An unnamed island in the East Sea.
Jing Shaoyu and Na'er were surrounded by a group of Evil Soul Masters. Relying on the three Soul Beasts summoned by Jing Shaoyu, they managed to hold their ground against the onslaught of over twenty Evil Soul Masters, creating a stalemate. The losses on the side of the Evil Soul Masters were quite severe, while Jing Shaoyu's side also lost a Demon Flower.
At this moment, only the Evil Soul Saint Han Dahai and three Soul King-level Evil Soul Masters remained on the scene. The other Soul Grandmasters and Soul Venerables had all perished under the sword techniques of the Obsidian Sword Hemp. However, Jing Shaoyu and his companions were not without losses either—the Azure Moon Willow had also been killed in the chaos of the battle.
"Damn brats! Where did you find such powerful plants?" Han Dahai gnashed his teeth in frustration and anger. "A Da, A Er, A San, you deal with those two brats. Leave this plant to me!"
"Yes, Master!" the three Soul Kings replied in unison, then swiftly closed in on Jing Shaoyu and Na'er.
The Martial Souls of these three Soul Kings were quite similar to Han Dahai's, all covered in scales and exuding a strong fishy odor. Their hands had transformed into webbed claws, dripping with a dark, viscous liquid. They moved swiftly, pouncing on Jing Shaoyu and Na'er simultaneously.
Jing Shaoyu and Na'er stood shoulder to shoulder, one wielding a black spear and the other a silver spear. The aura they exuded was no weaker than that of the three Soul Kings, even slightly overwhelming them.
"Na'er, you take one, I'll take two. Go all out!" Jing Shaoyu said in a deep voice.
"Understood," Na'er responded with a sharp cry, charging forward first. A mysterious white light flashed, and the White Shadow Dragon Spear solidified, its dragon roar resounding as the spear tip thrust toward A San.
Seeing this, Jing Shaoyu didn't hesitate either. He dashed forward, the Doomsday Godslaying Spear gleaming with a sharp light, its tip becoming more solid, and his aura turning even more piercing. The spear shot out, splitting the air as it aimed directly at A Da.
A Da's eyes glowed with black energy, his Soul Rings flickering as one of his arms thickened and became as sturdy as an iron rod, crashing down toward the Doomsday Godslaying Spear.
Meanwhile, A Er wasn't idle either. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and a dark, sinister energy began to swirl around him. The energy was filled with chaotic, mournful wails, and as A Er moved, it coalesced into a black sphere, hurtling toward Jing Shaoyu with great force.
Jing Shaoyu's eyes were cold and sharp. With a sweeping motion of the Doomsday Godslaying Spear, he struck A Da's arm. A Da felt a momentary dizziness, then his body was forced to retreat several steps. Jing Shaoyu remained calm, his right hand exerting force while his left hand used a subtle technique. The Doomsday Godslaying Spear immediately changed direction, its tip meeting the black sphere launched by A Er.
The next second, as the spear tip touched the black sphere, a faint red glow rippled across the spear's surface. The black sphere disintegrated as if ice meeting fire, leaving no trace behind.
This scene made A Er's eyes widen in shock, and it also brought a profound and mysterious piece of information to Jing Shaoyu's mind. He didn't have time to examine it, instead pressing forward. The Doomsday Godslaying Spear danced rapidly, forming a domain around him that enveloped both A Da and A Er.
The Heart Spear Technique.
The spear thrust repeatedly, yet Da and Er dared not directly confront the Doomsday Godslaying Spear. They felt an unprecedented fear and trembling from this black spear, harboring a single thought: do not touch this spear, for whoever does will die!
Watching the two Soul Kings continuously retreat, Jing Shaoyu pressed his advantage, intensifying his assault. A gleam of light burst from his eyes, and his entire aura expanded, the spear in his hand erupting with immense and majestic energy.
Da and Er seemed to see a phantom of a war god in Jing Shaoyu, one who could cover the sky with a single hand and annihilate the world with a single spear. This vision caused their souls to feel a violent fragmentation, and their bodies fell into an uncontrollable rigidity.
They couldn't move!
