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At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing felt awful. They were actually treating her like an object, using a Soul Fighting match to decide who owned her.

She knew Zhu Zhuyun's strength. Looking at the people before her, she doubted a single one of them could match her!

She had thought she would be safe once she escaped to the Heaven Dou Empire. Instead, Zhu Zhuyun had ambushed her halfway there, and someone else had blasted both her legs apart.

What rotten luck!

It seemed she was certain to die today!

"You're going to fight me?"

Zhu Zhuyun asked in puzzlement.

"Of course!"

Before his words had faded, Soul Power surged through Wei Fan.

"Very good!"

A confident smile appeared on Zhu Zhuyun's face. Wei Fan stepping forward had come as a complete surprise.

Wei Fan looked like the youngest person in the group!

But when she saw the Soul Rings beneath his feet, her eyes suddenly narrowed.

A black Soul Ring!!!

Black Soul Rings were nothing unusual on the Douluo Continent. What shocked her was that this one was his fourth ring!

Zhu Zhuyun immediately felt that things were not so simple.

No wonder he had stepped forward to fight. Apparently, he was the strongest of the group.

Practically everyone behind Zhu Zhuyun had utter bewilderment written all over their faces.

What the fuck was going on?

A ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring!

This was fucking unnatural!

Luckily, Zhu Zhuyun had not ordered them to swarm the other side and snatch Zhu Zhuqing back. Otherwise, with so many opponents, plus a Soul Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring...

How the fuck were they supposed to fight that?!

Zhu Zhuqing was equally stunned by the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring on Wei Fan.

A Soul Ancestor with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? How was that possible?

Despite her shock, the sight gave her a glimmer of hope for survival. A Soul Ancestor with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring would not be at a disadvantage against Zhu Zhuyun.

Although Wei Fan had blasted both her legs apart, she desperately hoped he would win this Soul Fighting match.

As far as she was concerned, nothing could be worse than falling into Zhu Zhuqing's hands!

While everyone stood stunned, water surged around Wei Fan. As his fourth Soul Ring flashed, a pair of pure white wings appeared on his back.

With a single flap, he soared straight into the sky!

Wei Fan's fourth Soul Skill-My Will Soars to the Clouds!

He activated it!

"A flight Soul Skill?"

"Isn't that way too ridiculous?!"

"I never imagined this ten-thousand-year Soul Skill would give Wei Fan a flight ability."

"Now flying Soul Masters won't have any advantage against this guy."

"They never had an advantage to begin with!"

"I'm so jealous. I dream of having a flight Soul Skill."

"Could you even get your fat ass off the ground?!"

"..."

Huyan Li and the others from the Elephant Armor Team had envy written all over their faces.

For non-flying Soul Masters like them, a flight Soul Skill was incredibly rare.

"Second Soul Skill, Water Gathering Cannon!"

Suspended in midair, Wei Fan shouldered an ice-blue cannon, its enormous muzzle aimed directly at Zhu Zhuyun.

Zhu Zhuqing looked up at Wei Fan's cannon, her eyes filled with disbelief.

That aura was all too familiar to her.

Previously, she had only known that Wei Fan's group had blasted and injured her. She had never imagined that the thing that wounded her was a Soul Skill.

Was this man really a Soul Ancestor?

How could a Soul Ancestor produce such tremendous power?

"This is bad!"

Zhu Zhuyun stared at the cannon barrel, her heart trembling violently.

The azure vortex constantly gathering at its muzzle filled her with a terror beyond death.

At that moment, only one thought remained in her mind: Dodge!

Boom!

An ice shell plunged from the sky and struck the ground an instant later, erupting with a deafening explosion.

Zhu Zhuyun rolled out of the shell's path, but the blast wave still hurled her dozens of meters away.

"Urgh!"

Zhu Zhuyun felt as though all her internal organs had been shattered. Her legs began trembling uncontrollably.

"I lost!"

Zhu Zhuyun raised both hands in surrender.

