"Spare Your Life, Take Your Arm!"

"There are no Evil Soul Masters here."

Kong Deming's attitude toward Ning Fengzhi was somewhat better. After all, he would be a major client of theirs in the future.

"Your Excellency Salas, you heard him. Your Excellency Silver Moon has already said there are no Evil Soul Masters here."

After receiving Kong Deming's confirmation, Ning Fengzhi immediately spoke to Salas.

"Since there are no Evil Soul Masters, I assume this matter has little to do with our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Fengzhi had no desire to get dragged into this mess for no reason.

"Sect Master Ning, how can you simply believe his one-sided—"

Salas's expression tightened as he was about to say something to Ning Fengzhi.

But before he could finish, a silver ray shot from Kong Deming's fingertip.

No one had time to react, nor had anyone expected Kong Deming to truly make a move.

The Silver Ray struck Salas's arm directly.

Before everyone's horrified eyes, Salas's entire right arm instantly turned to dust.

"Ah!"

A moment later, Salas finally reacted. Clutching at his vanished right arm, he fell from the air.

"My arm! My arm!"

The searing pain forced Salas to let out a shrill scream.

Having lived in luxury all these years, when had he ever suffered such an injury?

"You have repeatedly tried to sow discord. You should have been executed!"

"However, for the sake of the force behind you, I will spare your life for now."

Kong Deming looked expressionlessly at Salas, who was rolling around on the ground, a chilling killing intent flashing through his eyes.

If he had not been worried about causing trouble for his Young Pavilion Master, he would have long since made this noisy fellow shut up forever.

Kong Deming was only this restrained because, as a noble, he still followed some Rules.

If it had been Du Busi instead, the grass on Salas's grave would probably have grown several feet tall by now.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Salas, who had lost an arm, with barely concealed schadenfreude.

Yet they also became even more wary of Kong Deming's methods.

After all, from beginning to end, Kong Deming had not used a single soul skill.

With just a casual point of his finger, he had reduced the arm of a Soul Douluo to dust.

What if Kong Deming had pointed at his head instead?

Even Bone Douluo, the strongest person present, admitted that he could not accomplish such a feat.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Salas's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed his remaining arm at Kong Deming in the air and roared.

He had completely lost his reason.

With his talent, he might have had a chance to reach the rank of Titled Douluo in the future.

But now that he had lost an arm, breaking through to become a Titled Douluo was nothing but a pipe dream.

The Spirit Hall Branch Hall in Heaven Dou City had over a dozen Temple Knights stationed there, all of them Soul Masters with at least five rings.

They exchanged glances upon hearing his command, but none of them moved.

More than a dozen Five-Ring Soul Masters were supposed to kill a Titled Douluo?

They had to be dreaming!

Wasn't that as absurd as the Hydra telling Benbo'erba, "Go eliminate Tang Sanzang and his disciples"?

"Stop! Soul Masters are forbidden from engaging in private combat within Heaven Dou City!"

At that moment, a somewhat youthful voice rang out from the street.

Along with it came a force of several hundred fully armed and superbly equipped Imperial Heavy Cavalry.

The young man at their head appeared to be around twenty years old. Dressed in white, he was quite handsome.

"Your Excellency Salas, even as Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop, you cannot cause trouble in my Heaven Dou imperial capital!"

As the man looked at Salas, who had lost an arm, a cold glint flashed deep in his eyes.

"C-Crown Prince!"

When Xue Qinghe glared at him, Salas felt as though cold water had been poured over his head, instantly regaining his senses.

Others might not have known Xue Qinghe's identity, but Salas, the nominal highest-ranking leader of Spirit Hall in Heaven Dou City, certainly did.

"Your Excellency Salas, your injuries are serious. You should seek treatment as soon as possible."

Xue Qinghe's gaze swept over Salas's severed arm, and he frowned slightly.

"Let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Salas could only cast Kong Deming an unwilling glance before leading Spirit Hall's Temple Knights away in disgrace.

"Teacher."

A pair of pristine white wings appeared behind Xue Qinghe, and he flew over to Ning Fengzhi's side.

"Qinghe, this is Your Excellency Silver Moon, whom we encountered at the Grand Auction House today."

Ning Fengzhi pointed at Kong Deming in the distance as he spoke to Xue Qinghe.

"A Titled Douluo... a Titled Douluo with a 100,000-Year Spirit Ring!"

Xue Qinghe's face was filled with shock.

Qian Renxue, who was disguised as Xue Qinghe, knew very well that even within the Worship Hall, only her grandfather and the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, possessed 100,000-Year Spirit Rings.

Her grandfather's 100,000-Year Spirit Ring had been obtained through a divine trial.

Thus, she understood all too clearly just how terrifying a Titled Douluo with a 100,000-Year Spirit Ring was.

"Teacher, do you know their identities?"

Xue Qinghe asked Ning Fengzhi in a low voice.

"No. There isn't a single clue. Your Excellency Silver Moon seems to have appeared out of nowhere."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head.

Even among the reclusive sects, they had never heard of such a person.

Boom!

Before the two could continue their conversation, a brilliant green beam of light shot straight into the sky from the center of the residence!

"What powerful Life Force fluctuations!"

A look of shock flashed across Ning Fengzhi's face.

Inside the room, Ye Ling slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

As his eyes opened and closed, a dazzling green radiance flared within them, only gradually fading away after a moment.

"Feels good."

Ye Ling rose to his feet, and every joint in his body crackled with a series of pops.

"I never expected the power of this single spirit bone alone to forcibly push my Soul Power to level nineteen."

"And it even tempered all 206 bones in my body once over. The Nine Revolutions Witch God Art has also broken through to the first level, the Jade Bone Realm."

Feeling the formidable power within his body, Ye Ling smiled in satisfaction.

Judging by physical strength alone, even some three- or four-ring Spirit Masters might not be his match now.

"Still, my Soul Power has risen too quickly. There's no need to rush to obtain my second spirit ring for now."

Ye Ling was in no hurry to acquire his second spirit ring. At the very least, he needed to wait until he completed the mission of establishing a faction.

Only with more trump cards at his disposal could he hunt for his second spirit ring without worry.

Ye Ling shook his head and then walked out of the room.

"Congratulations to the Young Pavilion Master on absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

Seeing Ye Ling emerge, Du Busi immediately bowed. Then, somewhat curiously, he asked, "Young Pavilion Master, was that method of gathering Life Force just now a skill bestowed by the spirit bone?"

"That's right."

Ye Ling nodded.

In the Original Work, the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone possessed two skills: Wildfires Burn Without End, Spring Breezes Bring New Life, and flight.

To be honest, both skills were extremely practical. They had indeed saved Tang San's life many times when he was in danger.

However, compared to the evolved Immortal Azure Emperor Life Right Leg Bone, they still fell far short.

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