Their eyes filled with deep fear and terror, they immediately mobilized their Soul Power. Fortunately, their Soul Power and Martial Souls were still functional. Two black Soul Rings lit up behind them, and Da and Er simultaneously unleashed their fifth Soul Skill.
A dark shadow suddenly appeared behind them, roaring before merging into their bodies. Their auras and physiques swelled instantly. The two originally thin men, standing at about 1.67 meters, transformed into muscular giants nearly three meters tall in the blink of an eye. Their eyes turned blood-red, exuding a bloodthirsty madness.
Jing Shaoyu remained unfazed. He had just executed the first move of the Sky-Piercing Spear Technique, "Covering the Sky with a Single Hand," created by Yun Ming.
A move that perfectly fused momentum and power, this technique not only intimidated opponents but also elevated the user's own momentum and state to the most perfect level. Thus, at this moment, Jing Shaoyu's heart, hands, and eyes were solely focused on the spear.
Facing two Soul Kings giving their all, he acted.
Amidst the spear's resonant hum, Jing Shaoyu leaped into the air. The Doomsday Godslaying Spear trembled, its tip bursting with countless radiant threads of light, resembling a blazing sun that illuminated the dim forest. Then, the light danced, and the world lost its color. The spear, like a blazing sun, accompanied Jing Shaoyu's movement, descending like a thunderbolt from the heavens, directly targeting his foes.
Da and Er were blinded by the intense light, their spirits shaken. Already intimidated, they now lacked the courage to face this sun-like spear. If not for their bodies being rigid, they would have fled as far as possible.
But, it was all irrelevant now.
The blazing sun pierced the sky, the spear split the earth, the radiance illuminated the shadows, and the darkness crumbled.
The second move of the Sky-Piercing Spear Technique, "The Sun Loses Its Light!"
"This fluctuation, how is it possible?!" On the other side, Han Dahai, who was entangled with the Obsidian Sword Hemp, paused in his movements. He turned his face, shocked and bewildered, watching the dazzling light engulf his two sons.
Han Dahai's mood was extremely foul. He never expected that his two Soul King sons would last less than three minutes against a mere Soul Grandmaster brat. This not only embarrassed him but also enraged him. He stared fiercely at Jing Shaoyu, who had landed from the air, wishing he could devour him alive and tear him to pieces.
"Ah!" He let out a roar, thick black mist erupting from his body, enveloping him. "Evil Fish True Form!"
Han Dahai's sudden movement immediately caught Jing Shaoyu's attention. He landed, retracted his spear, and steadied himself, his heart trembling as he thought, "He's about to unleash his Martial Soul True Form!"
Na'er approached his side, her expression alert as she gazed at the dense black mist not far from them. Her breathing was slightly more erratic compared to Jing Shaoyu, and her Soul Power consumption was also significant. After all, she had only recently advanced to the level of Soul Grandmaster, and being able to kill a Soul King was already an extraordinary feat.
It's important to note that this wasn't a Soul Duel competition but a life-and-death struggle. A Soul King in a Soul Duel and a Soul King in a life-and-death battle were absolutely on two different levels. Yet, in such a situation, Na'er had still managed to kill Ah San, which could be described as nothing short of stunning.
"He's about to unleash his Martial Soul's true form!" Na'er said coldly.
"Let's get closer to the Obsidian Sword Hemp," Jing Shaoyu immediately suggested, and the two of them quickly moved to the side of the Obsidian Sword Hemp.
The Obsidian Sword Hemp was still in good condition, after all, it was a super Soul Beast from ancient times. With 25,000 years of cultivation, it could unleash the combat power of 50,000 years, making it the undisputed king of kills in this battle.
Just as Jing Shaoyu and Na'er gathered near the Obsidian Sword Hemp, the black mist gradually dissipated, revealing a monster with the head of a fish and the body of a human. Its entire body was covered in black-green scales, and it stood tall and robust, over three meters in height. It had four thick arms, each adorned with sharp fins, and a sturdy fish tail with a tail fin that gleamed with a sharp, cold light.
The fishman's head resembled that of a catfish, its lifeless eyes blood-red, and its mouth filled with rows of sharp, spiked teeth, making it a truly fearsome sight.
