Asura Armor, Merge!

"Asura Armor, combine!"

Ning Wen a slight movement in his mind.

Boom--!

A bolt of purple lightning, seemingly spanning the heavens and the earth, suddenly exploded from the void!

A deafening crackle of electricity tore through the silence of the forest, and a violent surge of lightning swept in all directions!

Brilliant lightning rapidly gathered, condensed, and stacked, and in an instant, a set of dark purple and silver Shura armor, with cold patterns and Asura Armor armor, took shape and covered his body!

Three Soul Ring, one yellow and two purple, appeared in succession.

Caught off guard, Xiao Wu was so frightened that she fell to the ground with a thud.

She looked up, her eyes wide, at the Asura Armor before her, its body Entanglement in arcs of lightning.

Although he already knew that Ning Wen's Martial Soul was a suit of armor.

But when she actually saw the true form of this Martial Soul, she was still incredibly surprised.

In particular, the armor's inherent overwhelming aura trembled her mind, leaving her unable to recover for Jiujiu.

Just as Xiao Wu was in a daze, Ning Wen moved.

With a flash of cold light, the fierce and domineering Asura Purgatory Blade appeared out of thin air in his palm, its blade gleaming coldly and exuding overwhelming killing intent.

Holding the Asura Purgatory Blade, Ning Wen strode towards the wolf pack.

His pace quickened, lightning crackled around him, and his chilling sword aura rose in layers.

The one-eyed demons let out fierce howls and pounced in packs.

Sharp wolf claws tore through the air, a foul stench swept over them, and wolves, their bodies imbued with ferocious Soul Power, pounced on Ning Wen.

[How dare you, a mere ant, be so insolent before This Seat!]

Ning Wen's eyes were indifferent as he raised the Asura Purgatory Blade high in his hand, purple lightning flowing wildly along the blade, accompanied by incessant crackling thunder.

"Cut!"

With a low shout, a flash of light appeared!

A purple lightning blade, several meters long, tore through the air and slashed horizontally!

Boom!!

A violent blade of light swept across, and the first few One-Eyed Demon Wolf that rushed forward were torn apart by the thunderous blade energy before they could even let out a scream.

His body exploded, and pieces of flesh and blood scattered everywhere.

The surviving Demon Wolf did not retreat; instead, stimulated by the smell of blood, they became even more ferocious.

Sharp wolf claws slammed into the chest of the Asura Armor!

"Clang--!!"

Sparks flew everywhere!

The Asura Armor remained completely still.

Ning Wen stood still, his eyes indifferent, and raised his hand to slash out with his sword again!

The whole process took less than thirty seconds, and the ground was covered with the corpses of the Demon Wolf, the strong stench of blood permeating the entire forest.

In the shadows, Chen Xin and Gu Rong, hidden in the shade of the towering ancient tree, watched the scene with solemn expressions.

The power that Ning Wen displayed has far exceeded the scope of Soul Elder.

The power of this casual slash alone is probably comparable to the full-force attack of Soul King.

The Asura Armor's defensive capabilities were astonishing; it didn't even leave a trace under the siege of so many thousand-year-old Soul Beast.

The Asura Purgatory Blade gradually dissipated, and the purple lightning arcs Entanglement around Ning Wen slowly receded.

[A bunch of insignificant fry, wasting a lot of This Seat time.]

[If I were at my This Seat, I could annihilate them all with a mere thought; there would be no need for me to wield my sword.]

Ning Wen turned to look at Xiao Wu, who was still sitting on the ground.

Are you alright?

Xiao Wu quickly scrambled to her feet, brushed the dirt off her skirt, and stared at Ning Wen's Asura Armor with bright, amazed eyes. "Ning Wen, your Martial Soul is incredible!"

"It's alright," Ning Wen said modestly.

[Hmph, making a fuss over nothing.]

[This Seat have only used the tip of the iceberg of this Asura Armor; its true power has yet to be revealed!]

At the same time, a light and agile purple figure was moving through the forest. Sensing the movement ahead, she stopped and looked over with curious eyes.

"Hey, there's a fight over there, I'll go check it out."

The girl looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with short, dark purple hair. She had a spirited air about her and possessed an alluring charm.

The purple-haired girl moved nimbly among the towering ancient trees.

From afar, she could see wolf carcasses scattered on the ground, and the heavy stench of blood filled the air, causing her to frown slightly.

"Thousand Year Soul Ring? How is that possible?"

Upon seeing Ning Wen, the girl's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

How could Soul Master's Second Soul Ring be a thousand years old?

Ning Wen looked up and his gaze fell directly on the purple-haired girl in the tree.

Who is it?

Ning Wen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a certain kingly majesty under the armor.

The girl in the tree was spotted, but she didn't flinch. She leaped down and landed lightly, the fallen leaves fluttering gently beneath her feet.

My name is Dugu Yan.

She crossed her arms and openly examined Ning Wen's uniquely designed armor.

"It really is her, Dugu Yan."

Ning Wen wasn't too surprised, just a little taken aback.

He had recognized the girl's identity long ago.

After all, purple hair and green eyes are rare even in the Douluo Continent; in fact, they are practically unique.

The purplish-black light faded, the armor was removed, and Ning Wen appeared before Dugu Yan.

"Oh, he's just a little kid!"

Looking at Ning Wen, who was clearly much younger than herself, Dugu Yan was even more surprised.

She had always thought of herself as a genius, but now she realized that there are always people more capable than herself.

Deeper into the woods, an old, cold gaze silently watched this scene.

Under the shade of an ancient tree, an old man in a green robe stood quietly.

His face was gaunt, his skin pale and bloodless, his long hair was a vibrant green like poisonous weeds, and a faint, almost imperceptible, poisonous mist swirled around him.

It was none other than Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

"Second Soul Ring a thousand years old... At such a young age, with the cultivation of Soul Elder, yet his combat power is comparable to that of Soul King..."

His cloudy eyes were fixed on Ning Wen, filled with suspicion and uncertainty. He muttered to himself, "Surname Ning... Could he be from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? But this Martial Soul doesn't match at all!"

"I'm not called a little brat, I have a name, Ning Wen." Ning Wen's face darkened.

He felt he was being severely underestimated.

Let's leave aside Ning Fengzhi, Douluo Sword and Bone, and Tang Yuehua.

Now he's being called a little brat by a girl who's eight or nine years younger than him in his previous life!

How could Ning Wen possibly tolerate this?

This has become a matter of male dignity!

Unexpectedly, someone was even more furious than Ning Wen.

That's right, that's Voice Pack.

[You wretched woman! Spacetime God King This Seat, how dare you humiliate This Seat like this!]

"..."

Dugu Yan was stunned.

Where did that sound come from?

She subconsciously looked at Ning Wen's mouth.

It didn't move.

His lips were tightly closed, and he didn't say a word.

But the voice continued, clear and distinct, each word echoing in her mind.

[Isn't this the granddaughter of that sucker Dugu Bo?]

"..."

Dugu Yan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

A sense of unease and horror welled up inside me.

What's going on?

Where did that sound come from?