Faced with Chen Xiaojie's deliberate provocation, Jing Shaoyu had no room to swallow his pride. If he couldn't defeat his opponent today, both he and Mo Hentian might really be captured and taken back.
"Xiao Mo," Jing Shaoyu called out, recalling the faint stirring he had felt earlier.
"Class Monitor, I'm here," Mo Hentian immediately responded. Her expression was as grim as Jing Shaoyu's. Though she was somewhat slow-witted, she could still understand that they were in trouble again.
"Hold me," Jing Shaoyu said calmly.
"Okay," Mo Hentian replied. Though she didn't fully understand, her actions were swift and decisive. She wrapped her arms around Jing Shaoyu's waist.
Jing Shaoyu also embraced Mo Hentian's waist, and the two of them held each other tightly. Jing Shaoyu's Doomsday Godslaying Spear and Mo Hentian's Sky-Hate Hammer occasionally clashed together. Their strange behavior left Chen Xiaojie utterly confused.
"Have you two given up?" Chen Xiaojie said, his tone tinged with disappointment. "Trash. I was so looking forward to this."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, an extraordinary change occurred in Jing Shaoyu and Mo Hentian, who were still holding each other. An intense blood-red light suddenly erupted from their bodies, engulfing them completely in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only an increasingly blinding crimson glow.
This sudden transformation surprised Chen Xiaojie, but it also excited him. He immediately mobilized his Soul Power, and several streams of water began to swirl around him. His eyes gleamed with a cold light as he stared intently at the red glow, muttering, "Martial Soul Fusion Skill? Interesting!"
As the blood-red light dissipated, Jing Shaoyu and Mo Hentian were nowhere to be seen. In their place stood a ten-meter-tall phantom of a man clad in blood-golden, ferocious armor. The man's face was obscured by a terrifying, murderous mask, but the exposed lips bore a faint resemblance to Jing Shaoyu.
The phantom radiated an overwhelming aura of killing intent. Behind him, the red light seemed to reveal mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In his hand, he wielded a blood-red halberd, its blade inscribed with countless characters symbolizing death. His presence was sharp and unparalleled, like a god of slaughter descended from the heavens.
"What a powerful aura! Such intense killing intent!" Chen Xiaojie's expression shifted slightly, but he showed no signs of retreat. Behind him, three purple and one black Soul Rings emerged, and he unleashed all four of his Soul Skills simultaneously. Endless waves rose behind him, and dozens of water columns surged toward the blood-red phantom.
The phantom, like a god of slaughter, gazed coldly at the incoming water columns, each five meters wide. He took a step forward and swung his halberd with a calm yet deadly precision. In a flash of blood-red light, the crescent-shaped blades of the halberd gleamed with a chilling radiance, effortlessly cleaving through all the water columns and continuing straight toward Chen Xiaojie.
"How bold!" Chen Xiaojie exclaimed, first in shock, then in anger. He immediately retreated into the air, narrowly avoiding the halberd's strike. However, the invisible killing intent tore a gash in the front of his clothes, leaving him shaken with fear.
The Bloodthirsty God of Slaughter didn't pause. With a reverse slash, the Fangtian Halberd, wrapped in dense killing intent, once again swung toward Chen Xiaojie in the air. Chen Xiaojie didn't dare to take it head-on. He could only release a water curtain to slow down the God of Slaughter's movements while retreating to increase the distance between them.
"Hahaha, good, very good!" Chen Xiaojie retreated to a spot fifty meters away from the God of Slaughter in the air and let out a furious laugh. "I didn't expect to misjudge you. So, you're actually two genius students from Shrek Academy. Well, then I won't hold back anymore! Vast Sea!"
With a loud shout, a dazzling blue light erupted from Chen Xiaojie's body. His aura exploded in a frenzy, and in almost the blink of an eye, his presence surged from that of a Soul Saint to a level comparable to a Titled Douluo.
A set of azure-blue armor appeared on his body. The armor was primarily azure-blue, accented with golden lines that outlined mysterious and vast inscriptions. A pair of blue-golden wings spread out behind him, and on his head was a deep blue helmet embedded with gemstones. The entire set of armor exuded exquisite craftsmanship and perfect harmony.
Two-Word Battle Armor, Vast Sea!
"Vast Sea True Form!" Chen Xiaojie, clad in the Battle Armor, shouted again. Behind him, a vast blue sea phantom appeared, and his aura grew even stronger. He looked like an unrivaled overlord of the ocean.
He prepared to end the battle in one move. Raising his hands as if holding up the sky, the sixth Soul Ring behind him glowed. Instantly, a massive water sphere over ten meters in diameter appeared between his hands. The sphere seemed to contain an entire ocean, and all the water elements in the area were drained in an instant. The aura emanating from the water sphere grew increasingly terrifying.
"Boundless Vast Sea!"
With a roar from Chen Xiaojie, the enormous water sphere, both in size and aura, descended like a meteor from the sky, hurtling toward the Bloodthirsty God of Slaughter at an impossible speed.
The Bloodthirsty God of Slaughter naturally didn't wait idly. Gripping the blood-red halberd tightly with both hands, the killing intent around him continuously accumulated, compressed, and solidified, pouring into the Fangtian Halberd. The color of the halberd shifted from blood-red to pitch-black, then from black to pale white in an extremely short time. The nearly tangible killing intent gave the halberd an almost physical form.
