A Bloodbath in Small Town! The One Behind It
Time flew by. Ning Chengyi had guessed that Li Huo would go mad, but he didn't expect him to go mad so quickly.
The next morning, before dawn, the members of the Fierce Wolf Group swarmed into the Small Town like a pack of hungry wolves.
They kicked down any door they saw and grabbed anyone they saw, regardless of whether you were Soul Master or an ordinary person. They chained you up and took you to the square in the center of town.
Those who resisted had their legs broken and were dragged away; those who shouted and cursed had their tongues cut out and thrown to the side of the road.
The methods were incredibly brutal; in less than half an hour, the square was filled with a dense mass of people, at least three hundred.
Old Zhao and Old Xu were among them, covered in injuries, being trampled underfoot.
It wasn't that they didn't want to resist, but rather that they realized they simply didn't have the strength to do so.
Li Huo stood on the high platform in the center of the square, his four Soul Ring shining brightly, and the pressure of the Soul Ancestor made everyone breathless.
He was carrying a bloody human head in his hand. He threw it on the ground, and it rolled to the front of the crowd.
"Zhu Qianxun, Ning Chengyi." Li Huo's voice was chilling, carrying far in the morning wind. "I know you can see and hear me. I'll count to three hundred. For each count, I'll kill one person. If you don't show up before the count is finished, I'll slaughter the entire Small Town."
"One!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his knife and a head flew off.
The crowd erupted in desperate cries.
"Two!"
Another one.
"Three!"
The third one.
Li Huo counted at a steady pace, his voice calm, as if he were doing something perfectly ordinary.
Blood quickly stained the stone slabs of the square, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The bound Soul Master struggled desperately, but the members of the Fierce Wolf Group swiftly and mercilessly struck them down.
"Four!"
"Five!"
On a rooftop in the distance, Ning Chengyi prone in the shadows, his eyes bloodshot and his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding together.
His fingers dug deep into the roof tiles, his knuckles turning white, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
The Phantom Butterfly fluttered its wings anxiously in his palm, its golden spiritual energy fluctuating erratically and rapidly.
"Calm down." Bibi Dong's voice rang in his ears, cold and steady.
She lay beside him, her aura restrained, her Soul Power having recovered to the Soul King level.
Her face was still pale, but her deep purple eyes had completely regained their former majesty and ruthlessness.
"Get ready to make your move." Ning Chengyi's voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.
"No way," Bibi Dong firmly rejected the idea. "He's a level 49 Soul Ancestor; you can't handle him alone."
"I didn't say I was going to carry it." Ning Chengyi turned to look at her, his eyes burning with a chilling light. "You go stop him. I'll go save them. These Soul Master are innocent; they have families to support."
Bibi Dong paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"Ten!"
Li Huo slashed again.
Ning Chengyi's figure shot out from the roof at that moment!
Instead of rushing towards Li Huo, he went straight to the members of the Fierce Wolf Group who were holding hostages at the edge of the square.
The Desolation-Suppressing God-Breaking Spear gleamed with a cold light in the morning sun, and the purple Soul Ring beneath its feet exploded with a bang. The First Soul Skill, Mystic Edge, Leveling Mountains, swept out with a terrifying force of 1,500 jin!
"Puff!"
Three members of the Fierce Wolf Group were swept away by a single shot, weapons and all, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.
"Enemy..."
Before he could even utter the word "attack," Ning Chengyi's spear had already pierced his throat.
He drew his gun, turned, and swept it horizontally—all in one fluid motion, each shot fatal.
He was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep; wherever he went, members of the Fierce Wolf Group fell to the ground.
"It's that little beast!"
Kill him!
More than a dozen members of the Fierce Wolf Group swarmed forward, their Soul Ring illuminating, and their Soul Skill crashed down.
Ning Chengyi neither dodged nor evaded, but charged forward into the face of the attack. With a sudden tremor of his spear, a strange spiraling force condensed at the tip of the spear as the shaft shook.
Second Soul Skill: Phantom Spear Strangulation!
This is the Black-Armored Spiral Rhino's Soul Skill, and it's the first time he's used it in actual combat.
The Desolation-Suppressing God-Breaking Spear pierced the chest of the first member of the group. The spear instantly vibrated at a high frequency, and the spiraling force frantically shredded flesh and meridians.
A fist-sized hole exploded in the man's chest, and he collapsed to the ground before he could even scream.
Immediately following, Ning Chengyi thrust his spear in and out, piercing the second man's abdomen. The Phantom Spear Strangulation raged within his body, and the man screamed in agony, spitting out fragments of his shattered internal organs, dying instantly.
