A Sudden Twist: Myriad Souls Douluo Joins the Battle

No one knew who shouted first, but the remaining six evil soul masters exchanged glances and gave up watching. They attacked together, lunging at Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan from different directions!

Facing the combined assault of seven people, the pressure on Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan surged dramatically.

Though Ye Guyi could barely hold off three or four opponents with the suppressive power of her martial soul, Jiang Nannan was already struggling on her side. The two of them were soon forced into a disadvantageous position, peril lurking at every turn.

Ye Guyi drove back two evil soul masters with a sword strike, then seized the chance to shout toward somewhere behind her, "Stop watching! We're getting ganged up on!"

The evil soul masters froze upon hearing that.

Who was this girl talking to?

At the very moment they hesitated, a golden radiance even more dazzling and purer than Ye Guyi's holy light suddenly descended from the sky!

Buzz!

A massive phantom of a golden pagoda appeared out of thin air, enveloping Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan within it.

Countless profound runes flowed across the pagoda's surface, emanating a vast and ancient pressure as though it had come from the dawn of heaven and earth.

The attacks of all seven evil soul masters landed on the pagoda at once.

A rapid series of dull thuds rang out. Attacks capable of shattering steles and splitting rocks failed to leave even the slightest crack on its surface.

The next second, the golden pagoda trembled slightly.

An invisible rebounding force erupted with a roar.

As if struck by enormous hammers, all seven evil soul masters spat out blood.

They flew backward and slammed heavily into the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

The dust slowly settled.

At some point, a figure dressed in azure had appeared before the golden pagoda, standing protectively in front of Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan.

Yan Feng climbed to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His gaze remained fixed on the azure-robed youth who had suddenly appeared, his eyes filled with gravity and wariness.

He asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Li Changqing stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and his tone indifferent. "Who I am isn't important. What matters is that I know who you are."

Those words left not only Jiang Nannan and Ye Guyi stunned, but even Yan Feng momentarily blanked.

He knew who he was?

Yan Feng narrowed his eyes and stared at Li Changqing for several seconds before probing, "Then tell me. Who am I?"

Li Changqing chuckled lightly and replied in an even tone, "Your name is Yan Feng, and your martial soul is the Bone Dragon."

The moment he said that, Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan behind him both rolled their eyes, their faces full of speechlessness.

Ye Guyi could not help complaining, "We already knew that, okay? He introduced himself earlier. What kind of revelation is that?"

Jiang Nannan said nothing, but the expression on her face clearly said, I'm just as helpless as you are.

Li Changqing ignored their complaints and continued.

His voice was unhurried, yet his words struck Yan Feng's heart like a heavy hammer. "And you are the personal disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult's leader, the Death God Douluo Zhongli Wu. Am I right?"

Yan Feng's pupils abruptly contracted. The composure and calm on his face vanished in an instant.

They were replaced by shocked disbelief and vigilance.

He stared fixedly at Li Changqing, his voice carrying a barely noticeable tremor. "How do you know that? Who exactly are you?"

His identity might not have been much of a secret within the Holy Spirit Cult, but very few people outside knew who he truly was.

In particular, only core members of the Holy Spirit Cult knew that he was Zhongli Wu's personal disciple.

How could this youth, who looked no older than fourteen or fifteen, know so much?

Li Changqing shook his head, his tone still calm. "Who I am isn't important. What matters is that if there are only a few of you here today, I'm afraid you won't be leaving alive."

Those words were like oil thrown onto a fire, instantly igniting the rage of Yan Feng and the other evil soul masters.

"Arrogant!"

Yan Feng roared and forcefully pushed off the ground.

A black phantom of a Bone Dragon emerged behind him, carrying an icy aura of death as it lunged at Li Changqing first!

The other six evil soul masters followed close behind, launching simultaneous attacks from different directions in an attempt to overwhelm Li Changqing with their numbers.

Li Changqing merely sneered.

Faced with the siege of seven people, his figure moved like a ghost through the gaps in their attacks.

Every dodge came at precisely the right moment, and every counterattack was accurate and deadly.

Under Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan's watchful eyes, Li Changqing twisted aside to evade Yan Feng's bone-claw thrust. At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, precisely seizing an opening exposed by one of the evil soul masters.

Crack.

A crisp sound of breaking bones rang out.

That evil soul master did not even have time to scream before his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

The life in his eyes rapidly faded, and his entire body collapsed to the ground like a limp heap of mud.

Seeing such a brutal scene, both Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan could not help sucking in a sharp breath.

Holy shit!

That was vicious!

They knew Li Changqing was strong, but they had not expected him to act with such ruthless decisiveness.

One strike, one kill—without the slightest hesitation.

Yan Feng was frightened as well.

He retreated several steps, widening the distance between himself and Li Changqing. A fine layer of cold sweat seeped over his forehead, and his eyes were filled with uncertainty and alarm.

The seven of them had joined forces, yet the other side had killed one of them instead?

And judging from how relaxed he looked, he clearly had not even used his full strength.

Where had this ruthless monster come from?

And what kind of martial soul was that golden pagoda?

Why could it suppress their martial souls as well?

He had never seen such a martial soul before!

Yan Feng gritted his teeth, already beginning to consider retreating.

But he knew that if he did not uncover this youth's origins and capabilities, then even if he escaped today, this youth would become a grave future threat.

Just as Li Changqing snapped the neck of another evil soul master and prepared to eliminate Yan Feng in the same motion...

A sudden change occurred!

A massive black banner descended from the sky without warning, as though it had torn open space itself, appearing out of nowhere above the battlefield.

The entire banner was pitch-black, embroidered with countless twisted skulls and ferocious ghostly faces. It radiated a terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe.

The banner gave a gentle shake, and an indescribably vast force poured down like a tsunami, crushing directly toward Li Changqing!

Li Changqing's pupils shrank. He immediately summoned the Heavenly Profound and Earthly Yellow Exquisite Pagoda. Golden light burst from its body as it attempted to block that terrifying force.

However...

Boom!!

The golden pagoda collided with the black banner, erupting with an earth-shaking blast.

Li Changqing felt an irresistible force transmit through the pagoda.

Like a kite with its string cut, he was violently hurled away, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

"Changqing!"

Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan cried out at the same time, their faces turning pale in an instant.

Having narrowly escaped death, Yan Feng panted heavily.

Once he came back to his senses, he raised his head toward the black banner floating in the air. A flicker of astonishment first passed through his eyes.

It was quickly replaced by wild joy and reverence as he respectfully said, "This disciple Yan Feng thanks Elder Myriad Souls for saving me!"