Chapter 381 Ghostly Shadow
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" Wu Xuan replied, then withdrew his mind from his spiritual sea of consciousness.
"Brother Xuan, have a taste of this wine!" Seeing Wu Xuan open his eyes, Qian Guming eagerly handed him a glass of amber-colored wine.
Wu Xuan smiled slightly, took the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Having dealt with this biggest backup plan, Wu Xuan had nothing to be nervous about anymore and began drinking and chatting with everyone. Although the Mingdu competition didn't present any major difficulties, it was still important to relax.
Wang Qiu'er, who had been as quiet as ever, suddenly brightened up with her pinkish-blue eyes when she took her first sip of wine. Then, under everyone's gaze, she picked up the entire bottle and downed it in one gulp.
As the atmosphere gradually relaxed, everyone started playing games with their glasses in the private room. It must be said that the entertainment facilities in this private room were far superior to those in the bars of Shrek City.
"Wu Xuan~! Hiccup~! Why did you come out tonight? You, who possess the power of destiny, should be able to sense that faint danger, right? Hiccup~!" Wang Qiu'er, holding a wine bottle and with slightly flushed cheeks, sat down directly next to Wu Xuan.
"I'll explain the rest later. All you need to know is that everything you saw today is fake!" Wu Xuan explained, taking a sip of his drink.
"Is it all an illusion?" Wang Qiu'er murmured to herself, then resumed her casual conversation with Wu Xuan.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
"Little Wu Xuan, the assassins you've been waiting for have arrived, and there are two of them!" Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's eager voice came from within Wu Xuan's spiritual sea of consciousness.
"Oh! You found it so quickly, that's impressive!" Wu Xuan casually praised. His aura perception hadn't yet detected any powerful Soul Masters approaching.
"Hehe! Putting everything else aside, my mental detection is no joke. After all, it's my ultimate method for escaping pursuit," Tianmeng Ice Silkworm said smugly.
"Could you share the location of those two people with me?" Wu Xuan asked.
"Of course, by borrowing your tangible spiritual power, the image will only become clearer." As soon as Tianmeng Bingcan finished speaking, Wu Xuan felt that everything in front of him had become like a three-dimensional image from all angles.
Two dark figures, blending into the ground, had already stepped into this luxurious and high-class bar.
"Could this martial spirit be Ghost Shadow?" Wu Xuan instantly recognized the origin of the two people's martial spirits.
"Damn the Holy Spirit Cult!" Wu Xuan cursed inwardly. The first thing that came to mind when he thought of the peculiar Ghost Shadow Martial Soul was the Ghost Douluo of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago. This kind of Martial Soul was a top-tier Martial Soul, perfectly capable of leveling up through the traditional cultivation path of a Soul Master. Using unorthodox cultivation methods wouldn't accelerate the cultivation progress much. But the two people before him, their resentment subtly concealed, were clearly true unorthodox Soul Masters.
The Holy Spirit Cult's practice of forcing women into prostitution is utterly despicable.
Watching the two men sneak into the shadows and search one private room after another, Wu Xuan felt that the time had come.
Wu Xuan stood up and looked at everyone, saying, "Alright everyone, it's getting late. Let's finish this drink and head back to the academy!"
"Alright, cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.
After settling the bill, everyone followed Ma Xiaotao out of the private room one after another. Wu Xuan stayed at the very back, and just before stepping out of the room, he summoned his spiritual clone and sent it out.
Wu Xuan's true form remained inside the private room, quietly closing the door. At this moment, all of Wu Xuan's presence vanished without a trace. Unless one was standing directly in front of him, no detection method could detect him.
"Please come again anytime, guests!" the bar manager said, bowing and scraping. Wu Xuan and his group's spending tonight accounted for more than half of their total revenue for the day. How could the manager not be pleased with such a big client?
"Alright, you can go ahead and get busy. No need to see me off." Wu Xuan's spiritual clone waved to the manager.
On the other side, Gui Ling, who had just emerged from a private room, immediately spotted Wu Xuan walking at the very front of the group.
"Sister, we found him! The cult leader was talking about that person!" Gui Ming said to Wu Xuan in his cold and ruthless voice.
"Alright, I'll control him. I'll make sure to kill him in one blow." Ghost Spirit said, transforming into a black shadow as she approached Wu Xuan's location from the corner.
The unique talent of the Ghost Shadow martial spirit is such that it can completely merge itself into the shadows as long as it is in the shadows. The sister and brother are both specializing in control and agility-based attacks. Their cooperation is the reason why they are best at assassination and have never failed.
As Wu Xuan led the group slowly towards the gate, the two rows of girls standing at the gate bowed to them in unison. Just as Wu Xuan passed the third girl, she suddenly fell in front of him.
Upon seeing this, Wu Xuan instinctively took a step back, perfectly avoiding the girl's attempt to stage an accident.
"Ooh~!" With a soft groan, the girl fell to the ground.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Disrespecting our VIPs, do you want to quit?" The manager, who had been smiling from a distance, immediately turned stern and began to reprimand loudly.
The girl who fell to the ground struggled noticeably, but still couldn't get up.
Although it was just a mental clone, Wu Xuan could only laugh at the scene. He subconsciously avoided such an old trick and failed to get what the two assassins wanted.
"No need!!" Wu Xuan waved his hand to stop the manager's reprimand and continued acting despite his reluctance.
"Can you still stand up?" Wu Xuan asked, leaning forward and reaching out his hand to the girl.
"Hehe! You've been tricked!" A sudden, sinister laugh rang out, and a figure suddenly flew out from the shadow of the girl lying on the ground.
It was a purple-haired woman dressed in a black bodysuit, her hair a mix of yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black! Nine soul rings revealed her identity.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Ghost Shadow Seal!"
The purplish-black ghostly figure behind the woman suddenly unleashed a beam of ethereal purple light, piercing straight towards Wu Xuan's sea of consciousness.
This move is her most powerful single-target control soul skill, which can directly invade the enemy's mental sea. Once it hits, it can force an opponent of the same level to be stunned for three seconds.
In order to coordinate with the opponent's spiritual clone, Wu Xuan could not dodge or defend, and took a solid hit from the opponent.
Having landed a successful blow, the siblings relied entirely on speed. Therefore, she simply didn't have time to unleash her ninth soul skill.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Grim Prison!"
A series of clanging sounds rose from the ground, instantly locking the Shrek Seven Devils in place. Naturally, the smaller the area of control, the stronger the effect.
"Now!" Without needing a reminder, the younger brother, who was there as a backup, made a startling move.
The shadowy figure, hidden on the other side, flashed a sharp glint in its eyes and darted out like a ghost. Its speed was simply too fast. So fast that even Ma Xiaotao and the others didn't have time to react.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Ghostly Shadow Earth Pool Hand!"
The pristine white floor suddenly transformed into a deep pool shrouded in black mist, and then a massive, pitch-black hand rose from the ground in horror, reaching out towards Wu Xuan's location.
"Clang!" The expressions of the two Evil Douluos changed drastically in an instant, because a light golden shield instantly appeared around Wu Xuan, and the pitch-black hand failed to break through it in an instant.
"A trigger-type level nine defensive soul tool? How could Shrek Academy have such a soul tool?" Gui Ming gritted his teeth, his face extremely ugly.
(End of chapter)