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That night.
In the chaotic heart of the Central Courtyard, where the radiance of soul skills lit everything as brightly as day.
In one corner, a slender figure was desperately playing the Nine Phoenix Arrival Flute.
Ji Shuran-the captain of Chang'an Academy's security team-wore combat attire bearing Chang'an's insignia, now torn in several places and streaked with blood.
Beside him, several equally blood-soaked teachers and guards from Chang'an Academy had formed a defensive circle, fighting off several black-clothed men who were fiercely driving in from the flank.
Ji Shuran's flute notes were urgent and piercing,
Never before had his playing been so frantic and shrill. Blades of sound mingled with phantom phoenixes and poured out like desperate shock waves, barely holding back the storm of attacks from three black-clothed Soul Saints.
"Screee-!"
The Sixth Soul Ring blazed with dazzling light!
Five enormous phoenixes coalesced in circling flight, then dove, their sharp icy talons raking straight down!
Boom!
White mist exploded outward and instantly spread, briefly stalling the enemy's charge.
"Captain Ji!" a guard shouted in delighted surprise.
But there was not the slightest relief on his face.
The price of driving his soul power too hard was the crimson blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He could clearly feel his soul power seed overloading like a burning lump of coal.
In that fleeting moment of stillness after he forcibly unleashed his ultimate move-
Just then.
A figure as swift as a specter abruptly broke through the icy mist. Concealed by the drifting vapor and shards of ice, the attacker silently appeared on the eaves diagonally above Ji Shuran.
The timing was fiendishly precise!
A slender sword