Reaper Blood Sea

Strike while the enemy was down and take their life—the eternal truth.

"First Soul Skill, Reaper Scythe Shadow Kill."

Zhao Wuji, who had just pulled himself out of the ground, naturally sensed Chu Zhao's attack. With a simple motion of rising, he stepped half a pace back, seemingly dodging her attack.

"That little girl dresses so dark, and her heart's just as dark. It's just that her attack..." was a little too slow.

"Hiss!"

He had wanted to mock Chu Zhao, but before Zhao Wuji could finish speaking, he realized he had been slapped in the face.

The scythe Martial Soul in Chu Zhao's hand had indeed arrived before him a step too late, but that was not her real attack! The attack before his eyes had merely been a feint.

The true attack was two swift, invisible scythe shadows that carved two extremely deep wounds across Zhao Wuji's back. Even the pain came a little late.

"Well, damn. You actually broke through my defense and hurt me."

Zhao Wuji truly had not expected them to draw blood while he was under Martial Soul Possession.

"You hit way too hard, and that was a sneak attack. Teacher Zhao had already stopped attacking."

Seeing Zhao Wuji injured, Shi Yang, who had not made a move until now, immediately accused Chu Zhao, furious beyond measure.

But before Chu Zhao could say anything, Zhao Wuji spoke up for her first.

"You brat, I'm not even angry, yet you're angry before I am. This girl did very well—better than all of you. The match isn't over, so you shouldn't let your guard down. I'm your opponent now, so you should use every possible means to defeat me."

Zhao Wuji truly was not angry that Chu Zhao had injured him. He was only a little embarrassed. He had roamed the world of Soul Masters for many years, only to be cut by a little girl barely over ten.

Instead, he greatly admired Chu Zhao's actions. This was how an outstanding Battle Soul Master ought to be.

After Zhao Wuji rebuked him, Shi Yang felt deeply wronged, but he did not dare say anything to Zhao Wuji. He could only glare fiercely at Chu Zhao.

"Still, you few had better be careful. I'm getting serious now."

After warning these juniors, who were still in shock, Zhao Wuji clapped his two fan-sized palms together, making even the air tremble.

When Xiao Wu was thrown out by Tang San and struck Zhao Wuji like a meteor hammer, while still intending to launch several more attacks, Chu Zhao hurriedly reminded them.

"Retreat immediately after one strike. Just stall for time."

Tang San immediately used Blue Silver Grass to pull back Xiao Wu, along with Zhu Zhuqing, who had just used Netherworld Hundred Claws. It was a timely move, because Zhao Wuji's first Soul Ring lit up the very next second.

Though they had retreated in time, they were still caught in the First Soul Skill's shockwave. Both Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were injured, though fortunately not seriously.

That was because when Zhao Wuji used his First Soul Skill, Chu Zhao also activated her Second Soul Skill, blocking part of the Soul Skill's impact.

"Second Soul Skill, Reaper Blood Sea."

When Chu Zhao activated her second Soul Ring, the black scythe with crimson patterns in her hand turned blood-red, radiating a scarlet glow. Reflected in that red light, everything around them seemed to turn red. Even the air in this area became a Blood Sea.

Within the Blood Sea, the air was extremely viscous, as though everything had been pressed on pause.

Only the scythe in Chu Zhao's hand remained swift.

The scythe blending into the Blood Color was almost impossible to distinguish. Red was everywhere, and the scythe's aura was everywhere, as if scythes were everywhere.

Only when a stabbing pain came from his abdomen did Zhao Wuji realize that he had already been injured.

The first injury could be blamed on his underestimating the enemy and looking down on Chu Zhao and the others. But what about the second?

Zhao Wuji was speechless.

Yet inwardly, he was utterly shocked. There was actually such a fast and sharp Martial Soul in the world, one capable of injuring even him. This was absolutely no ordinary scythe Martial Soul.

As the attack landed, the Blood Color receded. The others saw the fresh wound on Zhao Wuji as well and collectively sucked in a breath, making an outstanding contribution to the fight against global warming.

Shi Yang, the Transmigrator who had been targeting Chu Zhao all along, subconsciously covered his mouth. Feeling as though he had brushed past death several times, he began wildly ranting in his heart.

What is going on?! How could someone this powerful never have been mentioned in the original work? This makes no sense at all.

Could she also be a Transmigrator, someone who was never supposed to exist, which was why the original work never mentioned her? But it could also be an effect caused by my transmigration. Didn't I run into several twelve- or thirteen-year-old Soul Elders a few days ago? I'd never heard of them either.

Right, right, there's another possibility—she died early.

That must be it. Only a genius who died young and never got the chance to grow would be completely absent from the plot...

No one knew of Shi Yang's mental storm, because everyone else was thinking about how to endure the remaining half-stick of incense.

Only half the time had passed, but they had nearly exhausted every trick they had.

Though Zhao Wuji had three wounds, and the wound on his abdomen was particularly deep, his expression remained completely calm, as though nothing was wrong.

"Stall."

Chu Zhao swept her gaze over his wounds and immediately knew Zhao Wuji's condition was not as good as it appeared. She spoke that single word to everyone.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing immediately trusted Chu Zhao's words. Ning Rongrong was somewhat doubtful, but she could only provide support and could not attack, so she had no choice but to listen to Chu Zhao.

Only Shi Yang truly did not trust Chu Zhao. He had also always excluded her, so upon hearing this, he silently rolled his eyes.

Then he immediately launched his first attack of the day.

The result was naturally that Zhao Wuji knocked him back, leaving him the most seriously injured of them all.

"Third Brother, Teacher Zhao is too strong. We're no match for him at all. Hurry and use your Hidden Weapons, or we're going to lose."

He spoke with great enthusiasm, looking extremely anxious.

He did not notice in the slightest that when Tang San heard those words, his gaze toward him turned colder than ever before. Killing intent had already arisen within him.

"How did you know I have Hidden Weapons? We didn't know each other before, and I've never used Hidden Weapons in front of you."

Upon hearing that, Shi Yang's heart immediately skipped a beat. He had actually let it slip.

Because he knew the plot and was so anxious, he had forgotten that Tang San's Hidden Weapons had never been revealed before him. He should not have known about them.

"Third Brother, you don't know me, but I know you. I saw you fight from afar before, and I've admired you ever since. That's why I said that."

His mind racing, Shi Yang quickly came up with a flawless explanation. He was even a little impressed with himself.

"Is that so?"

The coldness on Tang San's face faded, though his tone remained unreadable. Only Chu Zhao, who had dealt with him before and was highly sensitive to other people's emotions, could hear it.

Shi Yang thought his explanation had fooled Tang San, and he secretly felt pleased with himself.