What happened to my Soul Power and Soul Skills?
I can't use any of them.
The blow sent Zhou Yi flying back to the edge of the training ground.
She coughed up blood.
To explain how things had come to this, one had to go back three years.
Plenty of students had tried to win Shrek's favor by challenging her authority and dignity as a teacher.
But she had also taught plenty of brats who didn't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth a lesson.
Am I really going to capsize in the gutter again today?
If you'd told me an Inner Court disciple with six Martial Soul rings and strength equal to mine had beaten me, I could've accepted it!
But now I've lost to someone at level thirty or forty again?
Impossible. I refuse to believe you can use such a monstrous Soul Skill a second time.
Zhou Yi gathered her Soul Power again, and the Eight-Sided Exquisite Martial Soul appeared in her hand.
Fifth Soul Skill.
As the words left her mouth, wave after wave of crystal-blue sword rain swept toward the group.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi secretly used her Fourth Soul Skill again, placing a sieve-like shield around herself.
She laughed wildly.
"Both my dice rolled six this time. Maximum rolls, full amplification.
"You're no match for me."
On the other side, Wooden Door Bro swiftly opened a door and darted around the field, dodging the sword rain.
Xingchen had already used his First Soul Skill.
Starlight streamed around him as his wings spread upward. Mantis Bro and Zhou Zige sheltered beneath them.
Blind Bro made no attempt to hide, dissolving attack after attack with the Lone Bamboo in his hand.
At last, Red Moon Bro made his move. One of the team's two