aircannonsinc Chapter 36 Slaying the Soul Douluo
Chapter 36 Slaying the Soul Douluo
however.
Zhong Liren's pupils suddenly dilated.
Ye Chenxing seemed completely unconcerned about the Leopard King, which was gathering its strength for a self-destruction. With a sudden flap of its twelve wings, it not only did not retreat but accelerated, charging straight towards him with an even sharper sword light.
He actually wanted to kill me even like this?!
Zhong Liren was stunned for a moment, then instead of being angry, he was delighted and burst into laughter.
"Kid! Your combat experience is still too green!" His laughter was laced with madness, his face twisted into a ferocious grimace. "Even if your martial soul is extremely effective against me, you can't withstand the self-destruction of my Soul Douluo-level beast soul! Do you want me to die here today?"
He roared wildly, his voice hoarse and strained, as if venting all his fear and anger.
"I see the person who died here—it's you!!"
The beast soul had finished charging, and the Ghost Shadow Leopard King's body swelled to its limit.
At this critical moment, the madness in Zhong Liren's eyes suddenly stopped.
He saw it.
Before the white light of the explosion engulfed everything, he clearly saw a crimson-gold light emerge on Ye Chenxing's body.
The light was not dazzling; it flowed like ripples on Ye Chenxing's body, enveloping him completely.
That's it!
Zhong Liren's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Level 9 Soul Guidance Device.
He had considered that, faced with such a genius, Jing Hongchen would definitely give him a top-tier defensive soul tool. However, a normal defensive soul tool, no matter how high its level, would inevitably be limited by the soul master's original soul power level and would not be able to exert its full potential.
But he never imagined that Jing Hongchen would be willing to give this level-nine soul tool, which he used for self-defense, to this kid he had only just met.
"Mirror Red Dust—you old bastard! You—!!"
I could no longer hear what was said after that.
The terrifying power of the beast soul's self-destruction was fully unleashed at this moment, swallowing up all sounds in the world, leaving only a deathly silence of white.
With a final, silent roar, the Ghostly Leopard King's innate beast soul, belonging to an 80th-level Soul Douluo, exploded, unleashing a destructive surge of energy that swept across the surrounding area like a raging tide.
However, at the very center of this all-consuming explosion, a gigantic phantom of an angel suddenly appeared.
The phantom reached the heavens and the earth, its twelve wings slowly unfolding. Within the phantom, Ye Chenxing's face was calm, and the Angelic Holy Sword in his hand was raised high. In the sky, the clouds were torn apart by an invisible force, and a huge golden pillar of light descended from the sky.
Zhong Liren stared at the light. The golden light was reflected in his terrified pupils, and fear drove him to instinctively recoil. But at this critical moment, he suddenly felt as if his brain had been pricked by a needle.
This is a mental-type soul skill! That's right, it's Ye Chenxing's second soul skill, Mental Connection!
Although it was only for a brief moment, it was enough. Now, Zhongli Ren could only watch as the golden light descended upon him; he had no time to escape!
The golden light, imbued with boundless brilliance and intense heat, pierced straight through the sky and descended upon the earth.
"Angel, judgment."
The whispered, overlapping syllables were incredibly clear amidst the roar of the explosion, like a divine oracle.
The golden beam of light fell on Zhong Liren, instantly engulfing him.
In an instant, the pillar of light suddenly expanded, bursting forth with a deafening roar amidst the blinding golden light. The earth trembled violently, and terrifying shockwaves carrying debris and dust soared into the sky, engulfing the surrounding area of several dozen feet in swirling smoke and dust.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a charred crater tens of feet in diameter was left on the ground.
At the bottom of the deep pit, Zhongli Ren lay there on his back, facing the sky.
His body was already mangled beyond recognition. The backlash from self-destructing his natal beast soul and the effects of the Deprivation of Fate had left him weaker than ever before, while the Angel's Judgment strike had completely shattered his last line of defense from the outside.
His soul power had long since dried up, his limbs were twisted at bizarre angles, his chest was caved in, and blood soaked through his tattered black robe. The once invincible Evil Soul Douluo was now completely exhausted, with only his last breath remaining.
The golden light faded, and the wings vanished.
Ye Chenxing dispelled his fusion with his martial soul, reverting to his original youthful appearance, and slowly descended from mid-air. Qian Renxue's figure quietly faded behind him, transforming into a ray of light and returning to her martial soul.
He stood before Zhongli Ren, looking down at his dying enemy. The boy's face showed some weariness, but his tone remained calm.
"Tell me, who leaked my information?"
Zhongli Ren did not answer.
He lay on the scorched ground, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his blood-stained face, a smile that looked particularly terrifying on his mutilated features.
