Sister to the Rescue!

With a flick of Ye Xishui's finger, the ghost claw in Lin Xuan's palm instantly dissipated into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan was overwhelmed with shock. His charging figure abruptly halted, and he grabbed Wang Qiu'er's hand before sliding backward dozens of meters, keeping as much distance from Ye Xishui as possible.

"An interesting little fellow," Ye Xishui murmured. Then she stepped forward, one step at a time, as rings of Soul Rings began rising beneath her feet.

The moment Lin Xuan saw the Soul Rings on her body, her identity was practically obvious.

Her first Soul Ring was pitch-black, marking it as a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Then, one Soul Ring after another rose.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red. All nine Soul Rings appeared—six Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings and three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. In the original work, only two people had such a Soul Ring configuration: the patchwork monster Tang Wutong, and Ye Xishui.

Staring at the nine Soul Rings beneath Ye Xishui's feet, then glancing at Long Xiaoyao still standing on the tree branch, Lin Xuan's expression gradually darkened.

"May I ask what guidance Senior has for this junior?" Lin Xuan smiled warmly, but behind his back, he had already taken the two life-saving ice swords Ice Empress and Snow Empress had left him from his storage ring and gripped them in his hands.

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao were both Limit Douluo, while he only had two ice swords left.

If they were prepared, killing them in one strike would be extremely difficult, but severely injuring them was absolutely possible.

As for Wang Qiu'er beside him, he did not need to worry about her safety.

After all, Di Tian had certainly left some life-saving measure on Wang Qiu'er. If Ye Xishui truly dared harm her, Di Tian's Dragon God Claw would likely come knocking.

"Release your Martial Soul and let me have a look." Ye Xishui did not seem displeased by Lin Xuan's sudden attack. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared unblinkingly at him with great interest.

"My Martial Soul?" After hesitating slightly, Lin Xuan still released it. It would be fine if she did not attack, but if she did, things might become troublesome.

The next instant, five Soul Rings—purple, purple, black, black, black—rose beneath Lin Xuan's feet. At the same time, a powerful spiritual force spread from his forehead.

"Hmm? A Body Martial Soul?" Ye Xishui carefully examined Lin Xuan, then frowned slightly. "Not this one. Do you have a second Martial Soul?"

"This junior has only ever had one Martial Soul. I do not possess Twin Martial Souls," Lin Xuan answered.

"No." Ye Xishui slowly shook her head. "Don't you also have a flame Martial Soul? Release it and let me see."

"A flame Martial Soul?" Lin Xuan froze briefly, then quickly understood what Ye Xishui meant.

"Burn!"

Lin Xuan nodded and raised his right hand. A mass of pitch-black flame abruptly rose from his palm, followed by a terrifying devouring force that continuously swept outward from it.

"This level of devouring power..." Feeling the devouring force emanating from the Nihility Devouring Flame, Ye Xishui could not help but sigh in amazement.

Then, under Ye Xishui's watchful gaze, the Nihility Devouring Flame continuously gathered and compressed. In the blink of an eye, it twisted into a huge, ferocious human face.

"What Martial Soul is this?" Ye Xishui asked.

"This is not a Martial Soul. It is a type of flame this junior obtained through a fortunate opportunity, called the Nihility Devouring Flame," Lin Xuan explained calmly.

"Such devouring power is something even I do not possess. If I could get my hands on this flame..." Ye Xishui stared unblinkingly at the Nihility Devouring Flame in Lin Xuan's palm, greed gradually surfacing in her eyes.

"You two little ones, come with me." Ye Xishui smiled seductively, slightly raised her right hand, and made a grasping motion toward Lin Xuan.

Ye Xishui's hand looked extremely strange—her palm and fingers were fair and delicate, like the hand of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl. Yet dark-red nails grew from it, each hooked like an eagle's talon and looking especially terrifying.

"Damn it, you want to take me away? Then let's see if you have the life for it!" Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed as he watched Ye Xishui's reaching hand. Just as he was about to throw the ice swords in his hands, a cold shout suddenly exploded through the sky.

"Emperor's Palm, Snowless Glacial Cold!"

In an instant, goose-feather snow began falling from the sky. The surrounding plants were all frozen into ice sculptures, while an ice-blue giant palm radiating cold air burst from the clouds and viciously slammed down toward Ye Xishui.

At the very moment that ice-blue giant palm came whistling down, a slender emerald-green figure instantly rushed to Lin Xuan and Wang Qiu'er's side, directly carrying them both beyond the giant palm's range of attack.

"What!?" Everything happened in a flash. By the time Ye Xishui reacted, the ice-blue giant palm was already less than a thousand meters away, about to smash into her face.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, an impassioned dragon roar erupted from Long Xiaoyao atop the tree branch as black mist surged around him.

In an instant, nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red, red, red—rose beneath his feet. A hundred-zhang-long phantom of a pitch-black Holy Dragon condensed in midair, the black dragon occupying half the heavens as an overwhelming dark dragon might swept forth.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Black Dragon Buries the Heavens!"

"Roar!"

The blood-red ninth Soul Ring on Long Xiaoyao's body suddenly shone brilliantly. He let out an impassioned dragon roar, and a massive black dragon that blotted out the sky abruptly rose beneath his feet.

The black dragon opened its jaws, swallowing all the surrounding light, air, and even Soul Power in one gulp. Carrying terrifying devouring power, it fiercely charged toward the giant palm roaring down from the heavens.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Deathly Silence—Heaven-Extinguishing Light!"

Only then did Ye Xishui come to her senses and immediately released her ninth Soul Skill without hesitation.

In an instant, a blood-colored demonic puppet a hundred zhang tall appeared behind Ye Xishui. Then the blood-colored puppet behind her shook violently, and a dark-red beam shot out from it, attacking the ice-blue giant palm together with Long Xiaoyao's attack.

"Boom!"

The two forces collided, erupting with a thunderous boom that shook the skies. Terrifying Soul Power shockwaves swept out, sending the surrounding trees and hundred-year and thousand-year Soul Beasts flying.

Cold air and dark energy continuously swept outward, causing the entire sky to dim by several shades.