Chapter 309 - Demon Scythe (2/2)

A blink, and the winged tiger soul master blasted out of the darkness like a rocket. He smashed into the ground and slid through it, his damaged wing snapped off clean.

Then the shadowy figure left the darkness' embrace, the black haze covering their body thin enough for Tang Wulin to discern their appearance.

Ashen hair. Sickly pale skin. It was a youth whose physical appearance bore nothing attractive to say so the least, and the only features worth a second glance were perhaps his hair and eyes. That said, he seemed to have sprang out from another world.

In his right hand was a large scythe. The handle was no less than three meters long and its blade stretched to one meter, alluring violet patterns etched into the metal. In fact, those decorations sucked in the soul of the observer.

That's…

The gray-haired youth lifted his scythe as he approached the winged tiger soul master, one leisurely step at a time.

“Show some mercy!” begged the wounded party.

But his pleas were left unanswered. A flash of shadow, followed by blinding white light. And the powerful winged tiger soul master was no more.

Moments later, the two people following the ashened-hair youth finally caught up to their leader.

“Captain, you're so awesome!” One of them flashed a big thumbs up.

Wearing a perfect impa.s.sive mask, the aforementioned captain continued on as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. “Let's go.”

Hidden in the trees far away, Tang Wulin and his team had witnessed this one-sided battle with bated breath.

Their eyes trembled with shock.

It wasn't just the strength of the gray-haired youth that came as a bombsh.e.l.l. It was his soul rings too.

He had four yellow soul rings! Although none of them were of the thousand-year level, he still had four rings! A whopping four!

Since he was a new student like them, he was fifteen at the oldest. Yet he was a Soul Elder! Only one word came to mind to describe him: terrifying!

However, what was truly baffling was despite his strength, he did not have a single thousand-year soul ring.

Then again, this was to be expected of Shrek Academy, the congregation point of all things bizarre.

“I recognize him. He's from Bright City.”

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue turned to the owner of the voice, Yang Nianxia.

Gone was the sparkling honesty in his eyes. Instead, a fierce light flickered in their depths, as if he were some ferocious beast on alert.

“Bright City? Who is he?” Tang Wulin asked.

“His name is Xu Yucheng. It's an ordinary name, but he's super famous in Bright City. He's from the Imperial Sun Moon Soul Engineer Academy. I hear he is nicknamed 'Immortal'! Immortal Xu Yucheng! His martial soul is the Demon Scythe, also know as the Reaper's Scythe. Pay attention to him. The reason he has four rings with not a single purple one is because his body can't handle it.

“The Demon Scythe isn't a peak-level martial soul. But that's not because it isn't powerful. No, it's because it's so powerful it begins devouring the soul master's body. Because of that, his body is so frail he doesn't dare fuse with a thousand-year spirit soul yet. In fact, having that many hundred-year soul rings is impressive for his situation.”

Yang Nianxia's eyes grew wide, his words becoming more and more grave. “He's not just the strongest student under fifteen at the Imperial Sun Moon Soul Engineering Academy—he even dominated everyone eighteen years old and under! Remember that. I never expected him to enter our cla.s.s! This is going to be troublesome. Also, the two following him should be from the Imperial Sun Moon Soul Engineering Academy. Like Shrek Academy, that academy has over ten thousands years of history, and I even hear that back then, they stood toe to toe with them.”

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