Not Even One Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and You Dare Call Yourself a Soul King?

Just as a Soul Elder sneered and reached out, about to grab Xue Ling'er's shoulder—

A cold glint suddenly flashed out from the shadows without warning!

It was a black short blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and the sound of it slicing through the air was almost inaudible.

"Who's there?!"

The Soul Elder reacted quickly.

When he saw that the other party had only two yellow Soul Rings beneath her feet, disdain immediately appeared on his face. He sneered.

"A mere Soul Grandmaster dares to imitate an assassin?"

His right hand was instantly covered in a thick layer of wolf fur as he reached out to seize the dagger head-on.

However, something strange happened.

The instant the short blade touched his palm, it flickered like a phantom.

It somehow passed straight through his defense.

It slipped between his fingers, then suddenly twisted!

"Pfft!"

A fountain of blood erupted.

The short blade not only pierced his palm, but precisely slit his throat in an instant.

The Soul Elder's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the black-clad girl before him.

A wheezing leak of air came from his throat before he collapsed to the ground.

Blood splattered everywhere!

"Gasp... A Soul Grandmaster actually instantly killed a Soul Elder!"

"What kind of ability is that? It can't even be attacked?"

The surrounding spectators were instantly horrified, all of them sucking in cold breaths.

"Meiying?"

Inside the tavern, Tang Ya recognized the black-clad girl and cried out in surprise.

Under the sunlight, the black figure flashed past.

A cold black mask and sleek long hair.

It was Meiying, whom they had parted ways with at the Soul Arena.

After landing her strike, she grabbed Xue Ling'er without looking back. "Run!"

"You're courting death!"

Seeing his brother killed, Lang Sha instantly flew into a rage.

Four Soul Rings shone brightly.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Wild Wolf Barrage!"

Soul Power erupted around him, and his speed surged. His body turned into an afterimage as he lunged at Meiying.

Meiying was, after all, only a Soul Grandmaster in her twenties. Her ability to kill a Soul Elder relied on surprise and extreme explosive power.

Facing the frontal pressure of a Soul Ancestor nearing level fifty, her movements visibly slowed.

She was caught in an instant.

"Mental Network!"

A soft shout suddenly came from Xue Ling'er's lips.

The next moment!

A golden light bloomed in her eyes.

The yellow, yellow, and purple Soul Rings beneath her feet suddenly merged into one.

They became a single illusory silver-white Soul Ring.

At the same time, a 3D image instantly appeared in Meiying's mind.

It covered half the street.

Long Aotian froze, then asked curiously, "What kind of battle skill is this? Three Soul Rings actually became one?!"

"Is it Ring Fusion?" Tang Ya asked in astonishment.

Lu Chen raised his brows slightly. "It looks somewhat like it. It should be some kind of spiritual detection Soul Skill."

When Xue Ling'er unleashed her Soul Skill, Lu Chen clearly felt a strand of spiritual power sweep across him.

Elsewhere!

Meiying's gaze sharpened, as though she had eyes on the back of her head.

Just as Lang Sha's claws were about to reach her, her first Soul Ring suddenly flashed.

Her body actually became illusory.

Lang Sha's claws passed through Meiying's figure as though they had struck nothing but air.

"What?!"

His expression changed, and his body staggered violently.

He passed directly through Meiying and charged forward.

Meiying took a step back with the momentum and thrust her short blade at Lang Sha's back once more.

"Hmph! Petty tricks!"

Lang Sha was, after all, a Soul Ancestor nearing level fifty. His reaction speed and velocity far surpassed Meiying's.

His third Soul Ring flashed as he swung around and smashed the ground with a heavy blow!

"Boom!"

A violent shockwave instantly swept outward.

It forced Meiying, who was preparing to cancel her Phasing state, to halt abruptly.

A terrifying blast of air swept past.

Several low-level Soul Masters watching from the street behind were directly sent flying, coughing up blood.

Even Xue Ling'er was shaken hard enough by the shockwave to spit out blood, her face turning pale.

"So strong!"

Meiying's face was pale as she was about to retreat.

But Lang Sha had already turned around, his terrifying wolf claws carrying a bloody stench as they lunged at her.

His face was twisted, his smile terrifying.

"Little bitch, you think Phasing makes you invincible?

Once your Soul Power runs dry, that Phasing will collapse on its own!"

Lang Sha truly deserved his reputation as someone who had spent years roaming Star Dou Forest.

His understanding of rare Soul Skills far exceeded that of ordinary people.

After his initial surprise, he instantly found Meiying's weakness.

He then shouted at his underling nearby.

"Dragon Two, go catch Xue Ling'er! Don't let her escape!"

"Yes!"

Dragon Two answered, and his third Soul Ring suddenly flashed.

His speed abruptly increased, and he caught up to Xue Ling'er within a few breaths.

Xue Ling'er's heart sank. She knew she could not escape today.

So she shouted, "Meiying, don't worry about me! Run!"

Meiying frowned. Looking at this familiar fighting style, a figure involuntarily flashed through her mind.

She bit her red lips. "Bastard!"