"What... what kind of Soul Skill is this?!"
"How can his Second Soul Skill be so strange!"
For the first time, the members of the Fierce Wolf Group showed signs of fear.
They had seen murder before, but never this kind of killing.
Wherever the spear passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, the wounds looked as if they had been ground up by a meat grinder, the deaths were gruesome.
Ning Chengyi didn't even flinch; with his spear in hand, he moved as if he were in an empty field.
His target was clear: the hostages who were tied up.
At each point they charged, a flick of their spear snapped the ropes; a casual shot felled a group of members of the Fierce Wolf Group.
"Ten, eleven, twelve... twenty-three!"
Ning Chengyi's voice replaced Li Huo's counting.
On the other side, Bibi Dong also made a move.
She didn't use the Death Spider Emperor's Martial Soul; she merely used her Soul King -level Soul Power combined with high-speed movement to appear before Li Huo like Gui Mei.
With a single palm strike, the Soul Power condensed to a tangible form, causing the air to explode under the pressure.
Li Huo's pupils contracted sharply, and he raised his fist to meet the attack.
"Boom!"
The two of them each took three steps back.
Li Huo's expression changed drastically... This woman is far stronger than she was in the Stone Chamber last time!
"Your strength?!" Li Huo was both shocked and furious. He activated all four of his Soul Ring, and the Blazing Fire Lion Martial Soul Possession, causing his entire body to ignite with crimson flames.
He dared not hold back any longer, unleashing his Second Soul Skill and Third Soul Skill in succession. Scorching flames swept around, burning several nearby members of the Fierce Wolf Group, who screamed in agony.
Bibi Dong simply looked at him coldly.
The next instant, she vanished.
When it reappeared, it was less than half a foot away from Li Huo.
A palm struck his chest, and Soul Power surged in like a tide. Li Huo was sent flying backward, spitting out blood as he crashed through a wall.
"Who... who are you?!" Li Huo scrambled to his feet, his face filled with terror.
Bibi Dong did not answer, but simply took a step forward.
Li Huo suddenly laughed, a ferocious and insane laugh.
He pulled a Signal Flare from his pocket and threw it into the air.
The Signal Flare exploded, forming a giant elephant head pattern in mid-air.
"The Elephant Armor Sect!" Someone in the crowd recognized it and exclaimed in surprise.
"Hahaha..." Li Huo laughed, clutching his chest. "You think this is all I'm capable of? The Elephant Armor Sect has been cooperating with me for that 150,000-year-old Soul Bone for a long time! Elder Huyan Zhen will be here soon, none of you will escape!"
Before the words were finished, a series of muffled footsteps came from afar.
The earth trembled slightly as a figure as imposing as a mountain strode out of the dense forest outside the town.
The newcomer was nearly 2.5 meters tall, with a robust build like an iron tower. His body was covered in grayish-white Elephant Armor, and a pair of huge elephant ears hung down on his sides. With each step he took, a crack appeared in the ground.
Elder of the Elephant Armor Sect, Huyan Zhen.
Level 82 Soul Douluo.
Bibi Dong's expression finally changed.
Ning Chengyi also stopped wielding his spear and abruptly turned to look at the enormous figure approaching.
Beside Huyan Zhen was a boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, also with a burly build, covered in Elephant Armor, his eyes greedily scanning the surroundings before finally settling on Ning Chengyi.
"That Wisdom Skull, is it on you?" Huyan Li licked his lips, revealing a cruel smile. "Hand it over, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."
Ning Chengyi gripped the Desolation-Suppressing God-Breaking Spear tightly in his hand, his eyes cold, and remained silent.
Bibi Dong quietly took a step back and stood beside Ning Chengyi, lowering her voice. "Soul Douluo. We can't beat him. Let's go."
Ning Chengyi gritted his teeth. "What about those people?"
"I stopped Huyan Zhen for three breaths. You take the people you can and run towards the Star Dou Great Forest."
Ning Chengyi's gaze swept over the surviving Soul Master in the square, then looked at Old Zhao and Old Xu being held captive in the distance, and finally landed on Bibi Dong's pale but resolute profile.
"Three breaths aren't enough," he said.
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
Ning Chengyi's gaze suddenly fell on Huyan Li, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Huyan Zhen is Soul Douluo, but Huyan Li is only Soul Elder. I bet he wouldn't dare gamble with his grandson's life."
Bibi Dong was taken aback, but then she understood what he meant.
The look in her eyes as she gazed at Ning Chengyi was incredibly complex.
This boy, despite being only in the 23rd grade, is more ruthless and smarter than anyone else.
"Then let's bet," Bibi Dong said.