Chapter 67: Yu Wen Da Li - This Elder Will Cover the Retreat!

At the same moment, his martial soul, the Heavenly Frost Sword, was activated.

A crystalline blue longsword over three feet long appeared in his grip, soul rings flashing around him. A massive sword shadow materialized, slashing fiercely toward the evil soul master carrying Mu Xi.

"Swish!"

The targeted evil soul master felt his scalp tingle as he watched the terrifying sword slash toward him.

Among this group of evil soul masters, he had the weakest cultivation—just barely stepping into the seven-ring Soul Sage realm. His battle armor was still a two-word set from his six-ring period.

To make things worse, he was carrying a young girl on his back, further limiting his ability to fight back.

Compared to Wu Zhangkong, who possessed an ultimate attribute martial soul, his combat strength was clearly inferior.

Had he not been the weakest among the operatives, he wouldn't have been stuck with the miserable task of carrying a hostage.

But it was too late to complain. He could only brace himself to take the attack!

At that moment, a long-handled weapon suddenly flew through the air, intercepting the strike in front of him.

This weapon was neither a spear nor a halberd. A sinister dark phoenix coiled around it, its sharp tip splitting at both sides like a phoenix spreading its wings. The long shaft was adorned with intricate hollowed carvings, exuding a faint dark gold radiance.

"Clang!"

A sharp metallic clash echoed through the space, sending out rippling sound waves.

"Elder Yuwen!" The evil soul master recognized the weapon immediately—it was the martial soul of Elder Yuwen Da Li.

"Mm."

Yuwen Da Li stretched out a hand, and the weapon flew into his grasp, its sharp edge pointing downward.

"Forget about that brat who exposed our movements. Take Mu Xi and Ouyang Zixin and leave first."

"This elder will cover the retreat."

"Understood!"

Multiple voices responded in unison, growing distant.

Soon, only Yuwen Da Li and the soul master experts from Eastsea Academy remained.

However, he did not choose to go on a killing spree despite his overwhelming strength.

After all, their mission's core objective was to serve the Beast God Di Tian.

If he started a massacre, it would attract too much attention. The Spirit Pagoda and Tang Sect powerhouses would surely intervene.

All he needed to do was stall for a while, giving the rest of his team time to escape.

As for himself—given his strength—ordinary people couldn't hope to catch him.

Just as the standoff dragged on, a furious roar erupted from afar.

"Bastards!"

"Leave my daughter behind!"

The newcomer was none other than the Vice President of Eastsea Blacksmith Association—Mu Chen, an eight-ring Soul Douluo and a three-word battle armor master.

The moment he received Tang Wulin's soul communicator message, he rushed over at full speed.

Accompanying him was another eight-ring Soul Douluo, also a three-word battle armor master.

Blacksmiths were not known for their combat strength, and they often had powerful protectors.

As one of the continent's top Saint Craftsmen and a prime candidate to become a Divine Craftsman, Mu Chen was highly valued by the Blacksmith Association's Guardian Clan.

The unfamiliar Soul Douluo by his side was from that very Guardian Clan.

With two three-word battle armor masters leading the charge, Eastsea Academy's soul masters finally had the strength to fight back against a Title Douluo-level opponent.

"Heh—"

"You think bringing two weaklings will make a difference?"

Despite being outnumbered, Yuwen Da Li showed no fear. He casually swung his weapon across his chest—and attacked.

A dark gold energy thread shot from the weapon's sharp tip, curving through the air in a tyrannical yet eerie arc.

The thread extended dozens of meters, ripping through the air with a faint whistling sound.

Wherever it passed, it tore through the darkness, scattering flecks of light in its wake.

The three leading battle armor masters—Mu Chen, his guardian, and Wu Zhangkong—all felt their armor being slashed apart.

Wu Zhangkong, who only had two-word battle armor, suffered the greatest damage.

Even though they stood at the front and absorbed most of the attack, preventing heavy casualties among the mid-level soul master teachers behind them, the situation remained dire.

In contrast, their attacks on Yuwen Da Li achieved little.

With his solidified weapon martial soul, he merely held his weapon horizontally before him, erecting a soul power barrier.

Though the incoming energy attacks were loud and imposing, their substance was lacking.

They only managed to push him back one step and cause a slight pain in his grip.

But more importantly, the force of their attacks provided him with a recoil that he used to retreat even faster.

With Holy Spirit Cult's mastery of stealth and escape techniques, Yuwen Da Li vanished in an instant.

All that remained in Eastsea Academy was the heart-wrenching, rage-filled roar of a middle-aged man.

Holy Spirit Cult—Eastern Continent Branch

The retreating evil soul masters had already returned safely.

Mu Xi and Ouyang Zixin were tied to separate stone pillars, restrained with measures preventing suicide attempts.

After a long, bumpy journey and the removal of the suppressive techniques used on them, the two slowly regained consciousness.

Ouyang Zixin, born into a small family, had a gentle personality. She had no idea how to handle danger, let alone the terrifying evil soul masters who had kidnapped her.

Her long, snow-white legs trembled violently. Her face was pale with fear, and she dared not say a word.

Mu Xi, on the other hand, was completely different.

She had a fiery temperament, and her father was a renowned Saint Craftsman.

Her uncle, even more frightening, was a Divine Craftsman—a man whose mere name could shake the entire continent.

Being a high-born lady, she also carried a bit of spoiled arrogance.

Having been asleep the whole journey, she had no idea what was happening—only that she had been kidnapped by these black-clad figures.

And they didn't look like good people.

The moment she woke up, she shouted angrily:

"You black-cloaked, black-hat-wearing tortoises! Let me go right now!"

"If my dad or my uncle finds out, they'll destroy your families and your entire organization!"

"Bastards! Scoundrels! Assholes!"

"…"

Though her cursing held no real threat, after a while, it became annoying.

One of the evil soul masters strode forward, drawing out a long, bone-segmented whip wreathed in eerie ghost flames.

"Crack!"

He lashed it through the air, creating a sharp cracking sound.

"Shut up!"

But Mu Xi was completely fearless.

Raising her proud chin, she even threatened him:

"If you dare hit me once, I'll pay you back tenfold when I escape!"

After shouting for a while, Mu Xi calmed down slightly.

She realized these people hadn't killed her immediately, which meant they needed her alive.

That meant—she had nothing to fear.

"Oh? Still so stubborn?"

The man sneered, raising the ghostly whip.

Just as he was about to strike—

A cold voice interrupted.

"Stop."

As the figure entered, all the evil soul masters inside the room bowed in respect.

(End of Chapter)