Spearman

"Eight golden rings mean at least 800 years of cultivation. Zhou Liang, the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python has a body like refined iron and moves like the wind. What do you think of this spirit beast?"

Teacher Wang Hu stated the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python's cultivation level and asked Zhou Liang.

"It's the one, Teacher!" Zhou Liang nodded.

"Good!"

After Teacher Wang Hu spoke, the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python had already drawn close to the three of them. After glancing at them—

It paused for a second before Teacher Wang Hu, then immediately turned and fled into the distance.

But during those few seconds, Teacher Wang Hu had already summoned his Martial Soul.

In an instant, he used his second soul skill and rushed to the side of the fleeing Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python.

The Tiger-Head Saber came crashing down, smashing heavily into the middle of the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python's body.

Fortunately, Teacher Wang Hu had used the flat of the blade and had not cut the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python in two. Otherwise, he might have killed it outright.

"Hisss!"

The Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python let out a pained hiss, then turned its head, opened its bloody maw, and viciously bit toward Teacher Wang Hu.

With a bang.

Teacher Wang Hu slammed a fist into its head, knocking it straight to the ground and smashing a deep pit into the earth.

The immense force left it seeing stars. Its dizzy mind could not lift itself at all, and it could only lie in that deep pit.

"Zhou Liang, come kill it!"

Teacher Wang Hu's voice carried over. Zhou Liang nodded and led Xiao Wu forward.

Pulling Xiao Wu behind him, Zhou Liang took a dagger from the Soul Tool's storage space.

He thrust it directly into the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python's eye socket, easily killing the 800-year-old Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python.

Then, a yellow Soul Ring slowly floated up and hovered above the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python's corpse.

Zhou Liang slowly exhaled, sat down cross-legged, and began absorbing his second Soul Ring.

As he absorbed the Soul Ring, immense Soul Power flooded into his body. Yet this Berserk Soul Power did not make Zhou Liang's body feel swollen.

Eight hundred years of cultivation was still within the limits of Zhou Liang's physical endurance. The ease of it even made Zhou Liang feel that he should try challenging a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

At that moment, Xiao Wu, standing beside Zhou Liang, watched him with some nervousness.

After all, this Soul Ring's age exceeded the normal limit for a Second Soul Ring by more than a hundred years. Xiao Wu was worried about Zhou Liang's condition.

As Xiao Wu waited anxiously, Zhou Liang opened his eyes and stood up at once.

"Xiao Liang, are you all right?" Xiao Wu immediately asked with concern as she looked at Zhou Liang, who had risen to his feet.

"I'm fine. I feel better than ever right now." Zhou Liang shook his head.

"How is your Soul Power? How many levels did it increase?" Teacher Wang Hu, standing nearby, asked.

"Level 23! My Soul Power increased by a full three levels." Zhou Liang held up three fingers.

"Three levels? It increased that much?" Teacher Wang Hu said in surprise.

"Teacher, after all, its age exceeded the limit by more than a hundred years. A three-level increase is normal!" Zhou Liang glanced at the corpse beneath his feet, then turned to Teacher Wang Hu.

"That's true. Then what about your soul skill?" Teacher Wang Hu nodded.

"My second soul skill is Spearman. It can summon eight Spearmen!"

After Zhou Liang spoke, he summoned his Martial Soul. The Martial Soul Soldier appeared behind Zhou Liang, while two yellow Soul Rings emerged around him from top to bottom.

Then, the second yellow Hundred-Year Spirit Ring began to glow. It dropped to the ground and instantly expanded. Amid a flash of light, eight Soldiers appeared within the Soul Ring.

These eight Spearmen wore full suits of light armor. Their armor was pale azure, and each helmet had a spearhead atop it.

They held golden spears in their hands. The shafts resembled straight, slender snakes, while the snake heads bit down on sharp blades, forming spearheads.

"Teacher, the Spearmen have completely inherited the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python's traits. They come and go like the wind, their bodies are as tough as iron, and the spears in their hands can pierce armor. Ordinary Soul Power defenses simply cannot stop the Golden Serpent Spears!"

Zhou Liang slowly explained as he sensed the eight Spearmen.

Teacher Wang Hu nodded in satisfaction. Looking at the eight tall, sturdy Spearmen, he asked curiously.

"Zhou Liang, can you control them freely?"

"Yes, Teacher!" Zhou Liang nodded.

He then controlled the eight Spearmen and had them dispose of the Golden-Ring Azure Wind Python's corpse.

Seeing this, Teacher Wang Hu's eyes lit up, and he said,

"Zhou Liang, your Martial Soul is very special. If you learn military formations and coordinate with them, your combat strength will be invincible among those of the same rank!"

"Zhou Liang, once we return to the academy, you will study military formations with me. Only then can you maximize your combat ability!" Teacher Wang Hu said to Zhou Liang.

"Okay, Teacher!" Zhou Liang nodded.

Teacher Wang Hu glanced at the two of them, then said, "Since the hunt is complete, let's head back. Once we return, I'll first teach you some small-team coordination. When we have enough space back there, I'll teach you military formation drills!"

After saying that, Wang Hu led the two of them back the way they had come.

They soon left the forest and arrived at the gathering area outside.

"My lord, this is your carriage. We are returning it to you safe and sound!" As soon as Teacher Wang Hu appeared, someone immediately walked over, pointed at a carriage behind him, and spoke.

Teacher Wang Hu gave a grunt of acknowledgment. He nodded and took the two of them over to inspect the carriage. After confirming that there was no problem, he paid the remaining fee and boarded the carriage, heading into the distance.

"Dean Liu, how much longer before your disciple returns? To be honest, I'm getting impatient. Yan Yan's body has returned to its original state!"

Dugu Bo held his teacup and took a sip before speaking slowly.

Liu Erlong, seated across from him, narrowed her eyes as she looked at Dugu Bo. "Senior Dugu, I still haven't contacted my disciple. After all, they chose the route themselves. I only told them to return after a year, and there are still two months left until then!"

Hearing Liu Erlong's words, Dugu Bo snorted angrily. Looking at Liu Erlong, he said, "Am I that frightening? They actually ran away overnight. You are a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Do you think I would bully the young and harm your disciple?"

Looking at Dugu Bo across from her, Liu Erlong felt speechless. Old bastard, have you forgotten your own reputation? Who knows what you might do for your granddaughter? If the clan hadn't intervened, you probably would have torn my academy apart. And you still have the nerve to say that!