand Soul Master, respectively.

With their lineup, honestly speaking, it would be best for him to take action himself.

However, Ning An merely raised his eyes toward the churning mist, a faint hint of interest flashing through them as he gently shook his head.

"No need."

His tone was casual, as though the venomous soul beast lurking before them was not a deadly creature at all, but merely an insignificant little bug.

"It is only a thousand-year Mandragora Snake. It is not worth your intervention."

"Perfect. I can use it for practice."

Those few words carried a calmness and confidence far beyond his age.

"Yes, Young Sect Master."

Upon hearing this, Third Elder immediately withdrew his soul power, bowed, and stepped aside. He did not dare say another word, fully obeying Ning An's arrangements.

Nearby, Huo Yuhao, who had still been quietly sobbing through tear-blurred eyes, abruptly stopped crying.

He raised a hand and carelessly wiped the tears from his face, his dark eyes fixed tightly on the forest ahead.

His little face instantly tensed, his eyes filled with gravity and nervousness. All his earlier emotion and softness vanished, leaving only vigilance.

Tang Ya and Bei Bei's expressions also sharpened as they instantly entered a battle-ready state.

The two of them almost instinctively stepped forward shoulder to shoulder, their bodies firmly blocking Ning An and Ning Tian. They shielded the two young masters of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind them, their stance resolute and serious.

At this moment, Ning An and Ning Tian were, in their eyes, top-tier auxiliary soul masters with weak combat ability—people they had to protect with everything they had.

Especially Ning An. He had just forgiven the Tang Sect's mistakes and given the Tang Sect a new beginning. He had also paved Huo Yuhao's path to Shrek. To them, he was a benefactor, their Young Sect Master, and someone they had to protect even at the cost of their lives.

Without a doubt, they had all misunderstood Ning An's meaning when he said, "Perfect. I can use it for practice."

Pale purple lightning crackled around Bei Bei as he quietly released his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. Two yellow and one purple soul rings pulsed in unison, his aura fierce and domineering.

Blue Silver Grass vines quietly extended from Tang Ya's fingertips, supple yet tough and covered in fine barbs. She was ready at any moment to launch a surprise attack and seize control of the field, every part of her tense.

Huo Yuhao used Spiritual Detection Sharing, and everyone's eyes immediately lit up as they inwardly marveled at the power of this soul skill.

"Young Sect Master, Miss Ning Tian!"

After adapting to the godlike field of vision, Bei Bei looked toward Ning An and Ning Tian.

"Stay somewhere safe and just provide support for us!"

"The thousand-year Mandragora Snake's poison is extremely deadly. Leave it to Xiao Ya and me!"

Tang Ya hurriedly echoed him, her voice firm. "That's right! Young Sect Master, Miss Ning Tian, do not come forward!"

"You must ensure your own safety. Nothing can happen to you!"

By the standards of Douluo Continent, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was an auxiliary Martial Soul. Its enhancements were powerful, but it possessed no close-combat ability of its own.

At eleven years old, no matter how monstrous Ning An's talent was, he was ultimately only an auxiliary soul master.

Against a thousand-year soul beast with such ferocious killing power, he had no means of contending with it. Once it got close, even if his Ghost Shadow Track was formidable, something could easily go wrong.

Watching the two stand ready for battle and seeing Huo Yuhao's tense expression, a helpless smile flickered in Ning An's eyes.

The three of them had instinctively regarded him as a weakling who needed protection.

Bei Bei and Tang Ya were one thing, but had Huo Yuhao not seen his Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear Martial Soul scare off Tianmeng Iceworm?

Could it be that the boy had truly believed Tianmeng's words—that it had not been frightened away, but simply did not want to argue with a child like him?

Ning An shook his head. He stepped forward and lightly raised an arm, gently pulling Tang Ya and Bei Bei, who stood before him, apart.

Standing tall at the very front, he faced the churning dark green poisonous mist directly, his tone forceful and beyond question.

"You do not need to act."

"What I meant by practice was that I would be practicing—not you."

That single sentence instantly left Tang Ya and Bei Bei completely dumbfounded.

Their pupils contracted sharply, their faces filled with disbelief as their minds temporarily failed to process it.

The Young Sect Master... wanted to deal with a thousand-year Mandala Snake himself?

How was that possible?!

Tang Ya immediately panicked, her pretty face full of concern as she hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "Young Sect Master! You mustn't act rashly!"

"You're an auxiliary soul master! Even the legendary Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda only has enhancement abilities, not offensive methods!"

"That's a thousand-year Mandala Snake! Its venom is tyrannical and its speed is incredibly fast—it's far beyond ordinary soul beasts!"

"You... you don't have any close-combat ability at all. It's too dangerous!"

Bei Bei was equally anxious and quickly joined in the persuasion, his tone filled with earnestness.

"Young Sect Master, I know your talent is extraordinary, but you absolutely must not underestimate your opponent!"

"The ferocity of a thousand-year soul beast is beyond anything you can imagine. Don't treat your life like a joke!"

The two of them were frantic with worry, their hearts filled with concern.

In their understanding, an auxiliary soul master fighting a thousand-year vicious beast at close range was no different from seeking death.

This was practically throwing his life away!

Huo Yuhao was deeply worried, but he did not speak to stop Ning An.

The Third Elder stood at the rear with a calm expression, showing no intention of stopping him.

He knew Ning An's hidden cards. He knew that his Young Sect Master was far more than a mere auxiliary soul master. A mere thousand-year Mandala Snake was no match for him.

He only hoped that the Young Sect Master would not be injured like before after using that martial soul.

Ning Tian's thoughts were much the same as the Third Elder's.

Facing everyone's worried attempts to dissuade him, Ning An's expression remained unchanged. His gaze stayed fixed on the sinister forest and poisonous mist ahead.

The next moment, his thoughts stirred, and the soul power within his body surged into motion!

Buzz—!

A wave of soul power even more violent and tyrannical than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon suddenly erupted from his body!

Before anyone could react, the light and shadows around Ning An swelled dramatically!

Pitch-black patterns spread from his arms across his entire body. Layers of hard, dark-gold scales emerged, gleaming with icy light, their edges incomparably sharp.

The tips of his ten fingers rapidly lengthened, transforming into ten enormous, savage bear claws that gleamed with cold light. Every inch of the claw blades shone with an icy metallic luster as they tore through the air!

The phantom of a towering, savage, terrifying Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear slowly emerged behind him, raising its head in a silent roar toward the heavens.

Top-tier beast martial soul—the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear, possessed.