"There's also a Soul Emperor? You're asking for death!"
The leader of the attackers sneered at the six soul rings beneath Wu Zhangkong's feet, emitting a sharp, night owl-like laugh. A blinding bolt of lightning erupted from his vertical pupil.
The sixth soul ring beneath the three-eyed evil soul master's feet suddenly lit up, and blood-red cracks spread across the vertical eye on his forehead. His purple-black feathers moved without wind.
Twisted lightning coalesced into a vortex deep within his pupils. In an instant, the metal frame of the entire carriage groaned in agony, the air filled with the acrid smell of burning ozone. Arcs of electricity simultaneously shattered all glass objects into fine powder.
"Soul-Cursing Demon Eye!"
The leader didn't hold back against Wu Zhangkong, a Soul Emperor, launching his most proficient sixth soul skill immediately.
With a thunderous roar, a black lightning column as thick as a water pipe erupted. Wherever it passed, window glass melted instantly, and alloy seats twisted into pretzel shapes under the intense heat.
The passengers' screams were drowned out by the thunderstorm. Several nearby passengers bled from their seven orifices, clutching their heads and rolling on the ground before losing consciousness in the blink of an eye.
His mutated martial soul was called the Three-Eyed Thunderhawk. The single eye on his forehead was its strongest attack point, capable of releasing black lightning that attacked souls, which is why he was branded as an evil soul master. After accidentally injuring someone once, he was forced to flee and join the Holy Spirit Sect.
Wu Zhangkong's pupils contracted sharply. The Skyfrost Sword hummed warningly in his palm, and icy-blue soul power surged up his spine.
When the lightning was just three inches from his face, he abruptly bit his tongue, spraying blood imbued with icy breath onto the blade, snapping out of the soul-shaking effect.
"Two-Word Battle Armor—Sky Frost!"
Amidst the shattering of ice crystals, frost-patterned armor erupted from beneath his skin. A cold-marrow-forged headband secured his temples, golden cloud patterns emerged on his faceplate, and shoulder armor extended six icy prisms, refracting star-like brilliance under the lightning.
The moment the battle armor fused with his body, Wu Zhangkong's soul power surged explosively. His frost domain expanded violently, forcing the black lightning back by half a foot, emitting fluctuations that rivaled those of a Soul Douluo!
A Two-Word Battle Armor Master could amplify a Soul King's power by twenty levels. Wu Zhangkong, a sixty-nine-level Soul Emperor, unleashed strength comparable to an eighty-five-level Soul Douluo when fully powered.
"A Two-Word Battle Armor Master!"
The three-eyed evil soul master's lips twitched, his nails digging deeply into his palms. The intricately interlocking soul-guided structures, the crystalline armor plates shimmering with starglow—every detail pierced his nerves painfully.
If not for the trap set by the Holy Spirit Sect years ago, he should have lived openly in the world…
With his talent, he might have had a chance to become a Battle Armor Master.
Wu Zhangkong flicked his sword finger lightly, and the Skyfrost Sword emitted a clear dragon-like cry, slicing through the thunder. "You rats hiding in the shadows will never understand true power."
"A Battle Armor Master? So what—you're still just a Soul Emperor."
The evil Soul Douluo roared furiously, resisting the gravity domain and rising to his feet.
The recoil force instantly doubled Gu La's pressure, his soul power draining like a flood. If not for his meridians being strengthened by the primordial essence of a divine beast, this backlash could have severely wounded him, even shattering his martial soul.
Even so, Gu La wasn't faring well. Being on the soul-guided train meant his soul power recovery rate was slower than on the ground, leaving his soul power in a constant cycle of depletion and partial restoration—a truly unpleasant sensation!
The other two evil Soul Emperors barely adapted to the seventyfold gravity field. Seeing that Gu La's soul skill showed no signs of ending, their soul rings flashed, preparing to unleash long-range attacks.
Wu Zhangkong didn't bother looking. His Frost Moon Ice Wheel was already in motion. Eighteen crescent-shaped ice blades spun into a ring, cutting through the air with shrieks akin to wailing ghosts.
