Kid, Speak Your Last Words

Father Qi glanced at Qi Dao. The fear in his eyes faded somewhat, replaced by a trace of tragic resolve and boldness.

He laughed heartily. "If A-Dao isn't afraid of death, then how could I, as his father, be afraid?"

"Today, the three of us will have a proper battle with these three Soul Ancestors."

"If we die, we die together!"

Mother Qi said nothing, but she had already begun chanting a spell.

In an instant, the three soul rings around her lit up one after another.

Three red beams shot into the father and son's bodies in succession.

Mother Qi's third soul skill was called Berserk Light. For five minutes, it could greatly enhance all attributes of its target.

Though it was not a percentage-based increase, it could still provide a tremendous boost to targets at the Soul Elder realm and below.

After releasing six soul skills in a row, including two third soul skills, Mother Qi's face turned slightly pale.

Across from them, the three fallen soul masters watched with interest, yet showed no intention of attacking immediately.

The tall man let out a strange laugh.

"Are you planning to fight us to the death?"

"How tragic!"

The gaunt man licked his lips, looking at Qi Dao's family as though a cat were toying with mice.

"Struggle. Otherwise, we'll find this terribly boring!"

They loved slaughter, especially the pleasure of torturing others to death.

The more their opponents struggled, the more they enjoyed it.

The burly man lightly wiped the Blood-Red Mountain-Cleaving Blade in his hand. With a mocking look in his eyes, his gaze swept back and forth across Qi Dao and the others as though selecting a target.

At last, his eyes settled on Father Qi, and he grinned.

"You'll do!"

One was merely a support-type soul master, while the other was just a snot-nosed brat. Killing them would bring him no sense of accomplishment.

At the same time—

"Attack!"

Father Qi shouted and charged forward first.

Mother Qi's enhancement was currently on him. If they did not take the initiative now, once the enhancement expired, they would have even less ability to fight back.

And the target he chose was the burly man with the Blood-Red Mountain-Cleaving Blade martial soul. He intended to hold back the strongest opponent.

"Going after the boss, huh?"

"Then the other two are ours!"

"Third Brother, that woman is mine!"

The gaunt man grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, then dashed toward Qi Dao and Mother Qi.

"Damn it, Second Brother, you're going too far!"

"I don't care! You have to let me have a taste of that woman too, or I'll fight you for her!" the tall Third Brother shouted as he stamped his foot in anger.

The gaunt man was utterly unconcerned. He even slowed down enough to reply, "Depends on my mood!"

He believed that a mere support-type Soul Elder and a one-ring brat posed no threat to him whatsoever. He was completely relaxed and utterly unguarded.

But was that really the case?

With Mother Qi's enhancement and the Heart Sword State, Qi Dao had the strength to fight even a Soul Ancestor!

And the gaunt man's carelessness was destined to become Qi Dao's opening!

While he slowed down to answer the tall Third Brother, Qi Dao's attention had remained fixed on him.

The moment he opened his mouth, Qi Dao's eyes sharpened.

An opening!!

The next second, Qi Dao instantly entered the Heart Sword State.

An unprecedented sense of power flooded his entire body. Qi Dao's aura suddenly became incomparably sharp—so sharp that even the tall Third Brother across from him sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly shouted, "Second Brother, there's something strange about that kid!"

The gaunt man grinned. "What could possibly—"

A dull thud rang out at the same time as his voice, instantly cutting off his words.

As he looked toward Qi Dao, his pupils contracted violently.

A figure, swift as the wind, suddenly came charging from not far away.

In his field of vision, a flash of snow-bright sword light suddenly ignited, dazzling his eyes.

A fierce sword wind rushed straight at him, closing the distance in an instant and aiming directly for his throat.

"Something's wrong!"

The skinny man's hairs stood on end. Though his target was only a one-ring Soul Master, that terrifying speed was nothing a one-ring Soul Master should have been capable of unleashing.

He instinctively twisted aside.

A flash of sword light descended.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Something else fell with it!

An arm!

Only then did the skinny man's scream ring out.

"Second Brother!"

Two cries of alarm rang out in succession.

The burly man with the Blood-Red Mountain-Cleaving Blade martial soul sneered coldly as he faced Father Qi's attack. He casually swung his blade, colliding with Father Qi's iron sword in midair.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere. The burly man clearly held the same cat-and-mouse mentality, but his strike was still immensely powerful, directly forcing Father Qi back seven or eight steps before he barely managed to steady himself.