"Slaughter God, Annihilate Heaven!" A cold male voice came from the Bloodthirsty God of Slaughter—it was Jing Shaoyu's voice. As his words fell, the pale halberd let out a sharp clang and shot straight toward the massive water sphere.
The halberd pierced through the air, and killing intent filled the entire area. Anyone with a weak mind who entered this space would likely be reduced to a mindless killing machine.
The water sphere and the halberd collided in mid-air. The enormous water sphere exploded, and countless water elements transformed into an impenetrable curtain of water that poured down from the sky. Bean-sized droplets, like steel pellets, clattered against the halberd, the ground, and the phantom of the Bloodthirsty God of Slaughter.
The phantom of the God of Slaughter grew blurry, and its aura became unstable, but it didn't disintegrate.
The long halberd pierced through the dense curtain of water, its power somewhat diminished but its speed undiminished, thrusting straight toward Chen Xiaojie. Chen Xiaojie's expression turned to one of horror as he hastily retreated, but the halberd was faster, striking him squarely in the chest and sending him plummeting from the sky.
"Young Master!" The lieutenant, seeing this, immediately rushed toward Chen Xiaojie, shouting in panic.
He caught Chen Xiaojie, who had not been pierced through by the halberd. His Two-Word Battle Armor had saved him, leaving him with only internal injuries and no external wounds. However, his face was deathly pale and grim. He had never expected the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of these two children to be so powerful!
The Martial Soul Fusion Skill of two Soul Grandmasters had actually overwhelmed him, a Soul Saint-level Two-Word Battle Armor Master. Damn it! From birth to adulthood, Chen Xiaojie had never suffered such humiliation.
On the other side, the Bloody God of Slaughter caught the falling halberd mid-air, his figure flashing as he closed in on Chen Xiaojie and the lieutenant. Without hesitation, he swung the halberd toward their heads, aiming to decapitate them.
"How bold!" A deep, aged voice rang out. An old man suddenly appeared in front of Chen Xiaojie, his body shimmering with blue light. With a wave of his hand, he caught the blade of the halberd barehanded.
The phantom of the God of Slaughter visibly hesitated, then quickly retreated, eyeing the old man warily. Above the old man's head floated nine Soul Rings—four purple, four black, and one red. This was a Titled Douluo!
"At such a young age, yet so bloodthirsty. You will surely become a scourge to the Federation in the future. You cannot be allowed to live!"
The old man snorted coldly, then suddenly spread his hand wide. An enormous palm covered in blue scales appeared, slamming down mercilessly toward the phantom of the God of Slaughter.
A flicker of terror crossed the eyes of the Bloody God of Slaughter. His movements became sluggish, as if the surrounding air had turned into an invisible swamp, rendering him unable to act. He could only watch as the massive blue-scaled palm descended upon him.
A mountain-like aura swept over, causing the phantom to tremble before dissipating completely, leaving Jing Shaoyu and Mo Hentian fully exposed beneath the palm.
"Break!" Just as Jing Shaoyu's mind raced, trying to figure out what to do, a man in flowing white robes suddenly appeared before him. With a single word spoken softly, the terrifying blue-scaled palm shattered into countless points of light and vanished.
"Teacher!" Jing Shaoyu, seeing the familiar figure, immediately called out in joy.
"You dare lay a hand on my Shrek Academy students? You have quite the nerve," Yun Ming said coldly, ignoring Jing Shaoyu as he fixed his gaze on the old man.
The previously arrogant old man was now drenched in cold sweat, trembling uncontrollably. His legs gave way, and he knelt involuntarily, his face filled with terror and fear. "Lord Skygrasp, this... this is a misunderstanding!" he stammered.
He had never expected Yun Ming to actually appear here. This was impossible!
"You know me?" Yun Ming asked, looking at the old man.
"Y-yes," the old man stuttered. "My master is the Ocean Douluo."
"Is that so?" Yun Ming chuckled lightly at the old man's words. "Then what is this boy's relationship with Chen Xinjie?"
At some point, Chen Xiaojie had actually appeared in Yun Ming's hands, causing the old man's face to turn ashen and his body to stiffen like a corpse. His voice trembled as he pleaded, "Your Excellency, he is my master's only grandson. Please, I beg you, do not harm him!"
Chen Xiaojie, held firmly in Yun Ming's grasp, was surprisingly defiant. His face was filled with disdain as he shouted, "So you're Yun Ming? That lawless renegade who disregards the Federation? Go ahead, kill me if you dare! Otherwise, when I grow stronger in the future, I'll destroy your Shrek Academy!"
Hearing Chen Xiaojie's bravado, Jing Shaoyu couldn't help but roll his eyes. The way he spoke, it was as if he had just won a battle. Was he going to shout something like "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't bully the young and poor" next?
"Heh! Ambitious, but unfortunately, your strength doesn't match your words," Yun Ming said indifferently, tossing Chen Xiaojie to the ground like garbage. He then turned to the old man and said, "Tell Chen Xinjie to come to the Sea God Pavilion to retrieve him."
"Your Excellency..." The old man, panicked, quickly tried to dissuade him, but Yun Ming was already gone. Even Jing Shaoyu, the other person, and his young master had vanished without a trace.
The old man was now frantic, as if he had lost his parents, muttering, "It's over! It's all over!"
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