"Little cub, finally caught you."
Zhongli Di looked at the boy within arm's reach, grinning ferociously. As a peak Soul Douluo, one of the three brothers, he'd been toyed with by this kid.
All sorts of flashy moves made him want to die.
He couldn't imagine how one person had so many techniques.
"Die!"
Staff swung down.
Dense black mist formed at the tip, surging rapidly toward Su Wen and the other.
At the same time, a black soul ring rose underfoot.
Clearly, he was going all out.
In mid-air.
The flying soul tool was already stored; now relying on Wang Dong'er's Bright Goddess Butterfly for flight, which is why they were caught so quickly. The two were wrapped in a light cocoon, but if they didn't act soon, it'd be too late. A peak Soul Douluo's full strike couldn't be withstood by flesh.
But the next instant.
Su Wen suddenly opened his eyes.
In Wang Dong'er's pupils, a light blue glow reflected.
Their bodies fused, reaching a critical point.
Emerald green and sky blue fully merged.
In everyone's stunned gaze.
A goddess figure descended.
As if carrying pressure from ancient times.
Eyes ethereal, indifferent, casting a gaze like on ants, even more imposing than Snow Empress. Her flowing azure long dress danced lightly, syncing with Su Wen behind her.
"Empress Sword!"
Su Wen uttered two words.
The woman did the same.
An ice crystal longsword slowly condensed in her hand, then slashed out.
"Dodge!!!"
Zhongli Tian roared.
His expression terrified; this brush with death made his scalp tingle. It probably wouldn't kill him, but it'd definitely injure!
They wanted to retreat unscathed...
But it was too late.
Zhongli Di was closest, just a step away, hit by the Empress Sword.
Frost silently spread over his body. Zhongli Di felt half his body numb, heart horrified—he couldn't move half his body!
Even more terrifying.
Zhongli Di's eighth soul skill, the surging dense black mist around him, was also frozen. Terrifying cold spread inside him, rampaging. For a moment, he fell from mid-air.
"Damn!"
Zhongli Tian gritted his teeth in rage.
"Little bastard, seeking death!"
Zhongli Ren saw his second brother injured; brotherly bonds made him act instinctively, summoning his beast spirit to charge at Su Wen and the other.
But the next instant, the boy hooked his lips.
"Empress Palm!"
Su Wen was one step ahead of Zhongli Ren; the goddess's palm pressed against his chest.
"No!" Zhongli Tian, who had caught the half-frozen, temporarily immobilized Zhongli Di, suddenly shrank his pupils.
"Boom!"
Cold intent bloomed brilliantly like fireworks inside Zhongli Ren.
Countless ice spikes condensed at his chest, visibly occupying his dantian, heart, and countless vessels, then bursting from his back like a porcupine through his heart.
"Pfft~"
Su Wen's lips curved, adding sound.
Zhongli Ren's eyes bloodshot, he slowly looked down at the devastating chest wound. Heart riddled with tiny ice spikes into a sieve, dantian destroyed, countless vessels burst.
Then, silently fell.
Buried in this dense forest.
"Little bastard, I'll kill you!!!" Zhongli Tian roared.
His third brother's life aura vanished visibly; now it was probably impossible to save.
The three were blood-bound, deeply bonded; even one death was a huge blow to the others.
"Don't be mad."
Su Wen's face paled for a moment but still smiled.
"My grudge with your Holy Spirit Cult is just beginning..."
"Beast!" Before Zhongli Tian could advance, several figures rushed from the city walls.
Speeding toward here.
The leader like a meteor, vast gentle light blue soul power. Moonlight recovery already sprinkled on Su Wen.
"Die!"
Followed by a ferocious blood moon smashing toward Zhongli Tian.
...
Shrek City Walls.
Clap clap clap~
"Wonderful battle."
Xian Lin'er shook her head, sighing. "I didn't expect him to have a trump card at the key moment... I almost couldn't hold back from intervening."
As Super Douluo level powerhouses.
The instant the signal flare rose, within a second, they reached Shrek's walls, fully witnessing this life-and-death chase. Su Wen's endless trump cards and close calls nearly made them act.
But the final outcome was.
Su Wen and Wang Dong, aside from soul power exhaustion, were basically unharmed.
But the three pursuing evil soul masters: one dead, one injured (temporarily incapacitated).
This record was quite shocking.
"He has a martial soul fusion ultimate with the Bright Goddess Butterfly?" Elder Lin pondered.
"Yes." Yan Shaozhe remained calm, nodding slightly, but inwardly confused. As martial department dean, how could he not know?
"Since they held out until Lexuan and the others arrived, we've fulfilled our duty as old folks, haha. Truly, each generation surpasses the last; someday they'll wash us up on the beach." Elder Zhuang laughed heartily.
Of course, dragging him along was purely for logistics.
If Su Wen was in trouble, he'd spam skills without a word.
But for those three evil soul masters...
Was he supposed to revive them?
...
Sea God Pavilion.
Top floor.
The spacious meeting room held only Yan Shaozhe and Mu En.
The latter closed his eyes, gently tapping the wooden handle, finally opening them slowly. "Shaozhe, from this incident, what can you deduce?"
"They're targeting Xiao Wen." Yan Shaozhe said decisively.
"And quite seriously."
"Otherwise, they wouldn't send the Zhongli brothers."
"Correct." Mu En nodded slightly.
"The Zhongli brothers, infamous decades ago but suddenly vanished Wu Yun, even... experts rivaling Elder Xuan. Elder Mu, this Holy Spirit Cult is beyond my imagination." Yan Shaozhe took a deep breath, speaking gravely.
"Should we...?" He gave an inquiring look.
"No."
Mu En shook his head.
"Actually, the Holy Spirit Cult has deeper foundations than you imagine; what's surfaced is just the tip of the iceberg."
"What?!!" Yan Shaozhe's pupils shook.
This was just the tip?
"Notify all academy branches: strengthen defenses recently, retract expansion areas, and elders must stay alert... Never mind, I'll say it myself at the Sea God Pavilion meeting."
"Also, don't forget preparations for the Continental Soul Master Tournament..."
"Yes!"
Yan Shaozhe nodded heavily and left, burdened.