First Soul Skill, Sword Slashes the Eight Desolations!

Hearing the filthy insults from the two men opposite her, Zhu Zhuqing began to tremble uncontrollably.

She suddenly raised her head and saw Ning Chen still pressing down on her, instantly growing ashamed and furious.

"You pervert... have you pressed on me long enough? Get up already!"

Ning Chen rubbed his nose. Feeling the astonishing softness and warmth beneath him, he gave a light cough and stood up.

Zhu Zhuqing swiftly climbed to her feet as well, glaring warily at the two men in black as she said fiercely,

"Hmph! You two really are like irritating pieces of dog skin plaster!"

She had fled all the way from the Star Luo Empire, yet wave after wave of assassins had relentlessly pursued her.

During the day, she had nearly sacrificed half her life to shake them off using the complicated terrain. Yet after only taking a bath, they had actually caught up again!

Her Soul Power was nearly depleted, her old injuries had yet to heal, and she had just suffered internal injuries from the backlash. She had no chance of winning at all.

"You're already at death's door, yet the Second Miss still has such a temper. How spirited!"

The leader in black sneered and flicked the short blade in his hand.

"Since you like this pretty boy so much, I'll send you lovebirds down to the underworld together!"

"On the road to the underworld, you can have all the fun you want! No need to be lonely, hahaha!"

"Roar!"

Two wolf howls rang out.

The two men released their martial souls at the same time. Sharp wolf fangs protruded from their mouths, while their eyes glowed with an eerie green light.

Beneath their feet, three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—slowly rose.

They were two Soul Elders in their thirties.

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing's palms were drenched in sweat, and despair filled her heart.

These two were assassins sent by Zhu Zhuyun and Dai Weisi. They worked seamlessly together; even against a level-forty Soul Ancestor, they could hold their own for a while.

She was only level twenty-seven. What could she rely on to survive?

"Hey, pretty boy. In your next life, remember not to touch women you shouldn't touch!"

The second man in black kicked off the ground and swung his blade straight at Ning Chen's face.

Yet Ning Chen looked completely at ease.

"Two worthless Soul Elders dare bark in front of me?"

He slowly raised his right hand and said viciously,

"Kneel!"

Boom!

A violent wave of dark crimson flames instantly swept across the area.

The weeds on the ground immediately turned to charcoal, while the air warped violently beneath the searing heat.

Ning Chen's entire body was enveloped in the Scorching Heaven Evil Emperor Armor. At the same time, four Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

They were yellow, purple, purple, and black.

The instant the fourth Soul Ring appeared, the second man in black, who had leaped into the air, froze stiffly midair. His legs gave out, and he crashed face-first into the ground.

"Th-That's... black?"

The leader in black behind him was equally shocked, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?"

"A Four-Ring Soul Ancestor with a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?! How is that possible?! How old is he?"

"Could he be a young master from some great clan?"

Zhu Zhuqing, standing nearby, was even more incredulous.

Not only had this pervert obtained a thousand-year Soul Ring as his second ring, his fourth ring had even surpassed the limit and become a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Even the powerful figures of Spirit Hall could not accomplish such a thing.

"Big Brother, this kid is far too strong! What should we do now?" The second man in black scrambled to his feet and asked anxiously.

"Damn it, retreat first. Once we report this situation, we'll bring experts back to ambush and kill him later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two men unleashed all their Soul Power and fled in the opposite direction like mad dogs.

"Run?" Ning Chen's teasing voice emerged from beneath the armor.

"Did I allow you to run?"

Bang!

A terrifying pressure crashed down.

The two men in black, who had been sprinting away, suddenly felt an irresistible force pressing down on their shoulders. Their knees slammed heavily into the ground at the same time.

"Damn it, so heavy! What terrifying pressure!" they cried out in agony.

Then Ning Chen clenched his right hand in the air.

"Emperor-Slaying Sword, appear!"

A massive dark crimson sword wreathed in ghostly black flames suddenly appeared in his hand.

The scorching heat caused the surrounding tree trunks to begin combusting on their own.

Dragging the Emperor-Slaying Sword behind him, Ning Chen walked step by step toward the two kneeling men.

The blade scraped across the ground, carving a charred black trench.

The second man in black trembled all over and turned toward his leader.

"Big Brother, what do we do now? This kid is incredibly strange!"

The leader in black gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading across his forehead as his mind raced.

"Since we can't run, we can only fight!" The leader in black lowered his voice and viciously forced out the words.

"When the time comes, we'll both unleash our Soul Skills and rush him together. We'll fight him to the death!"

The second man swallowed hard and nodded heavily. Then the first Soul Rings beneath both their feet lit up at once.

"First Soul Skill, Frenzied Wolf's Might!"

The two shouted in unison, their bodies, which had been bent beneath the pressure, forcibly straightening somewhat.

The muscles across their bodies bulged high as they barely managed to stand while resisting the pressure.

The leader in black panted heavily and shoved the second man's back.

"Second Brother, you go first! I need to find an opportunity to unleash my third Soul Skill. This kid's defense is too high—we have to use our ultimate move!"

The second man did not think much of it. Fierce light surged in his eyes.

"Alright! Big Brother, hurry!"

His second Soul Ring lit up, and sharp Wolf Claws half a foot long sprang from all ten fingers.

"Second Soul Skill, Wolf Claw!"

The second man kicked hard with both legs and pounced toward Ning Chen.

Seeing this, Ning Chen stopped walking. He neither dodged nor raised his sword to block, simply standing quietly where he was.

The second man was overjoyed, assuming Ning Chen was being overconfident.

He swung both claws and viciously attacked the dark crimson armor on Ning Chen's chest.

A piercing screech of metal scraping against metal rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

The second man swung his claws more than a dozen times in one breath, his arms gradually growing numb and sore.

As for Ning Chen, he did not even take half a step back.

Not even a white mark had been left on the dark crimson Scorching Heaven Evil Emperor Armor.

"Is that all you've got? You can't even break through my defense?"

Seeing that he could not pierce the armor's defense at all, the second man instantly panicked. So this kid had been toying with him all along.

He turned and shouted, "Big Brother, attack now!!"

Yet there was nothing behind him.

The leader in black, who had been standing there moments ago, had already fled dozens of meters away.

Without looking back, the leader in black ran for his life, his distant voice drifting over.

"Second Brother, go in peace! Big Brother will definitely avenge you!"

Hearing that, the second man froze.

Damn it, he had been sold out. His big brother had used him as bait and fled on his own.

Despair instantly surged into his heart. His legs went weak, his Wolf Claws retracted, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Ning Chen raised the Emperor-Slaying Sword. Looking at the kneeling second man, he spoke calmly.

"Don't worry. Not a single one of you will escape."

The blade descended swiftly. The second man tasted sweetness in his throat, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground without another sound.

Ning Chen withdrew his sword. Dark crimson flames burned along its blade, incinerating every trace of blood.

He raised his head and looked toward the leader in black fleeing in the distance.

At that moment, the leader in black was running forward with all his might.

That young pretty boy was not human at all. A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, armor defense that could not be breached—how was anyone supposed to fight that?

He had to return to the Star Luo Empire and find experts. That was his only way to survive.

Ning Chen watched the retreating figure grow farther and farther away. Then his first Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet.

"First Soul Skill, Sword Slashes the Eight Desolations."