Chapter 59: Absolute Battlefield Control, Absolute Suppression—The Might of the Blue Silver Forest
The forest-like Blue Silver Grass was far from the full extent of Lin Qingmo's power.
Second Soul Skill: Thousand Threads Entwined!
The second purple soul ring on Lin Qingmo's body flared with dazzling brilliance.
In that instant, every thick Blue Silver Grass main vine split apart.
One became ten!
Each secondary vine possessed seventy percent of the main vine's strength.
"Shuaa—!"
Hundreds of Blue Silver Grass vines interwove densely together.
In the blink of an eye, a true Blue Silver Grass forest appeared within the entire domain!
Vines crisscrossed and overlapped layer upon layer, leaving almost no gaps at all.
Immediately after, the third soul ring on Lin Qingmo's body lit up as well.
Its purple glow was so deep it was nearly black.
"Blue Silver Spirit Tree — Rise!"
His voice echoed throughout the field.
Rumble—!
More than a hundred of the thickest Blue Silver Grass main vines at the center of the domain began converging inward.
They entwined madly, fused, and continued growing once more!
Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, those vines merged into a towering Blue Silver giant tree over thirty meters tall!
The trunk was formed from countless intertwined strands of Blue Silver Grass, radiating a deep blue-green hue.
Its canopy spread wide, covering nearly half the sky above the field.
A gentle, shimmering green light flowed through its branches and leaves, emanating a vast, surging aura of life.
"W–What… what is this?!"
Ning Rongrong's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, her mind completely short-circuiting.
Wasn't Blue Silver Grass supposed to be a trash martial soul?
This… was trash?
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were equally stunned.
Their entire worldview had been violently overturned.
"Achieving this kind of effect with just the first three soul rings…"
Dai Mubai muttered to himself, feeling as though everything he had ever learned about soul masters had been fed straight to the dogs.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but shock was clearly written across her usually icy face.
This was no longer a question of strength.
This was outright monstrous.
At the edge of the field, Tang San—who had just regained consciousness—nearly collapsed upon seeing this scene.
"Pfft—!"
A mouthful of blood surged up and sprayed out uncontrollably.
Not from his injuries.
Pure rage.
His own Blue Silver Grass was as thin as an arm, dull in color, with soul skills that were painfully ordinary.
But Lin Qingmo's Blue Silver Grass was as thick as a thigh, emerald-green like jade, and its soul skill effects were nothing short of divine miracles.
The contrast was too cruel.
It was like weeds standing before a sacred world tree.
"Why… Why is his Blue Silver Grass so powerful?!"
Unable to comprehend it, Tang San clenched his teeth so hard his gums began to bleed.
The last traces of pride and confidence in his heart were completely crushed to dust.
"Attack now!"
Lin Qingmo's voice snapped everyone back to reality.
"I'll provide cover!"
The moment his words fell, the branches and leaves of the Blue Silver Spirit Tree seemed to come alive, lashing wildly toward Zhao Wuji!
Each branch sliced through the air with terrifying force.
At the same time, the hundreds of Blue Silver Grass vines on the ground surged toward Zhao Wuji like a tidal wave!
From a distance, the entire field looked as though it had been drowned in blue vines—a living Blue Silver forest attempting to swallow Zhao Wuji whole.
Zhao Wuji's position was instantly engulfed!
"Good!"
From within the sea of vines came Zhao Wuji's furious roar.
Though Lin Qingmo's soul rings and skills had shocked him, his battle instincts were still sharp.
"Roar—!"
Vigorous Vajra Bear Possession completed instantly as Zhao Wuji's body expanded by an entire circle.
Both arms transformed into massive bear claws, swinging out wildly.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!"
Blade-like bursts of soul power tore through the air, shredding the incoming vines one after another. The severed vines rained down onto the ground.
But the problem was—
There were simply too many vines!
Break one, and ten replaced it immediately.
Break ten, and a hundred surged forward at once.
They were endless!
Zhao Wuji grew more and more irritable as he fought.
These vines couldn't really hurt him—but they were unbearably annoying!
Even worse, every time he tried to counterattack Xiao Wu and the others, vines would suddenly shoot out to bind his arms or legs.
Although he could snap them apart with brute force, that brief delay completely disrupted his attack rhythm.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but curse.
He had thought this assessment would be nothing more than a formality—no matter how talented a few kids were, they couldn't possibly stir up real trouble.
Yet Lin Qingmo alone had turned this fight into something unbearably frustrating.
Following Lin Qingmo's reminder, Xiao Wu didn't use her second soul skill, Charm.
Using a Soul Elder–level spiritual attack against a Soul Saint wasn't bravery—it was suicide.
She wouldn't be able to withstand the mental backlash.
Instead, Xiao Wu activated her Third Soul Skill: Teleportation. Her figure vanished instantly, reappearing the next second behind Zhao Wuji!
First Soul Skill: Waist Bow!
Her body's flexibility surged to its absolute limit, coiling like a spring—but instead of leaping into a grappling throw like before, she did something different.
"Eightfold Kick!"
Xiao Wu let out a sharp cry as her long legs blurred into afterimages, kicking violently toward Zhao Wuji's back!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Eight heavy impacts rang out in rapid succession—fast and ruthless!
Each kick struck the exact same spot, the force stacking layer upon layer like crashing waves, every strike stronger than the last.
This was a self-created soul skill Lin Qingmo had deliberately guided her to develop.
The Eightfold Throw required close grappling—too intimate and far too dangerous.
The Eightfold Kick was much safer and perfectly showcased Xiao Wu's leg strength, speed, and her body's flexibility to stack power for far greater destructive force.
"Ugh!"
Under the compounded force, Xiao Wu's final kick actually broke through Zhao Wuji's defenses. He let out a muffled groan as pain flared across his back.
Not fatal—but definitely painful!
At that exact moment, Dai Mubai's attack arrived.
"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"
A blinding beam of white light blasted from Dai Mubai's mouth, shooting straight at Zhao Wuji's face!
Zhao Wuji had no choice but to abandon dealing with Xiao Wu and raise his arm to block.
"Chi—!"
The light exploded against his bear claw, scorching a patch of fur.
Zhu Zhuqing moved like a ghost, constantly repositioning under the cover of vines.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Her claws slashed across Zhao Wuji's body again and again.
Though she couldn't break his defense, every strike targeted joints, armpits, and other vulnerable spots.
Annoying to the extreme!
Of course, the most infuriating part was still those Blue Silver vines under Lin Qingmo's absolute control.
"You little brats—stay in your damn place!"
Zhao Wuji roared, smashing over a dozen vines with a single punch.
But the moment a small clearing opened, even more vines flooded in immediately.
And Xiao Wu's group was especially crafty—no, more accurately, this was thanks to Lin Qingmo's terrifying control over the Blue Silver Grass and the battlefield itself.
Each time they landed a hit, distant vines would instantly pull them back at high speed. By the time Zhao Wuji tried to counterattack, they were already far away.
Then the next wave of attacks arrived.
"Arghhhh! This is pissing me off!"
Enough was enough.
Zhao Wuji completely snapped.
It wasn't just the endless harassment.
The most critical thing was—
He, the mighty Immovable King, a dignified Soul Saint, was being toyed with by a bunch of kids!
If word of this got out, where the hell would he put his face?
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