Before the burly man could continue his pursuit, however, he caught sight of the scene on the other side from the corner of his eye, and his expression abruptly changed.

At the same time, the tall Third Brother immediately charged out. He was an agility-type Soul Master.

A trace of regret flashed through Qi Dao's eyes.

If that sword strike had landed on the skinny man's head just now, it would have been enough to decapitate him instantly.

Unfortunately, a Soul Ancestor's reflexes truly were terrifying!

His first strike having failed, he immediately launched two more.

But the prepared skinny man was still a Soul Ancestor. Despite losing an arm and bleeding profusely from the severed stump, faced with death, his desire to survive still erupted with astonishing force. He first retreated to evade one sword, then used his claws to block Qi Dao's second strike.

The clash of their attacks even revealed the gap in their strength, forcing Qi Dao back two or three steps.

At the same time, the tall Third Brother had already arrived. Yet his target was not Qi Dao, but Mother Qi, who was retreating.

As a support-type Soul Master, Mother Qi understood well how a support-type Soul Master survived. The moment she finished releasing her soul skill, she immediately fell back, avoiding becoming a burden to Qi Dao and Father Qi.

Yet the tall Third Brother had still set his sights on her.

Qi Dao's brows knitted at the sight, and he could only break away to attack him.

Fortunately, he was no longer the tiny Soul Master with only one level of soul power that he had once been. Although the Heart Sword State consumed far more than it had back then, he could maintain it for longer as well.

"Hehehe~"

"Kid, you've fallen for it!"

Just as Qi Dao broke away to support her, the tall Third Brother let out a strange laugh, and his first soul ring suddenly lit up.

He immediately spat out a mouthful of emerald-green venom.

Qi Dao's pupils contracted. He urgently dodged to the side, but while moving at high speed, his reaction was still a step too slow. The venom grazed his left shoulder.

The clothes on his shoulder were instantly corroded by the venom, stripping away a layer of flesh as well. It was a bloody, mangled sight.

Qi Dao grunted and swung his sword twice.

Two sharp streams of sword qi shot from the blade in an instant.

The tall Third Brother had clearly not expected this.

After all, there was still some distance between them, and Qi Dao's soul rings had not lit up either.

But when the sword qi tore through the air toward him, he immediately reacted, crossing his arms before himself.

Bang!

The soul power defense on his arms, along with his sleeves, was torn apart by the sword qi, leaving a bloody mark on the surface of his arms.

But the sword qi's offensive power was clearly far inferior to the blade itself, bringing the tall man nothing more than a trivial bit of trouble.

"Hahaha~"

"So that's all you've got!"

Meanwhile, on the other side.

A figure was sent flying backward, suddenly crashing down behind Qi Dao from afar.

It was Father Qi.

The iron sword in his hand had been knocked away by immense force. His body flew like a kite with a broken string, a vicious wound now carved across his chest as he coughed up blood.

"Mingyuan!!"

Mother Qi cried out in alarm and hurried forward.

A dagger appeared in her hand, pressed against her own neck. She was ready to take her own life at any moment to prevent herself from being humiliated.

Qi Dao's pupils suddenly shrank.

His parents were behind him. He could only stand guard in front.

The three men opposite him did not attack immediately either, merely standing not far away.

The burly man looked at Qi Dao indifferently.

"Something is seriously wrong with your condition. If you were a three-ring Soul Master, perhaps we wouldn't be your match."

"What a pity~"

He shook his head, baring his teeth in a cruel grin.

"You're merely a one-ring Soul Master, yet you've managed to come this far. You're undoubtedly a genius."

"But what a pity, the ones I enjoy killing most..."

"Are geniuses!!"

Beside him, the gaunt man wore a savage expression, blood still streaming from his severed arm.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Boss, he's my prey!"

"I'm going to tear this brat apart with my bare hands!!"

As soon as he finished speaking—

"Trash. You can't even handle a one-ring Soul Master."

"Get the hell out of the way. You don't get to speak here!"

Then he looked at Qi Dao again and gave a sinister smile.

"Kid, seeing as you'll be the most noteworthy genius to die by my hand, go on—say your last words!"

"Perhaps..."

"I might just grant your wish!"