Tsukuyomi Descended! Yu Xiaogang Lost His Composure...

Yang Jian grumbled, speechless.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"Okay, okay, young Yang, hang in there! We'll kill this beast right now!"

"Wait, what? Remember to leave it breathing! Otherwise, won't all this suffering have been for nothing?"

"Understood, got it. Don't worry!"

"Fifth soul skill..."

"Sixth soul skill..."

Flender and Zhao Wuji each unleashed their strongest killing move.

Two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings flashed at once.

"Boss, we'll help you too!"

After saying that, Ma Hongjun immediately looked toward Dai Mubai. The two exchanged a glance.

Then he roared:

"Second soul skill-"

"Phoenix Bathed in Fire!"

"First soul skill-"

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

Two Yellow Soul Rings flashed.

A stream of scorching evil fire instantly shot from Ma Hongjun's mouth toward the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King, which stood frozen in place.

"Third soul skill-"

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

"Second soul skill-"

"White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

A purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring and a yellow hundred-year soul ring shone in concert.

Like Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai first used one soul skill to enhance himself, then unleashed his strongest strike with a second soul skill.

The rest of Shrek's members also contributed whatever they could.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu lightly bit her lip and looked toward Tang San beside her. "Should we attack too?"

"No need!"

Before Tang San could speak, Yu Xiaogang raised a hand and refused in an exceptionally forceful tone. "Neither you nor Little San has any means of attacking at range. Letting hot blood rush to your head isn't a good thing."

"Besides, Flender and Zhao Wuji are up front. If even those two Soul Saints can't take it down, you won't accomplish anything by charging in."

"Just wait here."

"Yes, Teacher," Tang San said with a bow.

"All right, Grandmaster," Xiao Wu also answered.

Although Yu Xiaogang's words made perfect sense, a trace of resentment still lodged in Xiao Wu's heart.

It was like going out with a group of friends and running into a villain. Just as everyone swarmed forward to attack him together-

Not only did you refuse to help, you stood on the sidelines making snide remarks about how one more person wouldn't make a difference, nor would one fewer.

Even if that were true, your image in everyone's eyes would inevitably plummet a thousand miles.

"Pfft-!"

"Are you done yet? I'm having trouble holding on."

A sudden sweetness flooded Yang Jian's tongue, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

He was already struggling to see what was in front of him.

He should have been able to hold on a little longer, but for some reason, the central head of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King inside the Tsukuyomi space began radiating seven-colored light.

The instant that light appeared, the previously stable Tsukuyomi space began to feel as though it were tearing apart.

Clearly, some sort of mental soul skill had activated.

"Almost!"

"Hold on a little longer!"

"Little Ao, give me another sausage!"

"Me too!"

"Oh, oh, okay! First soul skill, I have..."

Before long-

Oscar produced two more sausages and tossed them to Flender in the air and Zhao Wuji, who stood on the ground but still towered high above it.

Once Flender and Zhao Wuji opened their mouths in their Martial Soul Avatar forms and caught the sausages, Oscar collapsed onto the ground as though utterly drained, unable to get back up.

The enhancements Ning Rongrong could provide had also reached their limit.

Fortunately, after Zhu Zhuqing went forward to attack and left her with no one to support her, she made her own way to Yang Jian, grabbed his arm, and leaned against his back, sparing herself such an embarrassing collapse.

"Fuck! I'm out of soul power!"

"Phew... I can't, I'm done. Boss, I really need a break."

"..."

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing had all nearly exhausted their soul power by then.

Each stood gasping for breath, their eyes fixed firmly on the battle ahead.

Only Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, and Xiao Wu remained composed and in excellent condition.

"See? I told you. Attacks of this level don't accomplish much. While I understand the pride you youngsters feel, still-"

Yu Xiaogang deliberately drew out his words. "When navigating the soul master world, our first priority is conserving our strength. What would we do if another soul beast appeared right now?"

"Which of you would guard against it?"

"Never mind a ten-thousand-year soul beast. Right now, even a single thousand-year soul beast could wipe out the whole lot of you in one pot!"

"So, a moment's reckless bravado accomplishes nothing. What truly keeps us alive out here in the wilderness is absolute ration-"

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish-

He suddenly felt several piercing gazes rake across him in unison.

Frightened, he shut his mouth as though compelled by some unseen force.

If looks could kill, those gazes would already have slaughtered him a thousand times over.

"Old man, Old Zhao, get out of the way!"

Sensing that his eyes would suffer permanent damage if this continued, Yang Jian immediately withdrew Tsukuyomi.

Although he could no longer see his surroundings clearly, he still relied on his exceptional hearing to point with one hand. "Xiaotian!"

"Woof-!!!!!"

The little golden dog in Yang Jian's arms instantly let out a battle cry, ready to fight to the bitter end.

Then-

Three dazzling rings of light suddenly appeared beneath Yang Jian's feet.

There was purple.

There was black.

"Purple, purple, black... Wh-what... what's going on with the boss?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes instantly widened, and he looked utterly dumbstruck.

"Yang Jian?!"

Dai Mubai also abruptly rose to his feet.

"Heavens! Brother Yang..."

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth with both hands in shock, disbelief written all over her face.

Zhu Zhuqing simply stared, stunned.

Some of them had personally accompanied Yang Jian on soul beast hunts, while others had witnessed him fight, but without exception, his rings had only ever been "yellow, purple, purple."

When had they become purple, purple, black?

"No!"

"Impossible!!"

"Absolutely impossible!!!"

"How could a person... how could their first and second soul rings be thousand-year rings, and their third a ten-thousand-year ring?!"

"No!!!"

[Ding! Detected intensified negative emotions and mental confusion in Yu Xiaogang, a wielder of the same type of martial soul. Reward: the age of the next Soul Bone dropped will increase by thirteen thousand years, and the first martial soul will gain a trace of draconic nature.]

[Ding! Detected a rapid rise in Tang San's negative emotions, including jealousy, shock, and doubt. Reward: one External Soul Bone Upgrade Card.]

[External Soul Bone Upgrade Card: upon use, grants an external soul bone one comprehensive evolution and upgrade.]

[Ding! Detected emotional fluctuations in Xiao Wu. Reward: one bottle of healing pills.]

Huh?

What's going on?

How did Gangzi lose his composure already?

He actually dropped two rewards at once!

It's been almost ten years, and this is the first time I've seen a single emotional fluctuation produce two rewards-and both are top-quality rewards!

Although I've fleeced Ning Rongrong and the others until there's not a scrap of wool left, these rewards are already enough!

Forget it. I'll kill this Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King first.

Now, you beast, have a good taste of this soul skill powered by rank seventy-nine soul power.

"First soul skill-"

"Holy Dragon Impact Cannon!"