"Who are you talking about?"
Yu Yuanzhen's voice was quiet, yet the hoofbeats on the mountain road seemed abruptly cut off.
The horses at the head of the second squad were reined in at once. Those behind could not stop in time and collided one after another. Someone instinctively looked past Yu Yuanzhen into Thunderclap Valley. Once he clearly saw the corpse carried out by the two Blue Lightning elders, his expression changed instantly.
The aura of nine rings had dissipated completely, and the shattered black blade had lost the last trace of its martial soul sheen. But even in death, the lingering soul power of someone at that level was unmistakable to any ordinary Spirit Master.
The decapitation squad had lost a Titled Douluo, while Yu Yuanzhen, the man they had come to kill, stood right in front of the corpse.
The leading Soul Douluo took one look and reached for his waist. He neither asked where the other two Titled Douluos had gone nor tried to confirm how the battle had unfolded. He instantly pulled out a slender signal tube. The moment he poured soul power into it, the signal flare inside lit up.
But the spearhead was faster than the flame.
The third spirit ring beneath Lu Yuan's feet lit up. Shadow Pursuit carried him through two successive changes of direction along the cliff wall. By the time the second squad caught sight of him, the Fate-Breaking Spear had already struck the man's wrist. His second spirit ring lit up immediately afterward, and Shock Edge erupted from the point of contact. The Soul Douluo's fingers went numb, and the signal tube flew from his hand toward the slope. The flame that had just burst out exploded against the rock face, dissipating before it could rise above the