Under the suppression of the gravity domain, the evil soul masters had nowhere to dodge, helpless as the ice wheel tore through their protective soul power. Blood blossomed in the carriage, shattered purple-black feathers mixed with shards of ice, swirling chaotically through the air.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Frost Condensation!"
The already freezing temperature of the Skyfrost Sword dropped further, enhancing all attributes comprehensively. But that wasn't all. Wu Zhangkong swung the Skyfrost Sword.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Frost Whisper Ice Wheel!"
The Skyfrost Sword condensed into a chilling wheel of frost, filling the carriage like autumn leaves in the wind. It avoided the passengers precisely while relentlessly slicing at the three enemies.
"I'll kill you!"
The leader of the evil soul masters roared, transforming into a five-meter-tall thunderhawk. His wings spread wide, smashing through the roof. Torrential rain poured in but turned to steam upon touching his pitch-black feathers. He hovered in midair, diving down with immense thunder, arcs of electricity flashing and emitting eerie mental fluctuations that shook the mind.
"So what if you have battle armor? Your True Body martial soul is an insurmountable gap!"
Wu Zhangkong said nothing. An icy-blue glow erupted from the sword's spine. With the enhanced dynamic vision provided by his battle armor, he clearly saw the faces of vengeful spirits swirling within the black lightning.
Frost Slash!
Boom!
The Skyfrost Sword Qi formed a web as Wu Zhangkong unleashed his full sixty-nine levels of soul power. Sixteen crystalline moon wheels burst forth from the tip of the Skyfrost Sword, slicing through the air with a dragon-like resonance.
The leader of the evil soul masters, whose True Body hadn't fully manifested, let out a pained howl. His thunder wings were mostly severed, and dark blood splattered across the windows, corroding holes into the carriage.
Even a self-proclaimed genius among evil soul masters couldn't match Wu Zhangkong.
Because under pressure, a soul ring slowly rose beneath Wu Zhangkong's feet. He had been unwilling to break through due to a heart knot, but today, facing danger, he chose not to suppress his spirit any longer. The barrier of level seventy broke spontaneously!
His spirit provided him with the seventh soul ring, and Wu Zhangkong activated it effortlessly.
Sky Frost True Body!
Finally unable to withstand the multiple energy impacts, the third carriage's roof was blown off entirely.
As the storm poured in, people saw the leader of the evil soul masters in his fully bestialized form—a fifteen-meter wingspan thunderhawk with human faces embedded in every feather. His vertical pupil had transformed into a light-devouring black hole.
But his luck was terrible. The stormy weather was an ultimate enhancement for Wu Zhangkong!
The third carriage, along with nearby ones, instantly turned into ice sculptures. Wu Zhangkong's figure blurred into six overlapping images, each slashing out with the Skyfrost Sword.
Gu La looked up at the sky as the storm blew into his eyes. This wretched weather… it really wasn't friendly to him.
He might as well take advantage of the chaos. Using telekinesis, he subtly saved a few passengers who had been innocently caught up in the disaster.
"But why would I attract the attention of evil soul masters? Since coming to Donghai City, I've been quietly cultivating, keeping a low profile…"
A thought struck Gu La. Thinking of the Body-Forging Bone-Fortifying Solution, he internally cursed his carelessness.
In his original timeline, he had hidden his identity even after publicly releasing the formula. But now, because he had sought out a Limit Douluo teacher, he had grown complacent. He had thought selling the formula would suffice, assuming no major faction would dare offend an Limit Douluo by causing trouble for him. He had forgotten about the Holy Spirit Sect.
"No, that's not right!"
Gu La's expression turned serious. The Holy Spirit Sect was connected to Qiangu Dongfeng. They could easily obtain the formula if they wanted.
Without much thought, Gu La saw through the plot behind it all—Qiangu Dongfeng was borrowing a knife to kill!
There was no need for Qiangu Dongfeng to explicitly suggest it. If the Holy Spirit Sect couldn't get the formula from him, of course they would come after him, the creator of the solution!
"Fuck! When did I offend you, Qiangu Dongfeng?!"
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