Zhao Tie's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened, and a gurgling sound came from his throat. He instinctively covered his neck with his hands, trying to stop the gushing blood, but it was all in vain.
Blood seeped from between his fingers, staining his hands and the sheets red.
Who is it?
Who exactly is it?
Why... can't I find the other person at all, even with my combined Spiritual Power and Soul Power?
Who on earth is this person, capable of evading the Soul Saint's detection?!
Despite the excruciating pain, Zhao Tie channeled his Soul Power wildly, forcefully blocking the wound on his neck.
Although the bleeding had temporarily stopped, his face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Fortunately, the injuries are not fatal.
If they had cut another 1cm in, his entire neck would probably have been cut off.
What happened?
Was the other party showing mercy, or was it because of his Shrek Academy affiliation that he dared not kill him?
With trembling hands, Zhao Tie took out a pill from his Storage Soul Tool and put it in his mouth.
The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm current that rapidly repaired his damaged wounds.
"Thank goodness... they really held back, otherwise that one blow would have really killed me."
Zhao Tie secretly rejoiced, but his vigilance remained undiminished. With his back against the wall, his eyes, like those of a hawk, scanned every corner of the room, trying to find the enemy hiding in the shadows.
At the same time, his Martial Soul Possession, and all seven rings flashed simultaneously, ready to deal with any upcoming enemies.
However, the room was empty, without even a trace of Soul Power fluctuation.
But why... can't I find the other person at all?
Where is he?
Where is he?
Zhao Tie's heart raced, and his breathing became rapid. He had never encountered such a strange opponent, who could completely conceal himself from his senses.
Thinking about it carefully, his assassination attempt just now completely ignored my Soul Power protection...
In other words, the opponent's cultivation level is likely higher than his own, which is why they can ignore his Soul Power and deliver a fatal blow.
Could it be that there are hidden masters in this small place?!
"But who is it? And why is it so strong?" Zhao Tie was filled with doubt and fear.
In the instant he was distracted, a cold, sharp blade flashed past with unbelievable speed.
Zhao Tie didn't even have time to react. He felt a sharp pain in his wrists and knees. He looked down and saw that both of his wrists had been severed at the root, and blood was gushing out.
His knees were also precisely sliced open by the blade, and his legs instantly lost their support, causing him to kneel helplessly on the ground.
Zhao Tie let out a shrill scream, his body trembling violently.
With both hands and legs crippled and his Soul Power rapidly diminishing, he could no longer maintain the state of Martial Soul Possession.
"Who is it? Who on earth is it?!"
Zhao Tie raised his head with difficulty.
Cannot be seen.
They still couldn't find the other person.
As someone who came from the Shrek Academy, Zhao Tie quickly assessed the situation.
The opponent's speed and attack power are absolutely no less than his own.
Someone wants to kill him, but they don't know the other party's identity, strength, or anything else!
Zhao Tie's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, and quickly used his Seventh Soul Skill.
Martial Soul Avatar!
Zhao Tie's body instantly transformed into a giant Wind Falcon, its wings unfurling to create a violent hurricane. The entire room collapsed instantly under the sweeping wind, with walls, furniture, and beds torn to shreds and scattered everywhere.
"Get out here!"
Zhao Tie's voice echoed in the gale, and the eyes of the Wind Falcon flashed with anger and fear.
His Soul Power surged wildly, attempting to use the power of the wind to force the enemy hiding in the shadows out.
No matter how rampaged he was, the room remained empty, without even a trace of Soul Power fluctuation.
Zhao Tie grew increasingly uneasy. The other party's ability to conceal themselves far exceeded his imagination, as if they didn't exist in this world at all.
"Impossible... How could anyone completely bypass my senses!"
Zhao Tie was filled with doubt and fear, but he knew that now was not the time to hesitate.
He must find the other person as soon as possible, or he will be in an even more dangerous situation.
Just as he was about to expand the search area, a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the ceiling of the damaged room.
He descended from the sky at an unbelievable speed. Zhao Tie didn't even notice his presence. He only felt a sharp pain on his head, followed by a tremendous force slamming into his head.
"Pfft--"
The dark golden claws pierced through the entire back of the Wind Falcon, and blood gushed out.
Zhao Tie let out a shrill scream, instantly losing his balance and falling heavily from the air.
"Boom!"
Zhao Tie's body slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up dust.
His Martial Soul Avatar was forced to dissipate, and he reverted to human form.
At the same time, his back was also slashed with several deep, bone-revealing wounds by sharp claws, and blood stained his clothes.
"Cough cough..."
Zhao Tie struggled to lift his head, coughing up blood repeatedly.
His vision was already blurred, but he could still vaguely see the dark figure slowly walking towards him.
What terrified Zhao Tie even more was that someone was clearly standing right in front of him.
However, his Spiritual Power and Soul Power could not sense the existence of this person at all.
"Are you a human or a ghost?!"
Zhao Tie gritted his teeth, roared, and endured the excruciating pain. He suddenly waved his hands, his Soul Power surging wildly. His First Soul Skill First Soul Skill lit up, instantly condensing dozens of sharp wind blades.
The wind blades whistled through the air, sweeping towards the dark figure like a torrential rain.
"Die!" Zhao Tie roared. This was his last chance. If he couldn't force the other party to retreat, he would surely die.
Although I don't know why the other party kept going easy on me, at least three times.
The first time, they cut his throat, but didn't kill him.
The second time was to cut off his own hands and feet; he was fully capable of severing them, rendering him incapable of movement.
The third time was when he was in his Martial Soul Avatar; instead of piercing his head, the attack targeted his back.
Regardless of the circumstances, since they dared to lay a hand on him, he had the right to execute them!
Despite the overwhelming wind blades, the dark figure showed no sign of retreating and charged towards Zhao Tie, ignoring the onslaught of wind blades.
At the same time, he swung the broadsword he was carrying on his shoulder, the blade flashing like lightning, slicing through the air and shattering the oncoming wind blades one by one.
The moment the wind blade collided with the light of the sword, a piercing metallic clang erupted, and sparks flew everywhere.
"How is this possible..." Zhao Tie's eyes widened, his heart filled with disbelief.
Although he only casually swung his wind blade, its power was enough to easily force back ordinary Soul Emperor level experts.
His opponent so easily deflected all his attacks without even pausing his steps.
The opponent is too strong...
Or have I simply become weaker?
Before he could think, the shadowy figure moved with incredible speed, closing in on Zhao Tie in the blink of an eye.
His broadsword flashed through the air, aiming straight for Zhao Tie's throat. Zhao Tie's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly dodged to the side, while simultaneously unleashing a wind blade in an attempt to counterattack.
However, the shadowy figure's reaction speed far exceeded his expectations. The opponent's broadsword spun in the air, easily blocking Zhao Tie's wind blade, and then the blade turned again, slashing directly at Zhao Tie's chest.
"Pfft--"
The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of blood. A deep, bone-revealing wound was slashed across Zhao Tie's chest, and blood instantly stained his clothes.
He groaned and staggered backward.
Perhaps because he hadn't rested for too long, his legs gave way and he fell down again.
"Who exactly are you!" Zhao Tie asked, his voice trembling slightly.
His opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations; in terms of speed, power, and combat skills, he was completely outmatched.
The more important reason is...
I've become weaker!