A Young Prodigy and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Affinity

The five Elders fell silent at once.

"Good!"

Bibi Dong carried Fang Fan toward the rear gate of the Zhu Family estate with her Soul Power, and he shot through it.

Zhu Gang had activated Martial Soul Possession. Sharp claws sprouted from his hands as he lunged for Zhu Zhuqing's long, pale legs.

Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes, bracing for the pain of losing a leg. Her heart leaped into her throat.

Dawn was breaking, but the air already held the stifling heat of summer.

Zhu Dashuai's gaze sharpened. He prepared to intervene.

At that critical instant, he saw a handsome young man with sharp brows and bright eyes. Like a king of the forest, the youth moved so fast Zhu Dashuai caught only an afterimage before he appeared in front of Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Dashuai stopped raising his hand. He held back.

Zhu Gang's vicious expression froze—

The young man had flashed in front of Zhu Zhuqing like lightning.

Crimson light surged in his hand. A blood-red sword radiating an aura that made Zhu Gang tremble met the claw reaching for Zhu Zhuqing's pale thigh.

Zhu Gang sneered. "You're asking for death!"

Soul Power wrapped around his claw, making it exceptionally sharp as it hurtled toward the Blood Sword.

He could already picture his claw sending the young man's sword flying,

then slicing the young man in two amid a spray of blood.

The youth was far too young. His Soul Power Level could only be somewhere between Soul Grandmaster and Soul Elder. He would never withstand a single exchange.

But the young man's sword flashed like lightning and severed Zhu Gang's Spirit Cat Claw in an instant.

Zhu Gang's pupils contracted. Horror seized him—

The young man's sword was not only fast, but extraordinarily sharp.

Before its edge, his claw might as well have been tofu. Beside its speed, his reactions were those of a snail.

The Blood Sword swept up diagonally from below, threatening to cleave him in two.

Who was this striking young man? He attacked so ruthlessly, yet was arrogant enough not to use his Soul Rings.

Whoosh...

Zhu Gang instantly activated his Soul Skill, Netherworld Flash, trying to evade the strike.

But the young man's sword was faster still.

Zhu Gang could only pour all his Soul Power into his hands and raise them to block the rising slash.

Slash...

The blow sent Zhu Gang flying. His hands suddenly felt cold, then bone-deep pain struck.

A muffled sound came from his chest, followed by another wave of agony.

He saw his severed hands fly away from his body, spraying blood across his face.

Blood got into his eyes, turning the world red and blurry.

Bang... His back struck a wall. The impact left his head spinning,

and pain tore through his back.

He was utterly stunned.

"How dare you! You're dead!"

Zhu Xiaolie roared like a beast defending its young.

In a single instant, his son's hands had been severed and his body sent flying.

A wound deep enough to expose bone cut across his chest,

and blood kept spurting from his wrists and chest.

"Die!"

Soul Rings rose beneath Zhu Xiaolie's feet: two yellow, two purple, and two black. He activated Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul Possession.

Bent low like a hunting leopard, he fixed his eerie blue eyes on Fang Fan.

The aura of a level sixty-three Soul Emperor surged wildly from him,

making the Soul Power in the surrounding air feel thick.

Boom...

He stamped down hard enough to cave in the ground, then shot toward Fang Fan like a cannonball.

"Huh?"

Zhu Zhuqing stood frozen, her face cold. The scream she heard had come not from her, but from Zhu Gang.

She opened her eyes at once—

Who was the handsome young man in front of her? Where was Zhu Gang?

She looked up and saw Zhu Gang lying nearby, his hands severed, screaming in agony.

His miserable state gave her a flicker of satisfaction.

Murderous intent blazed in Zhu Xiaolie's eyes as he lunged savagely at the sharp-browed young man.

The terrifying Soul Power of a level sixty-three Soul Emperor surged with him. A huge, vicious blue Hell Spirit Cat formed from that power and swiped at the youth.

"Watch out!" Zhu Zhuqing cried anxiously.

Where had this young man come from? They were strangers, yet he had risked his life to save her. It almost melted her icy heart.

Roar...

The young man did not flinch. A tiger's roar thundered behind him.

An enormous, shadowy tiger appeared at his back.

A terrifying, evil aura swept outward,

making Zhu Xiaolie's expression change and slowing him slightly.

"A Netherworld... Tiger? Who are you?"

Zhu Xiaolie had assumed the young man was a prince of the Dai Family,

but this tiger radiated a sinister aura, nothing like the White Tiger Martial Soul's fierce, radiant power.

Instead, its aura was somewhat similar to his family's Hell Spirit Cat.

And this tiger Martial Soul seemed even stronger than the White Tiger Martial Soul.

Five Soul Rings pulsed around the young man: one yellow, one purple, and three black.

Their number and colors made Zhu Xiaolie's eyes widen.

A five-ring Soul King at such a young age!

His attack faltered slightly as hesitation took hold.

He could search the entire Star Luo Empire and never find a genius like this.

Where had the young man come from?

Was a terrifying power backing him?

Zhu Dashuai was equally astonished by the young man's monstrous talent—

He possessed Twin Martial Souls: a sinister tiger and an evil Blood Sword.

Even the ages of all five Soul Rings exceeded the optimal configuration.

He was a prodigy beyond belief.

He had gravely wounded Zhu Gang with two strikes, then calmly faced Zhu Xiaolie's full-powered attack as a Soul Emperor.

Zhu Dashuai's worry eased a little.

He had been about to intervene himself, but this young man had appeared out of nowhere.

"Should I step in? Zhu Xiaolie is ten levels above Xiao Fan, after all..."

Pufferfish found Zhu Xiaolie somewhat stronger than expected. Worried about Fang Fan, he asked the question.

"Yes. Zhu Xiaolie has a heavy air of bloodshed about him. He must have fought in many battles. Xiao Fan might not be his match! I'll do it!"

"I'll—"

"Both of you, shut up!"

Bibi Dong's gaze turned cold.

They meant well, but she could not stand hearing them underestimate her disciple.

Just wait. He'll prove every one of them wrong!

At that, the Elders fell silent. None dared say another word.

A black Soul Ring lit up around Fang Fan and settled over the Netherworld Evil Tiger.

The tiger kept growing until it filled half the courtyard.

Eerie blue Soul Power poured from its body, tyrannical and strange, as though ten thousand ghosts were howling within it.

Fang Fan drew a circle with his hands, pressed his palms together, and thrust them forward. The Netherworld Evil Tiger met Zhu Xiaolie's full-powered attack head-on.

Zhu Xiaolie's expression shifted. He could feel his own Hell Spirit Cat trembling.

He roared inwardly, What are you shaking for? I'm so many levels above him! Watch me crush him with one blow!

Boom...

The two forces collided.

The shock wave swept outward like a raging gale,

driving Zhu Zhuqing back several steps.

Yet she could feel her Martial Soul stirring with excitement.

It felt an inexplicable affinity for that mighty tiger.

Was that why her Hell Spirit Cat was so excited?

It was even more excited than when she had first met Dai Mubai.

Zhu Zhuqing was startled.

Was that why he came to my rescue?

Pushing aside the thought, she called to the young man, "You can do it! Beat him!"

"Argh..."

Zhu Xiaolie found his attack strangely feeble. The tiger seemed to have swallowed most of its power,

leaving it far weaker than before.

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