Boy, Speak Your Last Words

Qi Father glanced at Qi Dao. Some of the fear in his eyes faded, replaced by a trace of grim resolve and boldness.

He laughed. "If A Dao isn't afraid to die, how could I, his father, be afraid?"

"Today, the three of us will give these three Soul Ancestors a fight to remember."

"If we die, we die together!"

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

In an instant, all three Soul Rings around her lit up.

Three beams of red light shot into father and son, one after another.

Qi Mother's Third Soul Skill was called Berserk Light. It could greatly enhance all of a target's attributes for five minutes.

The boost was not percentage-based, but it could still grant an enormous increase to targets at or below the Soul Elder level.

After using Soul Skills six times in a row, including her Third Soul Skill twice, Qi Mother's face turned slightly pale.

Across from them, the three Fallen Soul Masters watched with interest, showing no intention of attacking just yet.

The tall man let out a strange laugh.

"Are they trying to fight us to the death?"

"How tragically heroic!"

The scrawny man licked his lips, looking at Qi Dao's family like a cat toying with mice.

"Struggle all you want. Otherwise, we'll get bored!"

They loved killing, and especially savored the thrill of tormenting their victims to death.

The more their prey struggled, the more he enjoyed it.

The burly man lightly wiped the Blood-Red Mountain-Cleaving Blade in his hand. With a mocking look, he swept his gaze over the three of them as though choosing a target.

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

"You'll do!"

One of the other two was only a support Soul Master, while the other was just a brat. Killing them would bring him no satisfaction.

At the same moment—

"Attack!" Qi Father roared, charging forward first.

Qi Mother's enhancements were active. If they did not strike now, they would have even less chance of fighting back once the effects wore off.

His chosen target was the burly man whose Martial Soul was the Blood-Red Mountain-Cleaving Blade. He meant to keep the strongest of the three occupied.

"He picked the boss?"

"Then the other two are ours!"

"Third, the woman's mine!"

The scrawny man grinned, baring sharp teeth, then sped toward Qi Dao and Qi Mother.

"Damn it, Second! You've gone too far!"

"I don't care! You'd better leave me a taste of that woman, or I'll fight you for it!" the tall Third shouted, stamping his foot.

The scrawny man slowed down to answer, utterly unconcerned. "If I feel like it!"

He believed a mere support-type Soul Elder and a brat with one Soul Ring posed no threat to him, so he was completely relaxed and off guard.

But was that really true?

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

And the scrawny man's carelessness was bound to give Qi Dao an opening!

While the man slowed to answer the tall Third, Qi Dao kept his attention fixed on him.

The instant the man opened his mouth, Qi Dao's eyes sharpened.

Now!

In the next instant, Qi Dao entered the Heart Sword State.

A sensation of power unlike anything he had felt before filled his body. His presence suddenly turned so razor-sharp that even the tall Third sensed something was wrong and shouted, "Second, there's something strange about that kid!"

The scrawny man grinned. "What could be—"

A low, muffled thud sounded beneath his words, cutting him off.

His pupils contracted as he looked at Qi Dao.

A figure came hurtling toward him from nearby, swift as the wind.

A flash of brilliant Sword Light suddenly flared in his vision, dazzling him.

A fierce wind from the sword rushed at his face. In the blink of an eye, the blade was upon him, driving straight for his neck.

Something's wrong!

The scrawny man's hair stood on end. His opponent might be a One-Ring Soul Master, but such terrifying speed was nothing a One-Ring Soul Master should be capable of.

He twisted aside on instinct.

The Sword Light fell.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Something else fell with it!

An arm!

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

"Second!"

Two startled cries rang out at once.

The burly man with the Blood-Red Mountain-Cleaving Blade Martial Soul gave Qi Father's attack a cold smile and swung his blade casually. It met Qi Father's iron sword in midair.

Clang!

