For Ling Xiao, this was the perfect time to amass a collection of martial souls. He genuinely enjoyed facing opponents with martial souls, heroic spirits, or ninja spirits.
The fifty-percent remnant of the Giant Sword soul might not match a complete martial soul, but it was more than enough to shatter that electric dragon.
After all, it was just a follow-up trick from the blue-eyed clan boss’s attack—its power wasn’t particularly overwhelming.
In the distance, Yin Ran, who was fighting the dream pill traffickers, caught sight of the Giant Sword martial soul and couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
He was glad he’d sided with Ling Xiao.
This guy was terrifying!
Truly terrifying!
In front of Ling Xiao, everyone else’s talents seemed insignificant.
Though Ling Xiao wasn’t overwhelmingly powerful yet, as long as he didn’t die and kept progressing like this, he’d undoubtedly become a titan among men in the future.
The blue-eyed clan boss eyed Ling Xiao, thinking to himself, “This kid’s movement skills are exceptional, and he’s got that Giant Sword martial soul. Killing him won’t be easy. Better take out the two early seventh-level Martial Vein warriors first, then focus on him.”
His judgment wasn’t wrong.
Unfortunately, Ling Xiao was far trickier than he’d imagined.
Soul-Seizing Palm!
Ling Yixue seized the moment when the blue-eyed clan boss was briefly stunned, unleashing a rare top-tier martial art she’d just learned.
Paired with her terrifying soul power, even a peak seventh-level Martial Vein warrior couldn’t afford to underestimate it.
Elephant Strike!
Shi Lei didn’t hold back either. His fists formed a bizarre stance, and as he struck, it was like a giant elephant charging—faint roars of an elephant even echoed in the air.
Two early seventh-level Martial Vein warriors teamed up against the blue-eyed clan boss.
The man frowned slightly.
Even he didn’t dare take these two attacks head-on—otherwise, he’d really risk capsizing in shallow waters.
“Break!”
The blue-eyed clan boss roared, swinging his Thunder Hammer toward Shi Lei.
At the same time, he leapt into the air, kicking out at Ling Yixue.
His body hung midair, looking oddly suspended—an impressive display of hovering ability.
At this point, intent on ending the fight quickly, he’d already begun burning his true essence.
For martial warriors, burning true essence had no side effects anyway.
Of course, Ling Yixue and Shi Lei were doing the same—none of them held back on this front.
Boom!
The Thunder Hammer clashed with Elephant Strike. Shi Lei felt like he’d slammed into a mountain, his body flying back as blood sprayed from his mouth.
Crack!
At the same moment, the blue-eyed clan boss’s kick met Ling Yixue’s palm. A burst of rainbow light flared around her.
It was the defensive martial art, Seven-Colored霞衣—a top-tier defensive technique.
So while Ling Yixue was also knocked back, she didn’t spit blood, though her face paled slightly.
In this exchange, the blue-eyed clan boss had directed most of his power at Shi Lei, leaving him heavily injured.
Ling Yixue, meanwhile, only suffered minor internal damage.
A peak seventh-level Martial Vein warrior truly lived up to the name.
Facing two opponents, he effortlessly crushed two early seventh-level warriors.
But he’d clearly underestimated Ling Yixue’s Soul-Seizing Palm.
The moment he landed, his footing faltered, his vision darkened, and his mind slipped into a brief daze.
That was the terrifying power of the Soul-Seizing Palm.
The blue-eyed clan boss knew of it.
What he didn’t know was that Ling Yixue was a soul clansman—and one with soul power far beyond the norm.
This time, he really felt like he’d stumbled in the gutter.
Barbarian Bull Roar!
Shadow King Strike!
Ghost Ship Wave-Breaker!
Giant Sword Descent!
How could Ling Xiao miss such a golden opportunity?
He unleashed a flurry of combo moves, forcing the peak seventh-level Martial Vein warrior into a frantic defense.
Shadow King Strike pierced the blue-eyed clan boss’s chest, but he managed to dodge a fatal hit at the last second.
Ghost Ship Wave-Breaker slammed into him, drawing blood from his mouth.
Giant Sword Descent left a deep, bone-exposing gash on his shoulder.
Yet, sadly, it wasn’t enough.
A peak seventh-level Martial Vein warrior wasn’t the same as an early-stage one. Even with Ling Xiao’s terrifying combo, it still didn’t kill him.
“Ah—! You little beast, I’ll kill you! Kill you! KILL YOU!”
The blue-eyed clan boss was losing it.
A堂堂 peak seventh-level Martial Vein warrior, injured—and badly—by a sixth-level Martial Vein fighter? His pride was shattered.
Amid his furious roars, he finally summoned the heroic spirit he’d held back—Thunder God!
Behind him appeared a towering figure wielding a Thunder God Hammer, with golden hair and golden armor, standing about four meters tall, exuding awe-inspiring might.
“Good thing it’s just a broken spirit.”
Ling Xiao let out a small breath of relief.
Though the blue-eyed clan boss’s Thunder God spirit was formidable, it was only seventy percent intact—far weaker than a complete heroic spirit.
That made it manageable.
The appearance of the Thunder God remnant sent a wave of worry through the Qianlong Camp disciples watching Ling Xiao’s trio.
Shi Lei was gravely injured, temporarily out of the fight, and focused on healing.
Ling Yixue was hurt too—not badly, but it’d still affect her.
Ling Xiao was unscathed, but his barrage of attacks hadn’t killed the peak seventh-level warrior. Now, with the broken spirit summoned, the fight had gotten even tougher.
Ling Xiao, taking the brunt of it, didn’t see it that way.
In his soul-entered state, he knew his earlier attacks hadn’t just worked—they’d worked well.
The blue-eyed clan boss might look strong, but his injuries had severely weakened him.
And now, a fatal flaw had emerged. If Ling Xiao could seize the chance, killing him wasn’t impossible.
They still had tricks up their sleeves.
“Brother Shi, eat this—it’ll speed up your recovery!”
While the blue-eyed clan boss was momentarily stalled, Ling Xiao tossed something to Shi Lei.
“Five-hundred-year Golden Snow Lotus!”
Shi Lei was stunned. This was incredibly valuable—money alone couldn’t guarantee you’d find one.
It was a holy grail of healing items, far better than most so-called healing pills.
“No time for politeness—eat it.”
Ling Xiao cut off Shi Lei’s hesitation with a firm word.
Shi Lei nodded, swallowed the Golden Snow Lotus in one gulp, and resumed healing.
In the shadows, Murong Shao, who’d been watching all along, suddenly perked up.
“This Ling Xiao’s got a Golden Snow Lotus on him! Only five hundred years, but still impressive. Kill him, and it’s mine.”
At this moment, Murong Shao not only had no intention of helping but was now coveting Ling Xiao’s treasure.
“You lot listen up—when the time comes, we take out Ling Xiao. We’ll split the loot evenly!”
“That’s not right, Murong. We’re all Qianlong Camp disciples. Even if we don’t help, we shouldn’t kick him while he’s down.”
One member of the squad still had a shred of conscience.
But the moment he spoke, a red dot appeared on his throat.
Tian Guang struck, killing him instantly.
“Good work, Brother Tian,” Murong Shao said with a smile. “Anyone else got objections?”
“No!”
The rest didn’t dare voice dissent. Out here in the wilderness, a death could easily be pinned on the dream pill traffickers—Qianlong Camp would never trace it.
They didn’t want to end up dead at Tian Guang or Murong Shao’s hands.
And so, a vicious plan took shape.