As Lang Sha's blood-red Soul Power-coated claws were about to pierce her throat, her gaze turned ruthless.

Her second Soul Ring flashed, and her fingers had already pinched a red pill radiating a violent aura.

However!

At that moment, a powerful hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.

A calm voice exploded beside everyone's ears like thunder.

"Don't swallow that medicine recklessly."

At some point, Lu Chen had already appeared in front of Meiying.

He casually extended his right hand and spread his fingers.

He actually reached out so casually toward Lang Sha's mountain-splitting claw.

"Boom!"

The air exploded.

Lang Sha's fully charged claw struck Lu Chen's palm, yet failed to create even the slightest ripple.

"You... That's impossible!"

Lang Sha's eyes widened.

He felt as though his claw had slammed into a towering mountain.

The recoil numbed his entire right arm.

Meiying stood frozen, blankly staring at the figure that had suddenly appeared before her. Turbulent waves crashed through her heart.

Lu Chen tilted his head, his tone indifferent.

"A Soul Ancestor with such trash Soul Ring configuration—who gave you the courage to bully a little girl?"

Before his words faded, an eerie red vapor suddenly rose around Lu Chen.

The sound of his blood and vitality surging was like a raging river, terrifying in its force.

Lang Sha's expression drastically changed. He could actually sense the aura of death.

A chill shot straight to the top of his head.

"Let... let go of me!"

Lang Sha struggled to pull free from Lu Chen's right hand.

However, the hand enhanced by an external Soul Bone was like an iron vise and did not budge in the slightest.

"Damn it! Where did this brat come from? Die!"

Lang Sha panicked. Seeing that this would not work, his fourth Soul Ring flashed again.

He violently swung his left arm, trying to tear Lu Chen's body apart.

"Too noisy."

Lu Chen's gaze remained calm. He did not even activate his Martial Soul as his left fist blasted out like a heavy cannon.

Heartburst Liberation Fist!

The air was forcibly compressed into a ring of white shockwave.

It tore through the air with an ear-piercing shriek!

It struck after yet arrived first!

"Bang!"

There was no suspense at all.

Lang Sha did not even have time to scream.

It was as though he had been hit at close range by a large-caliber cannon.

A bloody hole instantly exploded in his chest. His eyes were wide open, and he died with grievances unresolved.

Meiying's mouth fell open as she became completely stunned!

In her impression, Lu Chen was at most a Soul Master now.

Although she had heard that Lu Chen had successfully killed two Soul Ancestors that night.

She had not seen it with her own eyes.

Yet now, she saw him kill a Soul Ancestor as easily as slaughtering a chicken.

The contrast was simply too immense.

Just how strong is this guy? Meiying was shocked.

Lu Chen calmly pulled back his fist and flicked off the bloodstains.

He glanced to the side. "Hurry up."

"Right away!"

Long Aotian grinned.

One yellow and two purple Soul Rings beneath his feet flashed in succession.

His red hair danced wildly behind him, his presence soaring like a rainbow.

His right hand transformed into a dark-gold longsword.

A cold flash swept past.

The Soul Elder named Dragon Two was directly cleaved in half.

Blood stained the ground red.

Long Aotian flicked the blood from his blade and said flatly, "Trash. So weak."

"S-So strong!"

Xue Ling'er's mouth hung open as she stared blankly at the burly figure shielding her.

"H-How is that possible? Lang Sha was actually killed by a single punch!"

"Who is this kid? He looks so young, yet he killed a Soul Ancestor without even activating his Soul Rings!"

All the surrounding spectators stood stunned.

Long Aotian's one yellow and two purple Soul Ring configuration had already horrified them.

They had never expected to see Lu Chen kill a Soul Ancestor with one punch using nothing but his body, without even activating his Martial Soul.

Such strength completely overturned everything they knew!

"Bastard! You dared to kill my brother!"

Just as everyone was still marveling, a terrifying aura far surpassing that of a Soul Ancestor suddenly erupted from the end of the street.

A burly man with his upper body bare and a blood wolf tattooed across his chest hurried over with the remaining two Soul Ancestors.

The leader of the Mad Wolf Adventure Group, Lang Kui.

A level fifty-five Battle Soul King!

One white, two yellow, and two purple Soul Rings rose and fell around his feet.

Seeing Lang Sha's corpse on the ground, Lang Kui ground his teeth until they creaked, hatred blazing in his eyes as though fire might drip from them:

"You little bastard, I don't care which sect you're from. Today, I'll chop you into mincemeat!"

Long Aotian looked at the two Soul Ancestors staring at him and licked his lips.

Not a trace of fear showed on his face. Instead, excitement flashed in his eyes as he turned to Lu Chen.

"Brother Lu, leave these two Soul Ancestors to me!"

Meiying's face was still pale. She instinctively tugged at Lu Chen's sleeve, her voice anxious.

"Lu Chen, run! He's a Soul King, and he's extremely strong!"

Lu Chen merely lowered his head and chuckled, his laughter full of ridicule.

He raised his eyes to Lang Kui. His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly throughout the entire scene:

"A Soul King? Without even a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, you dare call yourself a Soul King?"