Spiritual Power Clone

Her words were well reasoned, and Vena paused, visibly surprised.

The old man beside her narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening.

"Such a glib tongue at your age!"

As he spoke, a heavy pressure surged toward them and bore down on them both.

Wang Dong shuddered. Her face went pale, her legs weakened, and she nearly dropped to her knees.

Huo Yuhao took an even harder blow. His insides churned, but he gritted his teeth and held his ground.

The old man nodded slightly, secretly delighted. A promising talent indeed. And besides the boy with the Body Martial Soul, the other one isn't bad either.

Both of them frowned and struggled to endure.

An idea struck Huo Yuhao, and he suddenly took Wang Dong's hand.

The next moment, an emerald-green figure appeared.

A terrifying chill burst outward. Extreme cold swept around them, its biting force pushing back most of the pressure and freezing the surrounding air.

"A domain?!"

The old man's expression changed, and he cried out in shock.

"That's Ultimate Ice! Twin Martial Souls?!"

Huo Yuhao shouted, "Wang Dong! Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

Brilliant golden light erupted from them both, piercing the night as two dazzling beams merged.

"Fading Amid Splendor—Golden Road!"

The blinding light drove against the old man's crushing pressure, and a golden torrent exploded before him.

"Pfft!"

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong grunted at the same time. Blood trickled from their lips as they staggered back several steps.

Their hearts sank.

The old man was probably far stronger than they had imagined.

Vena's pupils contracted sharply, her face full of shock.

Surprise flashed in Long Aotian's eyes as he stared at Huo Yuhao.

The old man withdrew his pressure, his expression turning utterly grave. Waves of astonishment surged through his heart.

Ultimate Ice! Twin Martial Souls!

Only one thought remained in his mind: the Body Sect had to have this boy.

The Ironblood Sect's central courtyard lay in ruins.

Tie Li stared wide-eyed at the hole through his chest, disbelief and resentment filling his eyes.

He never imagined that Song Que, who had just driven him back and turned to help Tang Ya, would suddenly kill him.

He couldn't understand it.

All he remembered was Song Que holding his blade by his left hip, about to strike another Ironblood Sect elder.

Then white light flashed. The blade lengthened in an instant and stabbed straight toward him.

Only when he saw it protruding from his chest did he realize what had happened.

With a dull thud, Tie Li collapsed.

His eyes remained wide open. He was dead.

Song Que swung his Zanpakutō, returning it to Tsuchinamazuki's form.

"Tie Li's dead. Bei Bei, Tang Ya, clear the rest."

Tang Ya looked at Tie Li's corpse in the distance, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She nodded firmly. Blue Silver Grass and hidden weapons flew in every direction.

Soon, no one in the courtyard remained alive except the three of them.

Just then, a brilliant golden light flared outside.

Song Que frowned and flashed into the air to look beyond the courtyard.

"Who are they?"

Startled, Bei Bei and Tang Ya looked up at him.

"What happened?"

Song Que said grimly, "Yuhao and Wang Dong are under attack. I'm going out first."

His figure vanished on the spot.

Outside the Ironblood Sect.

The old man gazed at the weakened Huo Yuhao as though he had found a priceless treasure, his eyes shining.

He grinned and slowly approached them.

Song Que suddenly appeared in front of the two, blocking the old man's path. "Who are you? What do you want?"

The old man frowned at his arrival. "I am Jinpeng, vice sect master of the Body Sect. This boy has awakened a Body Martial Soul. I'm taking him back to the sect."

Song Que frowned.

He knew the Body Sect was no weaker than Shrek Academy and had powerful experts in abundance.

More importantly, its members were all unreasonable brutes.

Song Que glanced at the injured Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong. "Senior Jinpeng, is this how you recruit disciples?"

Vena hastily explained, "I'm afraid you misunderstand."

"I am Vena, princess of the Heaven Dou Empire. We happened to pass by today and discovered that you dared to slaughter the Ironblood Sect openly in Heaven Dou City, so we stopped to ask about it."

"I..."

"That's enough, Vena. No need to say more. I'm taking the boy with the Body Martial Soul. They're just children, not worth wasting words on." Jinpeng waved a hand, his patience fading.

At first, he had thought he'd found a fairly promising Body Martial Soul talent. He hadn't expected the boy to possess Twin Martial Souls, one of them an ultimate martial soul.

He could hardly wait to bring Huo Yuhao back for the sect master, Du Busi, to see.

Any thought of helping Vena persuade the boy had vanished.

Vena sighed helplessly. She could only wait for Jinpeng to make his arrangements.

Song Que's expression darkened. He snorted. "Is the Body Sect a band of thieves? Do you recruit disciples by force?"

Jinpeng's eyes turned cold. "Insolent brat! You have no idea who you're dealing with!"

Jinpeng struck. A powerful pressure erupted in an instant.

This time, though Jinpeng did not use his full strength, he held little back. Song Que's face went pale beneath the pressure, and he spat a mouthful of blood.

His gaze sharpened as he turned his mind to the Hōgyoku.

Aizen had stored three spiritual power clones inside it. Although the Hōgyoku could not be used for now, Song Que could still activate the imprints.

Good. I've wanted to try what Aizen left behind. Maybe I can contact him and find out what's happening with the Hōgyoku.

Song Que knew the Body Sect's master, Du Busi, was a level ninety-eight Super Douluo.

The vice sect master could hardly be much weaker.

How strong are the spiritual power clones Aizen left behind? For that matter, how strong is Aizen on the Douluo Continent?

The next second, the Zanpakutō in Song Que's hand shone brightly.

A figure slowly materialized.

A tall man with a gentle face appeared before Song Que.

Jinpeng's pupils contracted at the sudden appearance, and he froze.

The man looked refined and harmless, yet Jinpeng sensed a faint, deeply unsettling pressure from him.

Sōsuke Aizen glanced back at Song Que and smiled. Sensing the emotions in Song Que's heart, he nodded.

He walked slowly toward Jinpeng and spoke softly:

"The crest faintly revealing its murky depths, the arrogant talent that defies restraint; surge, denial, paralysis, flash, and the hindrance of sleep. Creeping princess of iron, clay doll that destroys itself without end. Unite, rebound, fill the earth, and know your own powerlessness!"

"Hadō #90: Black Coffin!"