Spirit Hall's Roadside Interceptions

The charm she took such pride in had failed to slow the Handcart for even a second.

"Full Moon!"

Xie Yue moved too.

Twin Moon Blades appeared in his palms. They crossed and spun outward, becoming a silver arc that stretched a hundred feet and slashed straight at Big Luck's front end!

This was the Self-Created Soul Skill he had spent ten years perfecting.

It could cut down Soul Emperors!

It could break through Soul Sages!

It had never failed.

Clang!!!

A tremendous crash rang out.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The Moon Blades, powerful enough to cleave through rock, were knocked away.

The force of the impact even sent Xie Yue flying.

He tumbled several times before landing on a rooftop. His expression changed drastically as he looked down at his numb arms and the splits in the skin between his thumbs and forefingers.

He froze.

Ten years of training, and his strike had done nothing?

"Flame Lord Avatar!"

White-hot flames engulfed Yan. He swelled to thirty feet tall, wrapped both fists in lava, and roared as he slammed them into the front of the truck.

Bang!!!

Big Luck did not even shake.

Yan, on the other hand, flew more than a dozen meters backward and crashed hard to the ground. He rolled twice before pushing himself up, coughing a mouthful of thick blood as he struggled to his feet.

"What... is that thing?!"

More than thirty armored soldiers raised their weapons and unleashed every kind of Soul Skill at Big Luck.

Wind blades, fireballs, vines, boulders...

They poured down on the Handcart like a torrential rain.

Then every last attack vanished.

Not even a white scratch remained on Big Luck's steel panels.

Big Luck kept accelerating.

The three turbochargers on its roof spat tongues of searing blue flame.

The nitrogen nozzles beside its exhaust pipes trailed flames several meters long.

The whole vehicle was like an enraged steel Ferocious Beast, roaring as it charged toward the city gates!

"Get back! All of you, move to the sides!"

Hu Liena screamed at the sight.

The armored soldiers hurried to retreat to either side.

But seven or eight of them were still sent flying a long, long way by Big Luck...

The archers on the walls unleashed their Soul Skills too.

They could not affect Big Luck in the slightest.

Boom!!!!!

Heaven Dou City's gates were three feet thick, cast from Darksteel and Granite.

In that instant, they burst apart like rotten planks.

Stone, iron, and wood fragments flew everywhere, while dust engulfed half the street.

One gate was smashed to powder.

The other flew off and crashed through a stone pavilion outside the walls.

Big Luck burst out of the dust.

It had not slowed down at all.

Lu Yuan sat in the cab with one hand on the steering wheel. With the other, he picked up a bag of dried pork from the passenger seat, tore it open, and began crunching away.

He glanced in the rearview mirror.

A crowd of dust-covered Spirit Hall elites came chasing after him.

Lu Yuan could not be bothered with them.

"That's it?"

"And here I thought you were tough!"

Up on the city wall,

another figure appeared.

It was Tang San!

His hands were still trembling.

Tang San watched the dark-red shape tear through the dust and disappear into the distance.

His throat felt stuffed with wet cotton. His face flushed, he could barely breathe, much less speak.

How long had he trained?

He had awakened his Martial Soul at six, then gone to Holy Soul Village.

After that came Nuoding Academy, and finally Shrek.

He had thought he was already incredibly strong!

Yet he had just watched a Handcart smash straight through the city gates and vanish into the distance.

But Lu Yuan's troubles were only beginning.

Thirty li outside Heaven Dou City,

a checkpoint blocked the main road.

Twelve Spirit Hall Soul Ancestors stood there, along with a Soul King.

They had been ordered to seal off the road and thoroughly inspect every vehicle leaving the city.

The Soul King in charge was surnamed Zhao and known as "Iron Gate."

His Martial Soul, the Ironclad Rhinoceros, had formidable defenses. He had once withstood a Soul Emperor's full-strength attack on his own.

When he received the message, he scoffed to himself.

"A Handcart? It made Lady Hu Liena give chase personally? Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!"

Two minutes later, he knew he had been wrong.

That was when he heard Big Luck.

It was not the sound of hooves or a charging Spirit Beast.

It was a deep, violent roar with a metallic edge.

"What is that?!"

He looked up toward the distant horizon.

A dark shape wreathed in blue flames was hurtling toward his checkpoint faster than anything he had ever seen!

"Iron Gate, open!"

Soul King Zhao's expression changed. He activated Martial Soul Possession and roared.

He transformed into a massive rhinoceros covered in iron armor and planted himself in the middle of the road.

Three layers of earthy-yellow Soul Power shields formed in front of him.

The twelve Soul Ancestors unleashed their Soul Skills together.

Big Luck bore down on them.

Lu Yuan did not slow down. He seemed to press the accelerator even harder.

Boom!!

A heavy crash rang out.

The dust cleared.

The checkpoint was gone.

Iron Gate Zhao had been knocked away like a ball and was hanging from an old locust tree thirty meters away.

He was wedged between its branches, completely unconscious.

The twelve Soul Ancestors lay scattered along both sides of the road, seventy or eighty meters from the checkpoint.

Most had passed out. Only one or two were still rolling about and groaning.

Big Luck had long since vanished beyond the dust.

Fifty li farther on lay a canyon.

Spirit Hall had set up a second blockade there.

This time, it was a twelve-person hunting squad.

A six-ring Soul Emperor led them personally.

Their combined Soul Skill was called Soul-Sealing Chains.

Twelve black chains formed from Soul Power could seal a person's Soul Power and sever their meridians.

According to legend, they had once held a Soul Sage captive for three whole days and nights.

"As long as he stops for even a moment!"

A vicious glint flashed in the Soul Emperor's eyes, and a cold smile tugged at his lips.

Before he could finish speaking,

Big Luck arrived.

"Use Soul-Sealing Chains!"

Soul Emperor Zhang Juewen roared at the sight.

Twelve Soul-Sealing Chains appeared in an instant.

As Big Luck sped toward them, the chains whipped out and wrapped around it.

The next second, all twelve Soul-Sealing Chains snapped at once...

Like twelve dry stalks swept by a red-hot blade, they were severed clean through.

The last thing reflected in the Soul Emperor's eyes

was a pair of white headlights growing brighter and brighter.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

Twelve figures flew into the air.

They traced twelve uneven arcs overhead.

At last, they all landed in the woods on either side of the canyon, snapping who knew how many branches...

Big Luck drove on.

On a rise in the distance,

someone stood.

An old man.

A Spirit Hall elder. A level-eighty-one Soul Douluo.