Long Xiaoyao's martial soul true body was pierced through by Wang Chen's spear. The thousand-meter dragon's body shattered with a boom, turning into countless black light spots that scattered and dissipated in the air.
After the martial soul's true body was broken, Long Xiaoyao's original form was revealed. His face was pale as paper, his body covered in deep, bone-visible wounds.
Red blood flowed from the wounds, dyeing his body crimson. Long Xiaoyao panted heavily, contracting his muscles to squeeze the blood vessels and stop the bleeding while urging his co-planar resonance dual soul cores to grind away the residual spear light that had invaded his body.
As a 250-year-old man, though Long Xiaoyao's physical condition was much better than Mu En's, he was no longer at his peak. Taking such a ruthless blow from Wang Chen was absolutely a severe injury for him.
Wang Chen stood with a spear in hand, looking at the gravely wounded Long Xiaoyao, the corners of his mouth curling slightly upward.
Exploding the four-hundred-thousand-year soul ring had caused varying degrees of rupture in Wang Chen's meridians, five organs, and six viscera. But the power it brought was terrifying to the extreme, paired with the incomparably sharp tip of the God-Suppressing Spear.
Long Xiaoyao's tough and powerful dragon body, along with his various defensive soul skills, were utterly ineffective—shattered like dry weeds.
If his body hadn't already reached its limit and needed time to recover, Wang Chen would even want to directly explode his final million-year soul ring, gain overwhelming power, and finish Long Xiaoyao off.
"Xiaoyao!" Ye Xishui, seeing Long Xiaoyao's martial soul true body broken and reduced to a blood-soaked figure, was instantly furious beyond measure. No longer caring about tangling with Kong Deming, she turned into a streak of blood light and rushed toward Long Xiaoyao.
Kong Deming snorted coldly upon seeing this. The Silver Moon Divine Light Shield expanded once more, attempting to trap Ye Xishui. But upon witnessing her beloved injured, Ye Xishui directly detonated two blood souls.
In an instant, her speed reached the extreme. Even Kong Deming's Silver Moon Divine Light Shield couldn't stop her. He could only watch helplessly as Ye Xishui reached Long Xiaoyao's side.
Supporting Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui asked with concern, "Xiaoyao, how are you?"
Long Xiaoyao covered his mouth and coughed twice, shaking his head. "Xishui, don't worry. An injury of this degree won't take my life. That boy Wang Chen is suffering backlash from the ring explosion secret art—his injuries are even heavier than mine."
Kong Deming also arrived at Wang Chen's side, confronting Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.
At that moment, uniform soul power fluctuations came from the distance—a group of soul mentors clad in soul tool armor rapidly approached. It was the Sun Moon Empire's strongest soul mentor legion, the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Mentor Legion.
The Sun Moon Imperial Soul Mentor Legion was small in number, only over 300 strong. Soul Kings and Soul Emperors formed the flesh, Soul Sages and Soul Douluo the bones, with several level-9 soul mentors as the foundation. Together with the Imperial Palace's Worship Hall, they were known as the Sun Moon Empire's twin pillars.
The Sun Moon Imperial Soul Mentor Legion was arrogant and untamed. When in action, no level-9 soul mentor except Kong Deming could command them.
Seeing the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Mentor Legion arrive, Kong Deming couldn't help but smile. Once he commanded them, he feared neither Ye Xishui nor Long Xiaoyao, even if they joined forces.
"Damn it!" Ye Xishui cursed inwardly upon seeing the distant legion approach, knowing she could no longer kill Wang Chen today.
She glared hatefully at Wang Chen, her eyes filled with venom: "Little beast, consider yourself lucky today! But this isn't over!"
"Withdraw!" Ye Xishui grabbed Long Xiaoyao and, without hesitation, detonated two more blood souls to block any pursuit from Wang Chen and Kong Deming.
Crimson light shot into the sky, violent energy sweeping toward Wang Chen and Kong Deming.
Both men employed their respective methods to resist.
As the crimson light faded and extinguished, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui had already fled dozens of kilometers away.
Watching their retreating figures, neither Wang Chen nor Kong Deming gave chase.
Though their combat power was no less than that of Limit Douluo, their cultivation was lower. Short-distance pursuit was fine, but long-distance chases couldn't compare to Limit Douluo with dual soul cores—even if those were merely co-planar resonance dual soul cores.
Moreover, even if they caught up, what then? A cornered dog will jump the wall. The dying counterattack of Limit Douluo was far too terrifying.
If Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao detonated their soul cores, Wang Chen and Kong Deming would perish with them.
With Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui fleeing, a gentle breeze blew across the sky. The space that had cracked from the intense battle gradually healed.
Aside from the devastated ground and scattered clouds, no trace of the battle remained.
Wang Chen cupped his hands in salute. "Teacher, thanks to your timely arrival, otherwise this disciple would likely have fallen to the wicked hands of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao."
Kong Deming looked at Wang Chen, his gaze lingering momentarily on the God-Suppressing Spear, a gratified expression on his face.
Stroking his beard, Kong Deming said, "Good lad, it's only been a short while, yet you've grown to this extent! You've even crafted spatial soul tools."
Wang Chen smiled faintly. "All thanks to the Teacher's excellent guidance."
"Save the flattery." Kong Deming laughed and scolded. He knew his own teaching skills well. Most of it was Wang Chen's extraordinary talent. Other level-9 soul mentors couldn't learn spatial soul tools no matter what, yet Wang Chen not only learned but could craft them—that was pure genius.
Moreover, Kong Deming could sense that in this short time apart, Wang Chen's soul power had become far denser than before. Clearly, his cultivation had undergone a qualitative leap.
Though curious how Wang Chen achieved this—what opportunity allowed such massive growth in so little time—Kong Deming wouldn't pry.
Everyone has secrets; everyone has opportunities. Most importantly, Wang Chen's current strength was no longer inferior to his own. Though he was Wang Chen's teacher, he must treat a powerhouse of the same level with equality and respect.
Kong Deming asked, "Chen'er, what good deed did you do to make two Limit Douluo, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, willing to tear faces with our Sun Moon Empire just to kill you?"
Wang Chen replied, "This disciple isn't sure. Perhaps because I previously killed a Titled Douluo evil soul master from their Holy Spirit Cult. Or maybe they see my talent as too great, a threat, and want to nip me in the bud."
Kong Deming pondered, then nodded, feeling this was likely the reason.
Wang Chen's growth speed was simply astonishing. Moreover, the Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun Moon Empire had always been in a relationship of mutual use and mutual wariness. Given the chance, neither would hesitate to tear a chunk of flesh from the other.
Wanting to kill Wang Chen was understandable.
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