Ma Xiaotao Is Captured, Dai Hao's "Helplessness"

Meanwhile,

Although Xian Lin'er had already rushed out of the explosion's epicenter, the blast wave sweeping from behind was still hitting her back.

With a few crisp cracking sounds, the surface of the level eight protective light shield, covered with spiderweb-like cracks, shattered after only half a breath.

Xian Lin'er groaned, forcefully twisting her waist in mid-air and pulling Ma Xiaotao into her arms.

Emerald green Azure Flame Dragon scales instantly covered their backs and shoulders. The Level 95 Hyper Douluo's Soul Power was used to defend and protect the two of them, and they withstood the attack with their bare bodies.

A sweet taste rose in her throat, and a mouthful of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The two were thrown by the blast wave onto a barren slope a hundred feet away, carving a shallow trench more than ten meters long before finally coming to a stop. Xian Lin'er knelt on one knee, wiped the blood from her lips, and looked back.

The abandoned post station that once stood there, along with the surrounding woods within a radius of several hundred meters, has vanished from view, leaving only a huge scorched crater billowing black smoke.

Xian Lin'er's clothes were completely torn to shreds on her back, and the Azure Flame Dragon scales were covered with blackened marks from the explosion.

She stared at the hillside where the smoke had cleared, clenching her teeth and saying bitterly:

"Three Level 8 Fixed-Installation Soul Cannon Shell..."

Before the smoke had cleared, two dark figures had already darted out from both sides.

Zhang Peng and Feng Ling, positioned on the left and right respectively, instantly pressed down on the barren slope in a pincer movement.

Zhang Peng grabbed at the air with his Palm, and after his Martial Soul Possession, he commanded countless Beast Soul to rush towards Xian Lin'er.

Zhang Peng's cultivation level was not weak, reaching Level 95, making him a prominent figure in the Douluo Continent.

Xian Lin'er forced down a mouthful of blood, and her Azure Flame Dragon Martial Soul shone brightly, with dazzling azure Lie Yan blazing around her.

When she saw who it was, her expression changed. "Zhang Peng?!"

She took a half step back and shouted sharply:

"Mu En spared your life back then, and today you dare to bring Evil Soul Master to attack Shrek!"

A complex, strange expression flashed across Zhang Peng's face, and a hint of awe for the Shrek representative flickered in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"If Mu En were to appear in person, I would not show myself or make a move."

"But you are not Mu En."

The moment he finished speaking, Zhang Peng's Soul Power suddenly erupted, determined to entangle Xian Lin'er.

On the other side, Feng Ling, dressed in a black robe and with a veil covering her face to prevent mental detection, transformed into a blood-red shadow and rushed straight towards Ma Xiaotao.

Ma Xiaotao had just recovered from the aftershocks of the explosion when she forcibly activated the Evil Fire Phoenix. Flames rolled across her body, but the malevolent energy within the flames was clearly visible.

When Huo Yuhao went out for exchanges, neither Xu Sanshi nor Ling Luochen had the ability to neutralize or suppress her pent-up anger. Therefore, she could only rely on the Ultimate Ice that Huo Yuhao had left behind in advance to relieve the pain from the outside, and by now it was already stretched thin.

Just as she looked up and saw Feng Ling rushing towards her, a strange tremor ran through her blood.

It was a different kind of evil force echoing each other from afar, and the inexplicably familiar feeling made her hesitate for a second.

Feng Ling could also sense it within her body; only by personally meeting Ma Xiaotao would she know just how suitable this "Holy Maiden" she had never met was.

Feng Ling couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Truly a born Holy Maiden! The blood of my Holy Spirit Cult flows in her veins; why don't you come to my cult at once!"

You're dreaming!

Ma Xiaotao forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, her eyes flashing with ferocity, and she shouted sharply, "You bastard of the Holy Spirit Cult, today I'll punish you—"

Before she could even utter the harsh words, a fierce glint flashed in Feng Ling's eyes, and her slender Palm struck Ma Xiaotao on the back of the neck.

With a soft click, Ma Xiaotao's eyes rolled back, her Sea of Consciousness trembled violently, and the Martial Soul she had just condensed instantly disintegrated. She fell limply forward and was caught in Feng Ling's arms.

"We got it!"

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

As soon as she said this, Feng Ling had already carried the unconscious Ma Xiaotao and fled into the distance.

On the other side of the battle, Zhang Peng saw this and swung his arm forward, forcefully pushing back Xian Lin'er, who was counterattacking, several feet. He used the force to leap into the air and shot away into the distance.

"Leave the person here!"

When Xian Lin'er saw Ma Xiaotao being forcibly abducted, her eyes instantly turned bloodshot, Azure Flame Dragon Wings on her back vibrated wildly.

Thinking of this, she felt a pang of regret; she should have brought more people with her.

But just as she lifted her foot, a sudden red light appeared on the distant mountain peak.

"Whoosh--whoosh--whoosh--"

Three more Fixed-Installation Soul Cannon Shell roared in!

Not only that, but from the dense forests on both sides immediately behind, the second round of three Level 7 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell were fired. With two rounds of simultaneous firing, the six shells intertwined in mid-air to form a fire net, completely blocking Xian Lin'er's path in front of her.

Damn it!

Xian Lin'er's face turned deathly pale. Faced with the continuous bombardment of six Level 7 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell, if she were to pursue relentlessly, she might be able to unleash a powerful attack at the cost of serious injury, but what would happen afterward?

Being captured by the Living Spirit Cult might actually be considered a good outcome.

She could only turn back in mid-air and flee backward.

"Boom--!"

The area behind them was engulfed in flames once more. Xian Lin'er was blasted away several breaths, staggering back several steps when she landed, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth again.

When the smoke and dust behind her dissipated, all she could see was an empty field.

Zhang Peng, Feng Ling, and the few Soul Engineer secretly fired the Fixed-Installation Soul Cannon Shell had already made a clean escape using Soul Guidance Flying Vehicles, leaving only a scorched crater and a wisp of smoke.

At the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well,

The conflict had long since come to a halt with Xu Jiawei's death.

The surface of the Extreme Cold Ice Spring had long since returned to tranquility, not even a ripple remained. White, frigid mist drifted slowly along the surface, concealing everything beneath the water.

This place still seems to be that paradise, a blessed land.

Dai Hao stood on the frost-covered bank, his gaze fixed on the spot where Xu Jiawei had sunk.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples and into his collar.

"So, you're going to accept it or not?"

These words seemed to possess a magical power, echoing in his mind.

Just now, when Yan Shaozhe move, he wanted to break free from Xuan Zi's oppressive aura to save the emperor, but when the blue-haired child shouted "the long-cherished wish of the Dai Family ancestors", the force in his hand was ultimately a beat too slow.

How much of that hesitation was due to Xuan Zi's suppression, and how much was due to the unleashing of his inner ambition by those words, only he himself knew.

The White Tiger lineage, having lost the Star Luo Empire throne for four thousand years, now actually has a real chance to reclaim it in his hands.

Dai Hao closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart and the chill he felt all over his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he turned around to look at Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe behind him. His rugged face was full of struggle and difficulty, and he gave a bitter smile.

"I'll take it."

"You... you've really caused me so much suffering."