"The cult leader... will help me... take revenge..."
"Yeah"
Ye Chenxing raised his hand and extended his index finger. A flash of fire appeared, and a line of fire shot out, striking Zhong Liren squarely between the eyebrows.
"I will personally escort him down to see you."
As the words fell, flames erupted from between his brows, engulfing Zhong Liren's body and burning away all the remaining evil energy on him, leaving not even a wisp of black smoke behind.
The opponent's evil soul power transformed into a pure energy and flowed into his first soul ring.
After killing an evil spirit master, the angelic spirit can enhance one's strength. Zhong Liren's level 80+ spirit power is undoubtedly a great supplement to Ye Chenxing. He stores it in his first spirit ring, which has the properties of a six-winged angel, to be absorbed in the future.
Ye Chenxing lowered his hand, glanced at the scorch marks on the ground, and suddenly sighed.
"It's a pity there's no Soul Bone."
He rummaged through the ashes again, but found nothing. That makes sense; this guy, to conceal his identity, naturally wouldn't carry any storage soul tools that could reveal his origins.
That's it.
Ye Chenxing took two steps back and sat down on a relatively intact rock. The composure he had maintained during the battle finally crumbled at this moment. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, and he had no soul power left.
Ye Chenxing took a deep breath, her heart still pounding in her chest, unsure whether it was from exhaustion or excitement.
Contra.
He actually defeated a Soul Master.
With the power of a Great Soul Master, he overcame six major rank barriers and defeated an eight-ring Soul Douluo head-on. If such a feat were to spread, the entire Soul Master world of the continent would be shaken.
Even if the opponent wasn't going all out, if it were any other Great Soul Master, let alone defeating a Soul Douluo, they'd be lucky if they didn't wet their pants when the opponent showed their eighth ring.
However, Zhong Liren should perhaps be thankful that if he were fully armed and equipped with his level-eight soul tool, Ye Chenxing would have had no choice but to regretfully consume a Command Seal.
He will then face Qian Renxue, the Limit Douluo who once suppressed all the evil soul masters in the Douluo Continent for a hundred years.
Ye Chenxing knew in his heart that although he seemed to be holding back his strength this time, it was actually extremely dangerous.
His second soul skill, Spiritual Detection, gave him the advantage of anticipating the enemy's moves and allowed him to make perfectly accurate judgments about the situation, ensuring that every action and every move he made was executed flawlessly.
His ability to restrain evil spirit masters, his fusion with Qian Renxue, and the combination of various factors enabled him to accomplish such a feat. Just as he was immersed in his excitement, Qian Renxue's voice echoed in his mind:
"Morning Star, Master Jing has arrived."
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Let's rewind ten minutes.
Xu Ping is the vice-captain of the Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps. He is an eighth-level Soul Master and of royal lineage, but his rise to his current position is not solely due to his bloodline, but also to his ability to read people and his unwavering insight in never taking the wrong side.
Today, I led a team to conduct routine military exercises on the outskirts of the Jingyang Mountains. The weather was clear, my subordinates were obedient, and everything proceeded smoothly.
He was in a very good mood.
Until two panting teenagers, led by his deputy, stumbled and rushed up to him.
Xu Ping recognized the highly distinctive feature at a glance; with his shrewd and tactful nature, how could he mistake it?
With her wine-red hair, Meng Hongchen is Jing Hongchen's beloved granddaughter. And beside her, the pale-faced boy with tightly pursed lips—who else could it be but Xiao Hongchen?
What are the grandchildren of that person from Mingdetang doing here?
Xu Ping instinctively put on a smile and was about to start a small talk when Meng Hongchen interrupted him hastily.
"Commander Xu! My grandfather and a member of the royal family have been attacked in the Jingyang Mountains! Three Soul Douluos and one Title Douluo are among them. We urgently request your assistance!"
"...What?"
Xu Ping's smile froze on his face.
It took him about three seconds to process that sentence.
The Mirror Hall Master and members of the royal family were besieged by at least four high-level Soul Masters in his jurisdiction, including a Title Douluo!
If either of these two were to get into trouble right under his nose, he would be out of a job.
"adjutant!"
He practically roared, "Assemble the troops immediately! Notify the regimental headquarters that there's a Title Douluo-level threat in the Jingyang Mountains! Requesting reinforcements! I'll lead the men over first, you follow!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already grabbed Xiao Hongchen's shoulder.
"Gentlemen, let's talk as we walk."
The moment the flying soul tool unfolded, Xu Ping heard the narration of the two children behind him, and his face gradually darkened.
Evil Soul Master.
