Devouring Soul Emperor

The number of Level Nine Martial Artists, whether in the Martial Soul Hall or the Great Xia Dragon Guard, is staggering.

For example, during that special mission last time, the Martial Soul Hall dispatched more than five hundred Level Nine Martial Artists to each of the final six towns, for a total of over three thousand!

They sent so many Level Nine Martial Artists, even knowing they would all be wiped out in the end.

’It’s clear the Martial Soul Hall doesn’t care at all, even about losing over three thousand Level Nine Martial Artists. They must have far more.’

’If all those Level Nine Martial Artists became Tier One Martial Spirits, even at the lowest level of strength, it would be a terrifying prospect.’

’After all, no matter how weak they were, they would still be true Martial Spirit Realm experts.’

’I can slaughter them like chickens, but that doesn’t mean other Half-Step Martial Spirits could do the same.’

’And if their numbers grew large enough, even I couldn’t guarantee victory!’

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP...

Just as Chu Qingyun was reeling in shock and uncertainty, the soft sound of clapping suddenly came from behind him.

Snapping his head around, Chu Qingyun saw a middle-aged man in a green robe walking toward him, clapping his hands.

The moment he saw the man, Chu Qingyun was instantly on guard.

He sensed an aura of extreme danger from this person, a feeling he hadn’t even had when facing Heaven-Reaching Clouds!

"As expected of a super genius from the Great Xia Dragon Guard," the middle-aged man said with a faint smile, looking at Chu Qingyun. "Those pieces of trash were indeed no match for you. It’s a good thing Lord Mu sent me along."

"Trash?"

Chu Qingyun stared at the middle-aged man. "When did the Martial Soul Hall become so formidable that it considers Tier One Martial Spirits to be trash?"

A Martial Spirit Realm expert, even a Tier One at the lowest level, would be a lordly Guard General within the Great Xia Dragon Guard, possessing considerable power and status.

’And now, this middle-aged man just called five Tier One Martial Spirits trash and even stood by and watched them die.’

Chu Qingyun felt this situation was growing stranger by the second.

"A man about to die shouldn’t ask so many questions."

"Chu Qingyun, remember this: the name of the man who killed you is Blue Ink!"

As soon as the man named Blue Ink spoke, the momentum about him abruptly changed. A sharp fierceness replaced his earlier nonchalance.

A terrifying, suffocating aura surged from his body, pressing down on Chu Qingyun.

This aura was not only far stronger than that of the previous five men but also more substantial. It pressed down on Chu Qingyun like a mountain, causing his body to tremble instinctively.

’A Tier Two Martial Spirit!’

Feeling this immense pressure, Chu Qingyun’s expression darkened further. ’They didn’t just send five Tier One Martial Spirits, but also a Tier Two. This is definitely no random attack. Who on earth leaked my whereabouts to the Martial Soul Hall?’

"Chu Qingyun, will you surrender and die, or will you struggle in vain?"

Blue Ink’s momentum was overwhelming as he spoke in a heavy voice, as if he already had the entire situation under control.

"Surrender and die? Struggle in vain?"

Chu Qingyun couldn’t help but sneer.

’The opponents I’ve run into lately are each more confident than the last.’

"Iron Thread Ten-Star Vine!"

With a soft cry, Chu Qingyun unleashed the power he had been holding back: his Iron Thread Ten-Star Vine, which had only recently advanced to Tier Four!

A green light flickered, and a vine over two meters tall sprouted from thin air behind Chu Qingyun.

The moment the Iron Thread Ten-Star Vine appeared, without Chu Qingyun deliberately suppressing it, a tyrannical aura surged to the heavens, instantly forcing back Blue Ink’s own aura!

Members of the Martial Soul Hall were extremely sensitive to the auras of Martial Souls of a higher tier than their own.

Feeling the suppressive aura of the Tier Four Martial Soul, Blue Ink’s Heart and Mind wavered. The momentum he had built and the confidence he had gathered were swept away in an instant!

