Chapter 15: Battle Against the Immovable King (Part 2)

"As expected of the Immovable King! Well done!"

A purple soul ring slowly ascended beneath Chen Xiaoming's feet, its radiance shimmering. His third soul ring glowed brilliantly as the Azurewood Tree Martial Soul in his hand flickered with light. Spiraling verdant branches unfurled, surging toward Zhao Wuji from all directions.

"Third Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

With a light step, Chen Xiaoming retreated, as the overwhelming branches intertwined, obscuring his figure.

"Trying to run?"

Zhao Wuji furrowed his brows. The golden radiance of his Immovable King Body intensified. His Vigorous Vajra Palm struck the encroaching branches, while his third soul ring—emitting a deep purple glow—pulsated and infused power into the ground.

"Third Soul Skill, Gravity Increase!"

In an instant, Chen Xiaoming felt as if his feet were sinking into a mire. His body became unbearably heavy, as though his weight had doubled.

"Hah!"

With a loud shout, Zhao Wuji's golden aura flared. The branches tightening around him stretched taut but did not snap. He was visibly surprised by their resilience. Only by unleashing his full soul power did he manage to break free.

Seeing Chen Xiaoming's branches coiling toward him once again, Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed. His fifth soul ring, a deep black ten-thousand-year ring, slowly shimmered.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze!"

Immense pressure erupted from all directions. Chen Xiaoming's body trembled under the crushing force, involuntarily drawn toward Zhao Wuji.

Yet Chen Xiaoming's smile remained calm, unfazed. This composed expression made Flender's eyes flicker in midair.

The next moment, the Azurewood Tree Martial Soul flared once more. His fifth soul ring—also a ten-thousand-year ring—lit up.

The verdant branches scattered, each leaf glimmering with soul power, razor-sharp like blades.

"Go."

With a simple gesture, Chen Xiaoming unleashed his fifth soul skill—Thousand Leaf Waltz. The leaves whirled like a celestial dance, enveloping Zhao Wuji.

The gravitational force, intended to pull Chen Xiaoming closer, inadvertently accelerated the leaves' speed. Cold glints of light rapidly expanded in Zhao Wuji's vision.

A Soul Saint's fifth soul skill was not something even the Immovable King Body could withstand.

Zhao Wuji's gaze hardened. Holding back any longer would be foolish.

He stamped his foot, soul power surging. His seventh soul ring began to rise, ready to activate his Martial Soul Avatar.

"Not good!"

Flender, observing from the air, finally acted. His sixth soul ring erupted in light, infusing his wings with dark energy.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Black Feather Assault!"

A barrage of black feathers shot out, intercepting the incoming leaves and forming a protective barrier around Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji glanced up, locking eyes with Flender. His seventh soul ring dimmed as he restrained his soul power.

Turning back to Chen Xiaoming, Zhao Wuji's figure blurred, dashing toward him. His sixth soul ring shimmered, gathering searing golden energy in his mouth.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Vigorous Vajra Roar!"

The golden blast surged forward, while Zhao Wuji followed with the Vigorous Vajra Palm, his third and fourth soul skills—Gravity Increase and Tracking Lock—activating in unison.

Chen Xiaoming felt his body grow heavier, shackled by the unique locking effect.

"Shhhhhh..."

A second barrage of feathers descended from Flender, sealing off his escape route.

Two masters coordinated seamlessly—one pinning him down, the other cutting off his retreat.

"No wonder they call him the Four-Eyed Owl, Flender."

Chen Xiaoming's calm gaze flicked between his two opponents.

If it were any other Soul Saint here, they'd likely surrender.

He shook his head with a faint smile.

Unfortunately for them, they were facing him.

His eyes gleamed, and soul power converged on the Azurewood Tree Martial Soul. His sixth soul ring shimmered—another ten-thousand-year ring.

The Azurewood Tree radiated dazzling light. From the ground, thick branches surged upward.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Azurewood Defense!"

Chanting softly, Chen Xiaoming summoned azure trunks adorned with intricate patterns. They rapidly grew to five meters in height, forming a protective barrier around him.

Flender's sharp eyes noticed the vulnerability—nothing blocked attacks from above.

Yet as if reading his thoughts, Chen Xiaoming smirked. More branches intertwined overhead, sealing the defense entirely.

"Ding ding ding..."

Black feathers embedded into the branches but failed to penetrate further.

Flender's expression shifted.

The defensive strength of this sixth soul skill... was simply too formidable.

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