He wasn't some clueless greenhorn. Having climbed to the position of deputy commander, he knew a little about the dealings between the royal family and these guys.
However, to his utter surprise, those people actually dared to target the head of Mingde Hall and the direct descendants of the royal family.
Looking down at the two children whose faces were filled with fear, Xu Ping tried to soften his tone.
"Your grandfather is the head of the Mingde Hall. With his strength, he'll definitely be fine." He patted Xiao Hongchen on the shoulder, then looked at Meng Hongchen. "As for that prince..."
He paused for a moment.
What could they do? Three Soul Douluos and one Title Douluo—if they were really after that person, he couldn't imagine how that prince could possibly be unharmed.
Xu Ping's lips moved, but in the end he could only sigh.
"His Majesty will seek justice for him."
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On the other end.
Jing Hongchen had pushed his flying soul tool to its limit. Golden wings trailed two blinding flames behind him, and the humming sound of overload operation resembled some kind of scream.
He's been anxious many times in his life. He was anxious because of the soul tool experiment, and he was anxious because he lost to Shrek Academy.
But never before had he been so anxious that he wished he could hang three more flying soul tools on his body and insert seven more milk bottles.
His grandchildren, and the future of the empire, are now in dire straits; how could he not be anxious!
His initial assessment was clear: the three men were after him, and the Soul Warrior who was chasing them would definitely take the child hostage to blackmail him. If the three of them ran separately, ideally one of them could escape, while the other two would be safe.
But as time went on, Jing Hongchen realized he was wrong.
The Contra warrior who chased after him never returned.
Jing Hongchen's heart slowly sank.
In his view, if the other party's main objective was indeed him, they would have acted quickly and decisively. The other party should also know that with their current lineup, it would be impossible for them to defeat him, a level nine Soul Master, in a short period of time.
Therefore, the other party would definitely choose to capture his juniors to threaten him. But the other party has not returned yet, and he really can't imagine that the three children could defeat or hold off a Soul Douluo. So there is only one answer—
They weren't targeting him from the start.
It's the morning star!
The thought hit him like a bucket of ice water. He dared not think about it. He dared not think about how he would face Elder Kong and the future of the empire if something happened to Chenxing.
He recklessly unleashed everything he could, his soul tools bombarding relentlessly without regard for consumption. He forced the three men back, seized an opening, broke free from the battle, and chased after Ye Chenxing and the other two in the direction they had fled.
At this moment, the soul power circuit of the flying soul tool had already started to alarm, but he couldn't care less.
"You must be alright—you must be alright—"
Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed through the dense forest ahead.
Immediately following was a muffled explosion, as if something had suddenly burst open in the forest.
Jing Hongchen's heart tightened sharply.
He suddenly accelerated, almost shooting himself in that direction like a cannonball.
The clearing in the dense forest was a scene of utter devastation.
When Jing Hongchen rushed into the scorched clearing, the first thing she saw was the boy sitting by the rock.
Her short white hair was tinged with gray, her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her breathing was shallow and rapid, and she exuded a kind of weakness that came from being completely drained.
Ye Chenxing slowly opened her eyes and saw that it was Jing Hongchen. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
Jing Hongchen rushed over in three steps, lifted Ye Chenxing up from the ground, placed his palm on Ye Chenxing's back, and probed into him with his powerful soul energy.
"Don't speak."
His hands trembled slightly. His soul power carefully circulated through Ye Chenxing's meridians, thoroughly examining every corner from limbs to internal organs. He knew the evil soul master's methods all too well, and although he saw that Ye Chenxing was safe and sound, he couldn't afford to relax for even a moment.
a circle.
Two laps.
There was nothing there. His meridians were intact, and although his soul power was depleted, he hadn't suffered any damage. Apart from exhaustion, the child didn't even have a single decent injury.
Jing Hongchen was stunned for a moment, then let out a long breath, and his whole body visibly relaxed.
"Chenxing, do you know how dangerous that was? How could you face it all by yourself? If something had happened to you, how would I explain it to Master Kong?"
Ye Chenxing shook his head and said with a wry smile:
"Master, in that situation, should I really drag Meng and Xiao into my danger?"
Jing Hongchen opened his mouth, a few words rolled through his throat, but in the end they only turned into a low, hoarse sigh.
"You silly child..."
His eyes were a little sore.
At that very moment, Ye Chenxing's importance in his heart quietly shed all the calculations and considerations of a superior. It was no longer merely the delight of eyeing a peerless genius, nor was it an expectation for the future of the empire.
Deep in Jing Hongchen's heart, this young man had completely crossed the boundary called "interests" and truly become "his junior" whom he was willing to protect without reason and favor without any bottom line.