"Blue Ink, die!"

"Profound Celestial Divine Pattern!"

Seizing this momentary opening, a cyan light flared around Chu Qingyun as he lunged at Blue Ink like a whirlwind.

Behind him, ten vines shot out from the Martial Soul. Though launched second, they arrived first, striking at Blue Ink from all directions even before Chu Qingyun reached him.

"You’re courting death!"

Facing the sudden assault of the vines, Blue Ink roared as a massive amount of Primordial Power erupted from his body. The Primordial Power of a Tier Two Martial Spirit was tyrannical, and it forcefully blasted back all ten vines!

However, after withstanding a blow from the Tier Four Martial Soul, Blue Ink was not unscathed. He let out a muffled grunt and surreptitiously retreated half a step.

"Thunder Light Sword Qi!"

By now, Chu Qingyun was upon him, bringing his sword down with all his might. The razor-sharp Sword Qi made Blue Ink’s pupils shrink.

"Blue Light Saber!"

Blue Ink shouted as blue light gathered before him, instantly condensing into a deep blue long saber.

Gleaming with a deep blue light, the saber rose to meet Chu Qingyun’s slash.

CLANG!

The piercing shriek of metal scraping against metal.

A crack suddenly appeared on the Blue Light Saber.

Blue Ink’s eyelids twitched violently.

’I’m a Tier Two Martial Spirit with a Tier Three Martial Soul, yet a Half-Step Martial Spirit cracked my saber with a single strike!’

"Die!"

Blue Ink gripped the saber’s hilt and slashed back against the momentum, aiming for Chu Qingyun.

As he injected Primordial Power into it, the blue glow on the Blue Light Saber flared intensely. Its aura grew even sharper, and the crack rapidly repaired itself.

’A Tier Two Martial Spirit really is impressive...’

Chu Qingyun sighed inwardly. He knew his current Thunder Light Sword Qi wasn’t enough to handle Blue Ink, so he used the force of the clash to leap backward, dodging the slash.

Just as Blue Ink was about to give chase, he suddenly saw two vines appear before him, lashing toward him like vicious whips!

"You damned things! Break!"

Blue Ink roared, and a dazzling blue light flashed from his saber as he viciously chopped at the vines.

However, after the Ten-Star Vine Martial Soul was upgraded to Tier Four, its strength had taken a qualitative leap. Its Passive Soul Technique, tenacity, had also been greatly enhanced.

It withstood a direct slash from the Tier Two Martial Spirit without breaking, only being cut about halfway through!

After using his Blue Light Saber to block the Iron Thread Ten-Star Vine’s attack, Blue Ink completely lost his chance to pursue Chu Qingyun and found himself locked in a bitter struggle with the vines.

Under Chu Qingyun’s near-perfect control, the ten vines surrounded Blue Ink from all directions, lashing at him relentlessly.

In almost every instant, two or more vines were attacking him!

Primordial Power surged violently from Blue Ink’s body, and he pushed the long saber in his hand to its absolute limit, causing it to glow with a piercing, azure light.

Despite this, he remained trapped in a bitter struggle under the vines’ dense assault, completely unable to break free.

’These ten vines are just too difficult to deal with. Each of my full-power slashes can only cut halfway through one, but with Chu Qingyun’s endless supply of Primordial Power, the wounds recover almost instantly.’

’At this rate, this fight will never end!’

However, they were very close to the County City, and Blue Ink had no desire to prolong his entanglement with Chu Qingyun.

"Get lost!"

A tyrannical burst of Primordial Power erupted from Blue Ink’s body, blasting back all the vines at once.

He then fixed Chu Qingyun with an icy glare and sneered, "Chu Qingyun, I didn’t expect you to have another trick up your sleeve. To think you possess a Tier Four Martial Soul."

"But you will die all the same!"

"True Martial Soul!"