"Little brats, become my blood feast!" the fishman spoke in the voice of Han Dahai. Clearly, this was Han Dahai's Martial Soul's true form.
The Evil Poison Fishman, Han Dahai's Martial Soul, was a mutated sea-type Martial Soul that could cultivate by devouring the essence of living beings. Han Dahai had not originally been an Evil Soul Master; his Martial Soul was merely a mutated poison-type fish Martial Soul. However, he had only reached the level of Great Soul Master by the age of thirty, and it seemed he might never achieve the level of Soul Venerable in his lifetime.
Filled with resentment, he took a drastic path, choosing a cultivation method he had stumbled upon—drinking human blood. Once he tasted the benefits, he became deeply entrenched in it, descending from an ordinary Soul Master to an Evil Soul Master. His Martial Soul also gradually degenerated into the Evil Poison Fishman Martial Soul it was now.
Now at the age of forty, his cultivation had reached the 78th level, on the verge of breaking through to the Soul Douluo realm. He felt no regret, believing that if he had continued to follow the conventional path of cultivation, how could he have advanced from Great Soul Master to Soul Saint in just ten short years?
In his Martial Soul's true form, Han Dahai's aura was exceptionally cold and dark. His speed was incredibly fast, and in an instant, he charged toward the two of them. His fists, coated with filthy poison, struck out toward Jing Shaoyu and Na'er, but his primary target was the Obsidian Sword Hemp in front of them.
Jing Shaoyu raised his spear and shattered the shadow of Han Dahai's fist, while Na'er acted even more aggressively. Her White Shadow Dragon Spear not only pierced through the fist shadow but also unstoppably struck one of Han Dahai's fists.
"How is this possible?!" Han Dahai cried out in pain, his body retreating abruptly. His fish eyes filled with deep suspicion as he roared, "How could a Soul Grandmaster's Martial Soul break through my Martial Soul's true form and injure my true body? How is this possible? Is your spear also a Martial Soul's true form? How could that be?"
"Hmph! There are many things you don't know. Should I explain everything to you?" Na'er sneered. "Prepare to die!"
As she spoke, several sword shadows streaked across the sky, thrusting towards Han Dahai.
Under the cover of these sword shadows, Jing Shaoyu and Na'er, wielding their lances, swiftly closed in on Han Dahai. The lances in their hands shimmered with a uniform white light, which contained their combined spirit, soul, and physical strength!
The Lance Sacrifice Technique, one of Yun Ming's three most important and core self-created Soul Skills. The essence of this skill is to transform intangible soul into tangible weapons. By refining and concentrating the user's essence, energy, and spirit, it elevates the Weapon Soul from its Martial Soul state into a real weapon, thereby breaking the constraints of the Martial Soul and achieving a state that surpasses the true form of the Martial Soul.
When cultivated to its peak, it can refine the Weapon Soul into a divine weapon that is completely in sync with the user, much like Yun Ming's Heaven-Supporting Divine Lance.
"Argh! Damn brats!" Han Dahai roared in frustration, his body moving once again. A black Soul Ring rose behind him, and soon, a massive black catfish phantom appeared. The catfish's eyes were filled with malice and disdain, then it transformed into a wisp of black smoke and merged into Han Dahai's body.
Fifth Soul Skill, Demon Scale God Possession.
Han Dahai's aura surged several times, and his four arms were enveloped in dense black energy waves, which contained malevolence, poison, and filth. With a gesture, he unleashed these waves, scattering them onto the sword shadows of the Obsidian Sword Hemp.
Instantly, white smoke sizzled as the sword shadows and poisonous waves clashed fiercely in the air, filling the atmosphere with an unbearable stench.
Jing Shaoyu's face was grim as he swiftly thrust his Doomsday Godslaying Spear towards one of Han Dahai's arms. However, Han Dahai's body merely shook, and a surge of immense energy erupted from within him, immediately blocking the spear and preventing it from advancing an inch.
Feeling an invisible barrier, Jing Shaoyu quickly changed his strategy and stepped back. Na'er, on the other side, did the same. Breaking through Han Dahai's protective Soul Power head-on was still too strenuous for them at this stage, and persisting would be unwise.
