Do You Want to Dance Too?! Sealed?

Chen Yuan chewed the chicken, declaring it delicious. Then, as he chewed, he stopped. He heard a dense patter of footsteps and shouting.

Through Susanoo's eyes, he saw a hunting party of more than a thousand Soul Masters and Soul Grandmasters, every one of them having released their Martial Soul.

"Do you want to dance too?!"

He smiled, quickly swallowed the chicken, stuffed what he was holding into his backpack, slung it on his back, and merged his body into Susanoo.

"H-his body! How did it enter the Soul Skill?!" Lu Chen cried, pointing at the ten-meter-tall Susanoo. Chen Yuan's body was seven or eight meters off the ground inside it.

The enormous Susanoo radiated purple light, its right hand gripping an oversized sword whose blade shimmered with the same divine purple light.

Ning Rongrong screamed, "Elder, look!"

"I see it." Chen Xin stared at the sky screen, watching Chen Yuan merge with Susanoo.

A skill that lets a person merge with a Soul Skill? Very unusual.

It had to be said that the longer they watched, the more people began to admit that the man being hunted by the world's Soul Masters had some skills.

Unfortunately, with countless people hunting him, there was no way he would survive ten days.

Even surviving one day would be difficult.

He had run into a siege by more than a thousand people before he had even left the village. He had already dealt with three hundred, and now another vast crowd had arrived.

Zhao Kuo watched the crowd stir and shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone! Follow my orders!"

"He's only one man, and we have more than a thousand. The advantage is ours!"

Chen Yuan smiled. The advantage is yours? That sounds awfully familiar.

Ye Man, Shen Lie, and the other Soul Grandmasters shouted in support, "That's right, the advantage is ours!"

Chen Yuan's expression grew even stranger. He really had heard those words before, and the person who said them seemed to have suffered a defeat like a mountain collapsing.

The crowd of more than a thousand settled down and stared at the enormous Susanoo as one.

Zhao Kuo shouted, "I have a binding-type Martial Soul and can use binding Soul Skills!"

"Anyone else who can use binding Soul Skills, step forward!"

"I can," Xu Yanran said with a smile. "My Martial Soul is the Dew Condensing Flower. Its Soul Skill, Entangling Silk Dewdrops, can bind an enemy's body."

"Me too," Lu Zhou said firmly. "My Martial Soul is the Mysterious Iron Vine. I can use two binding Soul Skills."

Gu Chen stepped forward. "An ice-type Martial Soul, with an Ice Seal effect."

More than a dozen people with binding Martial Souls stepped out from among the thousand.

They stood together in the front row, gazing at Susanoo with full confidence.

"Very good!" Zhao Kuo shouted.

"Now, listen to my orders! The front row will use Soul Skills to bind his body. Everyone behind them, use your attack skills and kill him together!"

"Whoever kills him will become a god on the spot! And once that happens, all thousand-plus of us will be a god's team!"

He had roared out the words "become a god on the spot," and his deafening declaration that they would be a god's team made everyone's eyes light up.

That was right. Whoever killed him would become a god on the spot, so wouldn't those fighting alongside him become a god's teammates?

Someone immediately said, "Let's all agree that whoever kills him and becomes a god can't abandon the rest of us."

"Don't worry! If I become a god, you'll all be my family!" someone shouted.

"Attack!" Zhao Kuo said firmly.

He was the first to use a Soul Skill. "Soul Skill! Earth Pattern Confinement!" Strange patterns spread across the ground, reaching Susanoo's feet and winding upward.

"Soul Skill! Entangling Silk Dewdrops!" Xu Yanran used her Soul Skill, shooting out strands of silk bearing rainwater.

"Soul Skill, Withered Vine Foot Entanglement!"

"Soul Skill, Vine Cage Imprisonment!"

"Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Rocks Body Confinement!"

Several Soul Grandmasters used binding Soul Skills together. More than a dozen different binding lights intertwined and spread to Susanoo's feet, instantly surrounding and binding its enormous body.

Even the greatsword in Susanoo's right hand was bound along with it.

"Great! Hahaha, we did it!"

"We've sealed him!" Zhao Kuo was elated. This was the first time he had organized a thousand-strong hunting party to hunt down one person, and the plan had succeeded.