Sparks flew. The burly man was also toying with his prey, but his blow was still crushingly heavy. It drove Qi Father back seven or eight steps before he barely steadied himself.

Before the burly man could pursue him, he caught sight of what had happened on the other side. His expression changed sharply.

At the same time, the tall Third charged out. He was an Agility Attack Soul Master.

Regret flickered through Qi Dao's eyes.

If that sword had struck the scrawny man's head, it would have taken it clean off.

But a Soul Ancestor's reflexes were terrifying!

His first strike had failed to finish the man, so Qi Dao followed with two more thrusts.

But the scrawny man was still a Soul Ancestor, and now he was on guard. Though he had lost an arm and blood streamed from the stump, his will to survive erupted in the face of death. He retreated to evade one strike, then blocked Qi Dao's second with his claws.

The difference in their strength even forced Qi Dao back two or three steps when they clashed.

Meanwhile, the tall Third had already closed in. His target was not Qi Dao, but Qi Mother, who was retreating.

As a support Soul Master, Qi Mother knew how to survive on the battlefield. She had withdrawn as soon as she finished using her Soul Skills, so she would not become a burden to Qi Dao and Qi Father.

Yet the tall Third had set his sights on her anyway.

Qi Dao's brow tightened. He had no choice but to break off and rush to her aid.

Fortunately, he was no longer the little Soul Master of level one he had once been. Although the Heart Sword State now consumed far more power, he could also maintain it longer.

"Heh heh heh!"

"You fell for it, kid!"

As Qi Dao turned to help, the tall Third gave a sinister laugh. His First Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

He immediately spat a mouthful of emerald-green venom.

Qi Dao's pupils contracted. He twisted aside, but moving at such speed left him a fraction too slow. The venom grazed his left shoulder.

It instantly ate through the cloth over his shoulder and corroded a layer of skin and flesh beneath, leaving a bloody mess.

Qi Dao grunted and raised his sword, slashing twice.

Two fierce arcs of Sword Qi shot from the blade.

The tall Third clearly had not expected that.

There was still some distance between them, and Qi Dao's Soul Ring had not lit up.

Only when the Sword Qi tore through the air toward him did he react, crossing his arms in front of himself.

Bang!

The Sword Qi ripped through the Soul Power defense over his forearms and tore his sleeves, leaving bloody gashes on his arms.

But the Sword Qi was far weaker than the blade itself. It caused the tall man only a trifling inconvenience.

"Heh hahahaha!"

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

Meanwhile, on the other side—

A figure flew backward and crashed to the ground behind Qi Dao.

It was Qi Father.

The tremendous force had knocked the iron sword from his hand. He had been sent flying like a kite with its string cut, a savage wound across his chest as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

"Mingyuan!"

Qi Mother cried out and hurried toward him.

A dagger appeared in her hand, its point aimed at her own throat. She was ready to end her life at any moment rather than be violated.

Qi Dao's pupils abruptly contracted.

With his parents behind him, he could only stand guard in front of them.

The three men opposite them did not attack immediately. They merely stood a short distance away.

The burly man looked calmly at Qi Dao.

"There's something unusual about your state. If you were a three-ring Soul Elder, we might not be your match."

"What a pity."

He shook his head and bared his teeth in a cruel grin.

"For a mere One-Ring Soul Master to do this much, you're undoubtedly a genius."

"But unfortunately, the ones I most enjoy killing..."

"Are geniuses!"

Beside him, the scrawny man's face was twisted with rage. Blood still flowed from his severed arm.

He gritted his teeth. "Boss, he's my prey!"

"I'm going to tear that little bastard apart!"

The burly man immediately cut him off.

"Useless trash. You couldn't even handle a One-Ring Soul Master."

"Get out of my way. You have no say here!"

He looked back at Qi Dao and smiled darkly.

"Kid, since you'll be the most impressive genius I've ever killed, speak your last words!"

"Perhaps..."

"I might even grant your wish!"