Devouring Soul Emperor

After Zhang Yunqiu died, a multi-colored but repulsive, poisonous moth-like Martial Soul quickly emerged from his body.

After Chu Qingyun used his Devouring Martial Soul to devour it, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was actually a Tier Three Martial Soul!

He had always known that many people possessed Tier Three Martial Souls, but this was the first time he had actually obtained one.

The speed at which his Tier Three Devouring Martial Soul devoured another Tier Three Martial Soul had returned to normal; it couldn’t finish in an instant like it did with Tier One and Tier Two Martial Souls.

However, Chu Qingyun wasn’t in a hurry. He only had one Tier Three Martial Soul right now. Even after he finished devouring it, it wouldn’t be enough to upgrade his Devouring Martial Soul to Tier Four.

After finishing off Zhang Yunqiu, Chu Qingyun’s murderous gaze fell upon the remaining trio of Huang Ju and his men.

Targeted by such a gaze, all three men couldn’t help but shudder as fear took root in their hearts.

This feeling struck them as absurd.

’Three mighty Level Nine Martial Artists, scared of a single Level Seven Martial Artist!’

"Chu Qingyun, you dare kill a Captain of the Great Xia Dragon Guards! You’re courting death, provoking the entire organization!" Huang Ju snarled, his face grim.

However, Chu Qingyun was completely unmoved by his threats.

"Huang Ju, by your logic, killing a Captain is provoking the Great Xia Dragon Guards? So when you try to kill us, we’re supposed to just stand still and let you do it? How absurd!"

"The three of you, as Captains of the Great Xia Dragon Guards, hunted me, a mere participant, in this valley for your own gain, and you nearly killed me. Behavior like that is what truly flouts the rules of the Great Xia Dragon Guards. That is the real provocation."

"Even if I kill you, I’d just be purging vermin for the Great Xia Dragon Guards!"

This sharp retort instantly sent Huang Ju and his men into a rage, their faces paling and lips trembling.

"Good. Very good. You think killing Zhang Yunqiu in a sneak attack gives you the strength to fight us Captains? Today, we’ll show you what true strength is!"

"Wen Yanlie, Tan Qiu—kill him!"

With a great roar, Huang Ju was the first to charge toward Chu Qingyun.

At almost the exact same moment, Wen Yanlie and the Captain named Tan Qiu also made their move.

Clearly, the three of them had trained to fight together.

Of the three, Tan Qiu’s Soul Technique was the first to manifest. A mass of small, black, root-like tendrils rapidly sprouted at Chu Qingyun’s feet.

The moment the roots appeared, they coiled around Chu Qingyun’s feet. More and more sprouted, growing longer and creeping upward, threatening to envelop his entire body.

This was the Control-type Soul of Huang Ju’s team. This Soul Technique’s control wasn’t particularly strong, nor could it restrain many targets at once. Its advantage, however, was its speed and the element of surprise.

Seeing Chu Qingyun restrained, a cold sneer touched Huang Ju’s lips. As he accelerated his charge, he unleashed his own Soul Technique. A massive, brilliantly golden hammer materialized in his hand. Leaping high into the air, he brought it crashing down toward Chu Qingyun.

The instant he leaped, Wen Yanlie also made his move, deploying his Iron Wall Soul Technique.

Instantly, two dark, forbidding steel walls appeared at Huang Ju’s sides, ready to defend him at a moment’s notice.

Control, Attack, and Defense—the seamless coordination of the three Soul Technique types left many onlookers dumbfounded and green with envy.

The fighting prowess of a team like that was on a completely different level from three randomly assembled Level Nine Martial Artists!

Right now, Chu Qingyun’s feet were bound and immobile. Above him, Huang Ju’s powerful attack descended, and Huang Ju himself was shielded by a Defensive Soul Technique.

From any angle, the situation looked incredibly disadvantageous for him.

However, Chu Qingyun’s face showed not a hint of panic.

Lightning flared on his Thundercloud Sword. Facing Huang Ju’s assault, he once again slashed out with his blade, "Thunder Sword Momentum!"

’It’s that move again!’

Even with the protection of the Defensive Soul Technique, Huang Ju couldn’t stop the muscles at the corner of his eye from twitching, his heart filled with panic. After all, Zhang Yunqiu’s corpse was still warm beside them.

"Wen Yanlie!" Huang Ju cried out in alarm.

But even before he spoke, Wen Yanlie had already acted. He controlled the two Iron Walls at Huang Ju’s side, rapidly closing them together in front of him, one behind the other.

This perfect coordination brought smiles to the faces of Wen Yanlie and his two companions.

However, before their smiles could fully form, they froze on their faces.

BOOM!

BOOM!

Two deafening booms.

The terrifying power of the Thunder Sword Momentum was unleashed upon the Iron Walls. The twenty-centimeter-thick walls had no resistance at all and were blasted to smithereens, flying apart in all directions!

The speed at which the Iron Walls collapsed was simply too fast, so fast that Wen Yanlie had no chance to use his Primordial Power to support and repair them!

With the Iron Walls shattered, Huang Ju could only face the attack of the Thunder Sword Momentum directly.

Fortunately, after being weakened by the two Iron Walls, the power of this sword strike was greatly reduced. Huang Ju gritted his teeth and smashed his hammer upward, managing to fight it to a standstill. He was forced back to the ground, but he wasn’t instantly killed like Zhang Yunqiu.

"Whew..."

After landing, Huang Ju’s hands trembled slightly as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

His gaze toward Chu Qingyun was now filled with deep apprehension. The three of them had launched a coordinated attack using all of their Soul Techniques, seizing every advantage, yet Chu Qingyun had neutralized it with a single slash!

’Even with a Spirit Level Treasure Sword, the power of that slash is just too immense!’

Just then, Huang Ju felt a sudden tightness around his ankles. Looking down, he saw that at some point, three dark green vines had wrapped themselves firmly around each ankle.

The vines immediately pulled taut, yanking Huang Ju off his feet and dragging him rapidly toward Chu Qingyun.

Huang Ju was scared witless. If he was dragged any closer and Chu Qingyun struck him again, he knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

"Help me! Someone, help me!"

At this point, Huang Ju couldn’t care less about his pride. While screaming for help, he unleashed his Martial Soul, smashing at the vines like a madman.

However, these were Tier Three Ten-Star Vines, enhanced with Tough Soul Techniques; they couldn’t be smashed apart so easily.

’My life is bitter!’ Huang Ju was filled with regret. ’How I wish my Martial Soul was a sharp weapon like a sword or a saber, not this stupid hammer...’

"Damn it!"

The expressions of both Tan Qiu and Wen Yanlie changed drastically as they cursed inwardly.

’Chu Qingyun must have unleashed his Martial Soul Power when he made that slash—or even before it! He’d already prepared a follow-up attack.’

"Iron Wall!"

"Root Binding!"

The two of them unleashed their Soul Techniques once more.

This time, a full four Iron Walls materialized from thin air around Chu Qingyun, whistling as they smashed viciously toward him.

Meanwhile, small black roots erupted from the ground beneath Huang Ju, latching onto his clothes and spreading rapidly upward to pin him to the earth.