Chen Yuan had killed a Soul Elder and three hundred others before, leaving many people shaken.

The thousand-plus Soul Masters behind them were likewise stunned as they watched the giant being sealed and bound with their own eyes.

"He's been sealed!" Xiao Wu said in shock.

Tang San watched the sky screen, observing every movement on the battlefield.

Those people were smart, especially their leader. He was capable of commanding a battle, turning a heap of loose sand into an army of Soul Masters.

This was not as simple as one plus one.

Even so, he felt that Chen Yuan was even less ordinary.

Even his own secret of being a transmigrator had been exposed.

Chen Yuan couldn't have only this much in reserve. What was more, he strongly suspected that Chen Yuan was a transmigrator too.

And a powerful one at that.

That meant he still had powerful methods in reserve. These people...

Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu watched.

"Is it about to end?" The people of Spirit Hall began to slow their steps. They still had no idea how far they were from the battlefield.

Bibi Dong frowned. Her intuition told her it would not end so easily.

"I'll wager my contract on it! He won't die!" someone shouted in a corner of the continent, his face flushed red. They were sitting together drinking, and when they got into the spirit of it, they started betting on Chen Yuan's battle on the sky screen.

The gambling-house owner said, "Don't you die on me! Too many people have bet on you dying. If you die, I'll have to pay out till I'm ruined."

The only people on the entire continent wishing Chen Yuan wouldn't die too quickly were gambling-house owners. Business was booming, and everyone was betting on Chen Yuan's death.

"Quick, attack skills!" Zhao Kuo shouted at once.

"Soul Skill! Bear Shakes Mountains and Rivers!" The black bear Martial Soul behind Xing Wu roared and charged out fiercely, its feet pounding the battlefield with a rumble as it raced toward Susanoo.

At the same time.

"Soul Skill, Wind Blade Butterfly Dance!" Countless butterflies danced through the air, unusually dazzling wind blades flashing around their bodies.

"Soul Skill, Spirit Fish Charge!" The phantom of a fish made of water took shape and crashed forward.

"Vibrating Fist Force!" Fang Yue's Martial Soul was unusual: the Mountain-Splitting Gauntlets. Worn on his hands, they could strike a person through a mountain. He threw a punch, shaking the air and forming a fist-shaped imprint that slammed forward.

More than a thousand people unleashed their Soul Skills together, creating a terrifying sight. On the ground, running Martial Souls used Soul Skills. In midair, flying Soul Skills blazed with firelight and icy light. High above, more Soul Skills fell like rain.

"Gulp!" Soul Masters across the continent were scared stiff at the sight.

He's finished.

One Soul Master immediately made a bet. He had originally set out for the village himself, but judging by the scene, there was no need to go. It was about to end.

With someone organizing the battle and directing a thousand Soul Masters in the siege, many people thought Chen Yuan would die.

"Who could hold that off?" a Soul Master said, shaking his head. "Even a Soul Elder couldn't block it, right?"

His physical body would be battered to death.

"Your Holiness the Pope." The people of Spirit Hall no longer thought his chances were good and turned to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong said nothing, gazing at the multicolored Soul Skills on the sky screen.

Can he block them?

If they kill him, a new god will be born. Will my Spirit Hall still have a place to stand? Many thoughts ran through her mind, and she was deeply unwilling to accept it.

Qian Daoliu shouted, "You little brat, hang on!"

"I haven't arrived yet, so don't you die!"

If you die, how am I supposed to become a god?

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others watched.

"Boom!!" The countless Soul Skills struck the bound Susanoo, producing a tremendous explosion as multicolored light burst forth.

People across the entire continent watched.

"Is he dead?" a Soul Master asked.

Is he dead or not?

Even Bibi Dong grew nervous, clenching her fists until her nails dug into her flesh.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Chen Xin-face after face watched the battlefield on the sky screen.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Something's wrong!" Qian Renxue shouted. "He's not dead!" According to the rules for his death, a god should have been born on the spot, and a god's birth would surely be accompanied by a strange phenomenon.

The light of the explosion faded, revealing a gigantic Susanoo shimmering with purple light, standing where it had been with the greatsword in its hand.