Chapter 151: I Am Not Yet Strong—Change Will Come! (Part 1)

'Should I make a move now?'

Iron Flower pondered in her heart.

If she revealed herself at this moment, the two Soul Saints sent by the Spirit Temple would see that Mu Yang had a Soul Douluo protecting him. Realizing the futility of their assassination attempt, they would likely give up.

But if she stepped in now, the young master's plan would also fail.

After all, from the current situation, the Ghost Wolf Soul Emperor was no match for Shui Bing'er. Since Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er were unaware of the two Soul Saint-level assassins lurking in the shadows, they wouldn't feel they owed a 'life-saving favor.'

'Trash!'

Iron Flower cursed the Ghost Wolf Soul Emperor in her heart.

With such meager strength, how dare he come out to be an assassin?!

'Trash!'

Coincidentally, as Iron Flower inwardly cursed the Ghost Wolf Soul Emperor, the two lean figures hidden in the shadows—a tall and a short Soul Saint—were also silently cursing.

A six-ring Soul Emperor fighting against a five-ring Soul King—a whole major rank of advantage—yet after just two moves, he was already crippled? They had seen weaklings before, but never anything this pathetic! Even an average Soul Emperor with a weak spirit ring configuration—white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black—would be more useful than him!

But to be fair, Salas was truly farsighted. He immediately recognized that the target was extraordinarily talented—not only progressing quickly in soul power cultivation but also reaching the high-level Soul King realm at a young age. Even his combat power was astonishingly strong. Eliminating him early was definitely necessary to prevent him from becoming a major threat in the future.

Indeed, their leader stood out among many Soul Douluo and was entrusted with an important task by that esteemed person for a reason. Just his keen perception alone was far beyond ordinary people.

'Brother Jackal, let's make a move!'

The taller, lean middle-aged man transmitted his voice to his shorter companion.

It was clear by now that relying on the Ghost Wolf Soul Emperor to kill Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er was impossible.

Moreover, the commotion from the fight had already spread. With the Soul Master Tournament happening, the Imperial Royal Guest Corps responsible for maintaining the security of Heaven Dou City would arrive soon. If they delayed any longer, they wouldn't be able to escape.

"Go!"

"Wind Shadow Eagle, Possession!"

"Thunder Jackal, Possession!"

With a surge of green wind-attribute soul power and purple electric light, the two Soul Saints, now in beast spirit possession, leaped down from the rooftop in the distance, charging straight toward Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er.

"What?!"

Sensing their approach, Shui Bing'er's pupils shrank. She immediately abandoned the Ghost Wolf Soul Emperor, whom she was on the verge of killing, and retreated to Mu Yang's side.

"What do we do?"

Fixing her gaze on the two incoming Soul Saints, Shui Bing'er asked without turning her head.

She wasn't worried about whether the two of them could win. With a battle armor and a martial soul fusion technique as trump cards, they wouldn't even fear two eight-ring Soul Douluo, let alone two seven-ring Soul Saints.

However, both the battle armor and the martial soul fusion technique were hidden aces. If possible, she preferred not to expose them—especially the martial soul fusion technique.

Revealing it would mean exposing Mu Yang's second martial soul: Iceflame Holy Shadow.

Mu Yang was already a high-profile genius, and now he had attracted two Soul Saints trying to assassinate him. If it were also revealed that he possessed twin martial souls, then it wouldn't be long before Title Douluo-level assassins came knocking.

"Do nothing. Just watch."

Mu Yang's lips curled into a smirk as he sensed the two blood-sacrificed metal objects appearing within a few dozen meters.

Although Zi teng ge Pavilion, where they were dining, was in a relatively secluded area, Heaven Dou City wasn't that large. Its city scale was far smaller than the metropolises of his previous life. Title Douluo had extreme speed, and Huo Lie and Mu Xiyue had immediately set off upon sensing his 'signal.' By now, they had already arrived.

"Brat, die!"

"Fifth Soul Skill: Wind Shadow Slash!"

"Fifth Soul Skill: Explosive Thunder!"

As the two Soul Saints closed the twenty-meter distance, they both grinned savagely, unleashing their ten-thousand-year fifth soul skills.

"Hmph—"

Just as they thought they were about to complete their assassination, and Iron Flower was about to activate her Ironclad Savage Dragon martial soul to intercept their attacks, a cold snort suddenly rang out.

The next moment, a terrifying soul power pressure swept across the area, engulfing the two Soul Saints entirely.

"Pu—"

Their ten-thousand-year attacks were forcibly interrupted mid-execution. The tall and short Soul Saints coughed up blood simultaneously, their faces turning deathly pale.

"Ti… Title Douluo…"

Struggling against the suffocating pressure, they looked up in despair at the two figures floating in mid-air—Huo Lie and Mu Xiyue.

They recognized these two. But even if they didn't, they knew that only Title Douluo, the rare nine-ring soul masters of the continent, could float in the air without external aids.

Huo Lie glanced at them indifferently before descending to the ground alongside Mu Xiyue.

"Petty Soul Saints dare to assassinate my nephew? Die!"

Mu Xiyue extended a finger. A crimson light burst forth, and orange-red flames surged forward, about to reduce the two immobilized Soul Saints to ashes.

"Aunt, wait! We need to interrogate them first."

Seeing that the two were about to be burned to nothing, Mu Yang quickly intervened.

He had to clarify one thing: Was his so-called 'plastic brother' Qian Renxue truly intent on eliminating him?

If these two Soul Saints were indeed sent by Qian Renxue, then he absolutely couldn't continue participating in the Soul Master Tournament. If the finals were to be held in Spirit Hall's city, wouldn't that be walking straight into a trap?

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiyue waved her hand, extinguishing the orange-red flames that had almost consumed them.

Indeed, as Mu Yang had said, it was necessary to interrogate these two.

Even if the enemy was currently too powerful for them to retaliate, at the very least, they needed to confirm exactly who their enemies were.

When the time came and their strength had grown, they would return the favor a hundredfold—burn them to ashes, leaving no trace behind!

At this moment, the deeply frustrated Iron Flower finally stepped out from the shadows. She retracted her Ironclad Savage Dragon martial soul and saluted Huo Lie and Mu Xiyue.

"Greetings, Your Eminences."

"No need for formalities. Pass this message to the Crown Prince: we appreciate his goodwill."

Huo Lie spoke to Iron Flower.

He had noticed all of Iron Flower's actions earlier and could tell that even if he and his wife hadn't arrived, Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er still had the means to handle the two Soul Saints. And if they truly were in danger, Iron Flower would have intervened to save them.

Since he wasn't aware of Qian Renxue's plan, in Huo Lie's eyes, it seemed that Crown Prince Xue Qinghe had arranged for his personal guards to secretly escort Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er back safely to the Heaven Dou Hotel.

Even though Iron Flower ultimately didn't need to act, Fire Lie still acknowledged this act of kindness.