Their solution was simple. Na'er stood ten meters away from Han Dahai, her delicate body suddenly bursting with radiant silver light. The Silver Dragon Lance in her hand emitted clear dragon roars, and her aura began to rise steadily. A powerful and majestic force gathered, her spirit like a rainbow, her lance like the heavens, her momentum unstoppable!
Na'er unleashed the most ferocious strike, a strike that embodied the grand path, representing the belief of moving forward without retreat.
Fourth Form of the Heaven-Supporting Lance Technique, No Way to Turn Back!
Jing Shaoyu stood behind Na'er, following her movements closely. Both his body and the Doomsday Godslaying Spear emitted a faint black light. His clothes and hair floated unnaturally, though there was no wind. A terrifying aura brewed within him, and his right hand and the spear condensed into fine streams of mist, deep and cold, a mix of cyan and black.
After Na'er unleashed her unstoppable spear strike, Jing Shaoyu followed closely behind. His Doomsday Godslaying Spear, like a pillar stabilizing the seas and calming the winds, thrust steadily toward Han Dahai.
The fifth stance of the Sky-Piercing Spear Technique: Heaven Engulfs the Netherworld!
Han Dahai sensed the terrifying aura beside him. Even from ten meters away, the sharp spear's radiance pricked his skin. He no longer dared to underestimate Na'er and Jing Shaoyu. With a sudden movement, he shattered the dense sword shadows of the Obsidian Sword Hemp and swiftly lowered his stance. A bloody aura immediately clashed with the Silver Dragon Lance.
"Boom—"
A loud explosion echoed as Na'er, wielding the Silver Dragon Lance, struck one of Han Dahai's fists. The two sides briefly locked in a stalemate, lasting less than a second, but it was enough to demonstrate the power of Na'er and the Sky-Piercing Spear Technique.
A flash of shame and anger crossed Han Dahai's eyes. His remaining three hands quickly reached for the Silver Dragon Lance and Na'er. But just as he moved, another pitch-black spear shot through the air, aiming directly at his forehead.
He immediately clenched his fist and punched toward the tip of the Doomsday Godslaying Spear. The spear's tip collided with his fist's force, and the dark, swirling energy around the spear, like a pack of hungry wolves, coiled around Han Dahai's arm, causing intense pain.
However, he had no time to care about this pain, as something even more terrifying was happening.
When the Doomsday Godslaying Spear collided with Han Dahai's fist, a faint red glow flickered. Han Dahai's heart suddenly seized with fear. Without any warning, the arm that had touched the spear emitted an eerie red light. As the light burst forth, Han Dahai felt his Soul Power dissipating, his cultivation weakening, and his Martial Soul regressing.
An unprecedented fear filled his heart and mind. From the spear, he seemed to see the ghosts of those he had killed demanding his life, the silent gaze of his past self, and a blazing flame scorching his soul and flesh.
"No—" Han Dahai let out a final cry of unwillingness before being engulfed by the intense red light.
This sudden turn of events shocked Na'er. She witnessed the entire scene: her brother's Doomsday Godslaying Spear struck Han Dahai, a red light emanated from the spear's tip, and then the light erupted, enveloping Han Dahai, a Soul Saint. Within the red light, Han Dahai seemed to lose all his Soul Saint abilities and, in the blink of an eye, turned into a pile of dust on the ground.
All of this happened in an instant—too fast. She had never imagined that her brother could kill a Soul Saint with a single move.
She wanted to say something, but she noticed that Jing Shaoyu had already sat down on the ground. His Doomsday Godslaying Spear Martial Soul lay peacefully on his lap, the spear's tip still glowing with a red light. The spear's body seemed to have blooming lotuses, and a sacred yet murderous aura surrounded Jing Shaoyu, as if he were a deity executing judgment on behalf of heaven.
"This Martial Soul truly holds great secrets!"
A familiar voice rang out, and Na'er exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher!"
Yun Ming stood straight beside her, his face filled with curiosity. His eyes shimmered with a mysterious brilliance as he quietly observed Jing Shaoyu.