Your Speed Is Too Slow, I Thought You Were Dead Since You Didn't Make a Sound, A Thousand People Attack?

Chen Yuan's voice rang out. "Your speed is too slow. In my eyes, you're no different from a fly."

Chu Lan spat blood. His body smashed through one, two, three, five trees in succession before coming to a stop. It felt as though every bone in his body had shattered, and he lay on the ground, unable to get up.

His head rested on the ground, his limbs trembling. His Martial Soul, the Azure-Patterned Python, was in just as bad a state, and looked close to giving out.

A Soul Elder had been defeated in a single strike, shocking the Soul Masters of the world.

The man they were hunting had some strength.

He had killed three hundred people earlier, and now he had defeated a Soul Elder.

"Pfft." Chu Lan gritted his teeth, raised his head, and spat blood. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Chen Yuan. What a powerful Soul Skill. Was I defeated in a single move? I still underestimated him. He wasn't lacking Soul Power at all.

Shi Kun summoned his Martial Soul, the Mountain-Splitting Axe, and walked up to him. "Venerable Chu, you're no good. You'll have to leave this to me."

"I'm the only one who can seize the chance to become a god."

"Soul Skill! Mighty Strength Enhancement!"

The Mountain-Splitting Axe trembled and abruptly grew larger. His Martial Soul bloomed, spreading outward with him at its center, and his body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He said confidently, "My Martial Soul isn't all soft and floppy like his. Mine is a Tool Martial Soul. One swing of my axe can split a house in half."

Holding the Mountain-Splitting Axe, he strode forward, brimming with confidence, intent on dealing with Chen Yuan's Susanoo.

Chu Lan lay twitching all over on the ground. He lowered his head and cursed, "Idiot."

Do you think his power is just raw strength? That kind of power has already surpassed a Soul Elder, you moron.

Forget it. Better not to warn him. I'm done for, and I can't escape. Arrogant Shi Kun, you can stay here and keep me company.

Bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Using all his strength, he recalled his python Martial Soul, which was as close to death as he was.

Chen Yuan said, "Here comes another fool."

Shi Kun moved with flying strides, his height reaching two and a half meters. Like a little giant, his muscles bulged as he gripped the axe, now three times its original size. He charged beneath Susanoo at tremendous speed and shouted:

"Soul Skill! Mountain-Splitting Chop!"

The axe chopped viciously at Susanoo's thigh.

Would this strike break through Susanoo's defense?

Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the Soul Masters across the entire continent were watching.

A Soul Grandmaster was recording everything carefully.

Susanoo looked down at the tiny Shi Kun without budging an inch, letting the axe strike.

Shi Kun was stunned. How could this be? My full-powered axe strike couldn't even cut through the Soul Skill before me. No, how can a Soul Skill be maintained for so long?

He sensed something was wrong. He had been deceived. A Soul Skill could only be maintained for a while at most; it couldn't remain in a combat form for a long time without being continuously unleashed.

"You-"

He had just been about to say something when a terrible feeling came over him-the feeling of death. He looked up and met the eyes of Susanoo as it looked down at him. A great purple hand descended from the sky and, with a boom, pressed him into the ground.

"Aah!!"

The sky screen broadcast it live, carrying his scream across the continent.

It was a Soul Elder screaming, and his shrill cries made people's hair stand on end.

He had lost. A second Soul Elder had suffered a crushing defeat.

Crack.

The axe split apart and fell.

"Look, that man's Martial Soul has shattered. He's finished."

A Soul Grandmaster spoke gravely.

Once a Martial Soul shattered, its owner would suffer a tremendous backlash and could fall back in cultivation realm. In severe cases, they could even die.

Through the sky screen, they heard the most agonized scream in history.

Shi Kun's feet struggled, while his body and head were completely hidden beneath Susanoo's great hand. The ground had cracked like a spiderweb.

After struggling for a few seconds, he stopped moving, and the screams died away. Soul Masters throughout the world knew what that meant.

A Soul Elder had died.

Susanoo raised its hand, and they saw that the giant who had just been ready for a great battle was now in pieces, mangled beyond recognition. His vital signs were completely gone.

Cough, cough. The sound of Chu Lan coughing spread across the continent. He was still alive, a little better off than the dead Shi Kun, though only a little.

"Right, there's you too. If you hadn't made a sound, I'd have thought you were already dead," Chen Yuan said.

Susanoo raised its hand and sent a long streak of sword Qi straight toward Chu Lan, cutting him in half with a single slash.

Another Soul Elder had died.

"He's so strong," someone couldn't help saying. Though killing Chen Yuan could make one a god, not just anyone could kill him. The sky screen had revealed the strength Chen Yuan had used to kill many people.

"Heh, a bunch of idiots. They're practically throwing themselves at him for free." Bai Ling stood outside the village and sneered.

He had arrived too, but he hadn't rushed onto the battlefield. He was watching from outside through the sky screen and had learned that both of his opponents were dead.

He was in no hurry.

The people nearby would arrive soon. Judging by the sound of their footsteps, there were at least a thousand of them.

Looking at Chen Yuan on the sky screen, he sneered inwardly. With more than a thousand people attacking you at once, no matter how strong you are, you'll die.

He believed that Chen Yuan had indeed used up most of his Soul Power in his successive battles.

Once more than a thousand people attacked him, that would be about enough.

Then I, Bai Ling, will come out and reap the rewards.

Inside the ruined house, Chen Yuan picked up the roasted chicken, tore off a piece, and put it in his mouth.

"He's being hunted by the whole world, yet he still has time to eat chicken. He's got some nerve. If it were me, I'd be so anxious I wouldn't know which way was north," someone said admiringly, watching the sky screen.

Another person was drooling as he said enviously, "I have to say, his chicken looks really good roasted."

Ning Rongrong cried, "Watching him is making me hungry, you bad guy."

Chen Xin said dotingly, "You wouldn't eat at the sect, and now you say you're hungry."

Ning Rongrong protested, "I wasn't really hungry before. The way he's eating made me hungry. That's..."

Her eyes widened, and she pointed to the edge of the scene on the sky screen. She saw a densely packed mass of Soul Masters and Soul Grandmasters, a group of at least a thousand. A Martial Soul floated behind each of them, and their densely packed Soul Rings stretched together in a truly frightening sight.

"...So many people!"

Were they all here to hunt Chen Yuan?

So many people hunting him?

Chen Xin said gravely, "Don't worry, this is still a small number. As time passes, there will only be more of them, and they'll be stronger."

Looking at Chen Yuan, who knew nothing of this and was eating a chicken leg inside the house, he praised him. "At least he knows to eat something first."

Ning Rongrong widened her eyes, pointed at the sky screen, and continued, "Elder, look! They're going to use their Soul Skills together!"

At the edge of the battlefield, a densely packed crowd of Soul Masters and Soul Grandmasters stopped and raised their hands toward Susanoo together.

Zhao Kuo, a man with thick eyebrows and large eyes, shouted, "Everyone, we're all Soul Masters and Soul Grandmasters, and there are over a thousand of us."

"Everyone has seen Chen Yuan's fighting strength."

"None of us is a match for him one-on-one."

"But if we all attack together, he won't be a match for us."

He saw that the Soul Masters around and behind him all agreed, their voices rising in a great clamor.

"I propose we attack together! As for who gets to kill Chen Yuan and become a god on the spot, that depends on everyone's luck!"

His proposal was heard by everyone in the world through the sky screen, which could now broadcast images and sound from the entire battlefield.

A thousand people against one. How exciting...

Many Soul Masters stopped eating and even stopped looking after their children, all so they could watch the sky screen. They were eager to know what would happen next.