She feared the next shot would send her straight to heaven.

This was too fucking absurd!

Was he really a fucking Soul Ancestor?

That shot had nearly blown the top of her skull off.

"Miss, let's get out of here!"

The people Zhu Zhuyun had brought staggered over, propped her up, and fled.

Too fucking terrifying!

Fortunately, they had been standing far away. Even so, two of them had broken arms.

How the fuck were they supposed to keep fighting?!

"Zhu Zhuqing, no need to rush to thank me!"

"We're even now."

Wei Fan flapped his wings and slowly landed.

This flight Soul Skill was truly wonderful!

From now on, whenever he faced Soul Masters who couldn't fly, he could bombard them from midair and leave them nowhere to hide!

"I wasn't going to thank you!"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be injured now, much less have been caught."

Zhu Zhuqing's tone remained icy, but she was no longer quite so wary of Wei Fan and the others.

From the way they had saved her and what they had said to Zhu Zhuyun, she could tell they were not bad people.

The next day.

"Bastard!"

"Put me down!"

The moment Zhu Zhuqing woke, she discovered that she was lying on Wei Fan's back.

"You'd better not move around!"

"You passed out with a high fever last night. The wound on your left shoulder has already started getting infected."

"I'm taking you to a nearby town!"

Wei Fan supported Zhu Zhuqing's bottom and hoisted her a little higher.

After developing a high fever last night, this girl had kept talking in her sleep.

Something about fighting and killing!

It looked like her childhood had been shrouded in darkness!

"Did you treat the wound on my shoulder?"

Zhu Zhuqing examined her treated wound.

"I did, but don't worry. I didn't take off your underwear. I just took a couple of extra looks."

Wei Fan said it quite openly.

"You..."

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to swipe her claws at Wei Fan, but she could not muster any strength.

"I suggest you behave. If you keep squirming like this, even if they manage to heal you, you'll probably end up disabled."

"But don't worry. If you really end up disabled, I'll take care of you!"

As he spoke, Wei Fan gave Zhu Zhuqing's bottom another supporting lift.

"No need!"

Wei Fan continued walking through the Soul Beast forest with Zhu Zhuqing on his back.

Because the path was uneven, Zhu Zhuqing's delicate body bounced against his back with every bump, making Wei Fan feel as though two springy balls were giving him a massage.

After Zhu Zhuqing developed her high fever last night, he had parted ways with Huyan Li and those other elephants.

He was taking Zhu Zhuqing to town to have her injuries treated, while the Elephant Armor Team continued searching for a Soul Ring for Huyan Li.

After the two of them had traveled through the Soul Beast forest for a little over an hour...

"What exactly is going on with your Soul Ring?"

Zhu Zhuqing broke the silence.

She was not much of a conversationalist, but what she had witnessed yesterday had made her far too curious.

A Soul Ancestor who even possessed a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

And yesterday, he had sent Zhu Zhuyun fleeing in utter defeat with just one shot.

That was precisely the kind of strength she wanted to pursue!

"There's really nothing worth mentioning!"

"Yesterday, I spotted a ten-thousand-year Mirrorwater Flying Fox in the distance and fired. I killed the Soul Beast, but you got caught in the blast too."

"Still, when you think about it, I actually saved you. If you'd run into that ten-thousand-year Soul Beast, you probably would have been in danger."

Wei Fan said.

"So, by that logic, I should thank you?"

"No need for that!"

"And then you absorbed the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

"That's right!"

"Aren't Soul Ancestors only able to absorb Thousand-Year Soul Rings? Why could you absorb a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were full of confusion.

On the Douluo Continent, it was common knowledge that the fourth Soul Ring had to be a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring. No one had ever managed to forcibly absorb a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as a Soul Ancestor.

How had Wei Fan done it?

"That's a long story. I'll tell you another day."

Wei Fan hoisted Zhu Zhuqing's body a little higher again.

"We're here!"

Through the dense trees, Wei Fan saw the faint outline of a town in the distance.