692 Slaying a Soul Conduit Realm Cultivator! (1/2)
\”Wang Baole?\”
A strange black eye and Wang Baole's strange, terrifying figure sent alarm flashing across the Soul Conduit realm cultivators' faces. Incredulity lit their eyes. They hadn't expected Wang Baole to free himself from the red mist. The sight of countless souls falling to their knees and prostrating themselves before Wang Baole, as if they were in the presence of a king, was both shocking and unbelievable.
Regardless, they were experienced, battle-worn Never-Ending Clan cultivators. Their initial shock didn't stop them from eyeing one another immediately, then unleashing a sudden burst of speed, transforming into four blurs that charged towards Wang Baole.
They didn't hesitate. They immediately unleashed their most powerful attacks!
With a wave of his hand, Chi Lin summoned a gray Daoist robe. It hovered above his head, seemingly filled out by an invisible person, exuding an aura of death as it lunged at Wang Baole.
The other three cultivators had their own trump cards. One of them formed a series of hand seals, and his body blurred into dual images. One transformed into a huge black lizard that then fused with the other. The fused body opened its huge gaping mouth. Wafts of bad breath drifted out. He exuded incredible power that surged upwards and threatened to tear everything apart.
Another waved both his hands and then ripped his body apart, revealing three heads and six arms. He clearly wasn't bothered about exposing his true identity. He was going to overpower Wang Baole with his strong physical body.
The trump card of the final cultivator was the strangest and most bizarre. With a single step, he split himself into multiple replicas. They came from all directions, each glowing with a bright blue light that was clearly poisonous!
Wang Baole watched dispassionately as his four opponents charged at him with murderous intent. He lifted his right hand and waved suddenly. The souls that had prostrated themselves before him suddenly lifted their heads. Their mouths opened, and screams that were soundless yet pierced one's senses were unleashed from their gaping mouths. The souls rushed towards the four Soul Conduit realm cultivators fearlessly!
They were swift and many. They surged towards the four cultivators like an ocean of souls. They might be much weaker than the cultivators, to the extent that their vast numbers couldn't turn the tides in their favor, but they were still useful in gaining more time for Wang Baole.
Waves of spirit energy rippled across space momentarily. An emotionless Wang Baole spared not a single glance for the four Soul Conduit realm cultivators, who were momentarily trapped by the ocean of souls. Instead, he approached the mist holding Feng Qiuran prisoner, appearing next to the mist instantly and pressing his right palm on its outer layer.
In an instant, the souls that remained inside the mist or had wormed their way into Feng Qiuran shuddered violently. They felt a fearsome will casting a terrifying shadow over them. It was cold and harsh, and it spoke only one word.
\”Scram!\”
The single word almost blasted the souls into pieces. They fled instantly, charging outwards. The red mist couldn't withstand the vast hordes of souls struggling to rush out simultaneously. It exploded instantly. Masses of souls spilled out, revealing a barely breathing Feng Qiuran.
Feng Qiuran was a powerful Soul Conduit realm cultivator. Even though she had been trapped for an extended period of time and had suffered a long period of refinement, her mind was still clear. Her pupils contracted when she saw who had rescued her. She recognized Wang Baole, albeit vaguely. Her eyes were uncontrollably drawn towards the black, shut eye hovering behind him.
The sight seemed to send her into a daze. It was like staring into a black hole that was spinning continuously. She felt as if her soul was being pulled out from her body. Startled, she bit the tip of her tongue. The pain cleared her mind. She was quietly shocked. She had no idea what the black eye was, but she could tell that Wang Baole hadn't activated whatever powers the black eye contained. Regardless, it had managed to cause her momentary loss of focus. The terrifying power the black eye held must be unimaginable.
\”Wang Baole, you…\”
\”Grand Mistress Qiuran, the souls can only hold back the four Soul Conduit realm cultivators for a short moment. That's not enough time for us to escape. Are you able to take on one Soul Conduit realm cultivator?\” With a wave of his right hand, Wang Baole threw out multiple pill bottles.
His voice was calm. It was different from the chill emanating from his person, as well as the terrifying aura the black eye hovering behind him was giving off. Even his voice in her head was cold.