Chapter 153: The Unreasonable Dragon-Slaying Blade, Slaying a Martial Soul!
"Damn it, that phoenix is trying to escape!"
On the crimson plains, several black shadows stood at the corners of a formation.
"No matter, the Phoenix Restraining Array has already been activated. That beast can't escape no matter what!"
"I wonder what rewards we'll receive from the Pope once we bring this thing back!"
"Not good!"
As the Evil Soul Masters exchanged words, the heavens and earth suddenly trembled.
A suffocating wave of death enveloped their hearts.
They, who often preached death in the Holy Spirit Cult, now felt death looming over themselves!
"Impudent!"
The black-robed supervisor at the forefront instantly revealed his martial soul—a withered, ancient, blood-red hand—blocking the golden slash that tore through the air.
"Is that all?"
It was none other than Sima Jinchi.
Jiang Chen and the others had originally planned to fight, but the moment they sensed the presence of a Titled Douluo, they gave up and called for backup instead.
They could take on Soul Kings or even Soul Emperors, but defeating a Titled Douluo would be too monstrous—
At least, in others' eyes, they were still just twelve or thirteen-year-old children.
What meaning would cultivation still have if someone like that could already crush Titled Douluo?
Being too exceptional was a sin in itself.
For Jiang Chen, though, it didn't matter much. He simply preferred to keep a low profile for the sake of peace.
With the protagonist Tang Wulin around, there was no need for him to rush ahead.
He just had to follow behind and pick up the loot.
After all, the last thing he wanted was to end up on the Holy Spirit Cult's top kill list and get hunted endlessly.
Too troublesome.
"As for these small fry," Jiang Chen said lightly, "Sima Jinchi alone is more than enough."
Now a Super Douluo, and wielder of the Dragon-Slaying Blade—
He was virtually invincible among his peers.
One strike!
The Dragon-Slaying Blade in his hand erupted in dazzling golden light, the dragon patterns on its edge coming alive, roaring with the cries of ten thousand dragons.
"Roar~~~"
The golden brilliance illuminated the sky, transforming the world into a sea of gold.
"How dare you act mighty before me, you mongrel dragon!"
The Holy Spirit Cult's supervisor laughed, staring at the dragon-patterned blade.
To survive this long in the Cult's main base meant he wasn't just anyone.
"My martial soul is a Blood Dragon that feeds on blood!"
A crimson dragon, covered in scales and fangs, appeared behind him.
The dragon's might spread across the battlefield.
As far as he was concerned, all martial souls with dragon bloodlines were powerful.
The purer the bloodline, the greater the strength.
For instance, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon could possibly evolve into the Holy Light Dragon if its bloodline purity reached a certain threshold.
His dragon might not possess the topmost lineage, but being a dragon martial soul, it was strong enough.
"At the very least, it's far stronger than yours—you're not even a real dragon!"
When he first saw Sima Jinchi, his heart had skipped a beat, fearing the Federation had discovered their operation.
If the Federation learned they hadn't yet captured the phoenix, even if they managed to escape, the Cult would punish—or even execute—them.
But now he realized it was just some fool who had dared to rush in alone.
"Since you're here, don't think about leaving!"
"Die!"
The Blood Dragon exuded a sinister aura, waves of blood energy spreading outward as the supervisor activated his Titled Douluo domain.
The Blood Dragon opened its gaping maw, trying to devour Sima Jinchi whole.
"Blame yourself for being careless! The Holy Cult is not something you can toy with!"
Sima Jinchi hadn't said a single word yet.
He wasn't surprised his first attack had been blocked—after all, this was a Titled Douluo.
If he had one-shotted him from the start, that would've been too unreasonable.
"In that case," he muttered, "two strikes will do."
"Two strikes? What two strikes?" the man sneered. "Are those your dying words?"
At that moment, Sima Jinchi's eyes snapped open.
"Two strikes—to cut you down!"
"Hahaha! You?!"
Sima Jinchi didn't respond. In his eyes, the man before him was already a corpse.
Dragon-Slaying Blade—unsheathed!
"Arrogant!"
The supervisor roared in fury. How dare this man not even look at him!
He'd make him kneel and beg for mercy!
But in the next instant—
Sima Jinchi moved.
And with him, the Dragon-Slaying Blade unleashed its true power!
A golden radiance burst forth, bathing the Blood Dragon in light.
The supervisor suddenly found that his martial soul—the Blood Dragon—had collapsed from the air, crashing helplessly to the ground.
He himself was forced down as well.
"What… what is this!?"
"What sorcery have you used!?"
A storm of disbelief raged in his heart.
This—this only happened under bloodline suppression!
But his martial soul was a genuine dragon.
How could it be suppressed by… a blade?
That made no sense!
"No! This must be an illusion!"
"Ninth Soul Skill—Crimson Blood Surge!"
Yet no matter how he shouted, his martial soul wouldn't respond.
It truly was suppressed by bloodline force!
"Demon! You're a demon! You're not human!"
Dragon-Slaying Blade—
The second strike!
He had said two moves—and that was all it would take.
The slash cleaved straight toward the Blood Dragon martial soul.
In the supervisor's horrified eyes, the Blood Dragon lay trembling on the ground, its gaze filled with fear and desperate pleading.
The blade fell.
Head severed.
Body split.
The dragon's head rolled.
"It's just a martial soul—it's an illusion! Martial souls can't die!"
But the supervisor soon realized, he could no longer sense his martial soul at all.
It was as if it had vanished from existence, leaving him an ordinary man.
He could still feel a faint trace of power—his soul power hadn't disappeared.
But without a martial soul, how could he wield it?
"Blood Dragon? Blood Dragon! Where are you? Stop hiding! Your master's calling!"
The supervisor collapsed to the ground, muttering madly.
Evil Soul Masters were already unhinged, and now, stripped of the very power they had sacrificed everything for, he had completely broken.
After all the struggles, after enduring hatred and disgust to become a Titled Douluo, he was back to nothing.
No—this was worse than the day he first awakened his martial soul!
"No! My martial soul!!!"
Jiang Chen stared at Sima Jinchi in disbelief.
To directly slay a martial soul—how outrageous was that?
"So this is the Dragon-Slaying Blade…"
The opponent had been fighting him head-on, yet one slash and his martial soul was gone.
Without a martial soul, he was nothing but an ordinary man.
Fortunately, this effect only applied to those with dragon bloodline martial souls.
If it worked against everyone, it would be terrifying.
This was also Sima Jinchi's first battle after achieving the realm of Super Douluo.
He hadn't expected it to end so easily—but then again, his opponent just had to have a dragon-type martial soul.
The perfect victim for the Dragon-Slaying Blade.
"I said two strikes," Sima Jinchi declared calmly. "I never go back on my word."
(END CHAPTER)
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