For no apparent reason, a sudden wave of dread welled up within the Envoy of the God of Death. This feeling was something that even the mysterious figure who had previously slain the Titled Douluo Elder of the Holy Ghost Cult had never given him.
"Attack together and kill him!"
In his panic and terror, the Envoy of the God of Death commanded the twelve corpse slaves to strike simultaneously.
Feng Piaoling's speed did not decrease in the slightest as he drew the Level 5 soul tool from his waist, the Heavenly Tribulation Sword.
Sword light and lightning flashed, cutting straight across the horizon. Feng Piaoling flashed through the encirclement of the corpse slaves, moving so fast that one could not even blink before the sword light and lightning could fade.
Puff!
Puff, puff, puff...
Fresh blood splattered as the twelve corpse slaves were slain with a single strike. Their corpses scattered haphazardly across the ground, their eyes devoid of terror, filled entirely with an expression of liberation.
"Killing twelve of my corpse slaves with a single strike... how could there be such a swift sword..."
The Envoy of the God of Death stared with wide, furious eyes. He discovered to his horror that after these corpse slaves were struck by the sword, he seemed to lose control over them. He hurriedly circulated his soul power and soul skills, but those corpse slaves offered no reaction whatsoever, rendering him completely unable to make them detonate.
"To think they can't undergo corpse explosion... this is absolutely impossible." The voice of the Envoy of the God of Death was filled with utter disbelief as he whirled around to flee.
Yet he discovered that Feng Piaoling had already appeared before him like a phantom, slashing out casually with his sword.
"What's going on? How can my head see my own back?" The Envoy of the God of Death felt his body drifting away as his line of sight caught a glimpse of his own back. Meanwhile, Feng Piaoling had already sheathed his sword, turning away. That bizarre sensation filled him with matchless panic.
Death came too swiftly. Perhaps until the very end, the Envoy of the God of Death never understood exactly how he died.
However, none of this concerned Feng Piaoling. As long as they were evil soul masters, they all deserved to die.
"Interesting. Although this is merely a corpse wight who has just touched the fringes of necromancy and sacrificed his own flesh and blood, you severed the connection between him and the corpse slaves relying solely on this entry-level sword intent. It appears that this new power of yours truly possesses a vast room for development."
Electrolux's admiring voice echoed within Feng Piaoling's mind.
"This is also because the opponent relied excessively on soul skills. Had he been able to spread the corpse explosion technique throughout the entire bodies of the corpse slaves, then unless I could elevate my sword intent to the realm of great accomplishment or even completion, I wouldn't have been able to sever the connection between him and the corpse slaves at all. But then again, by the time I reach that stage, I will already be capable of obliterating the bodies of the corpse slaves with a single strike, so whether the connection is severed or not will no longer be important."
As Feng Piaoling spoke, he fished out several Fire Bullet Talismans from the Four Symbols Coiling Dragon Belt at his waist, separating out waves of fire to incinerate the bodies and heads of the Envoy of the God of Death and the corpse slaves.
"Indeed. However, I do have a suggestion. Since your sword intent can amplify your attack power and you possess the talent to reconstruct other combat tactics into sword techniques, you might as well reconstruct my necromancy magic into sword techniques suitable for you. If you do, it might perhaps unleash a might far exceeding that of necromancy magic itself."
Electrolux said.
"Sword and magic? That does sound like an excellent path. Then I will trouble you to guide your disciple more in the future, Teacher." Feng Piaoling nodded.
"Teacher? I thought you brat didn't intend to formally acknowledge me as your master. Were it not for that, this old man would have imparted necromancy magic to you long ago."
Electrolux spoke in a huffy tone.
Feng Piaoling smiled, "No, in my heart, you have long been my teacher."
Electrolux laughed and chided, "At least you brat have a bit of a conscience. It wasn't in vain that this old man has stood guard for you at every single moment over the past year or so. You ought to know that every matter you engage in now and every enemy you contact is highly dangerous for you... This old man doesn't want his sole disciple in this world to die an unnatural death one day."
A wave of warmth filled Feng Piaoling's heart, "I understand. However, there are some matters that truly must be done."
Feng Piaoling naturally knew that the current Holy Ghost Cult and Shrek were both extremely dangerous for him. But if certain things were left undone, he would definitely regret it in the future.
Electrolux spoke noncommittally, "That is true, otherwise you brat wouldn't have ended up together with this old man. Had I not been intercepted by you back then and entered the spiritual sea of that brat named Huo Yuhao instead, given that boy's mindset and conduct, perhaps this old man wouldn't have met a good end in the future."
"And while you haven't explicitly stated your purpose, this old man has already formed a rough guess in his heart regarding what you wish to do... In short, it's still the same old saying: in your future actions, you must exercise extra caution."
Feng Piaoling nodded. He fished out an Earth Escape Talisman from his waist with his right hand, transforming into a burst of yellow light that sank into the ground and vanished from sight.
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On the other side, after Elder Xuan departed from the Mingdu Mountain Range, because he lacked the face to return to Shrek, he could only first utilize a flying soul tool to convey the members of Shrek toward Star Luo City to seek out people for treatment.
With Dai Huabin and Dai Yueheng, the two young masters of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, serving as guides.
They quickly located the finest physicians and healing-system soul masters.
Because they were delivered for treatment in a timely manner, coupled with the fact that the poison of the Envoy of the God of Death was relatively straightforward, the several individuals who had been afflicted by the poisonous blood finally pulled through the danger.
It was just that the two feet and one hand lost by Gongyang Mo, the lower body of Bei Bei, and the legs and lower body of Xu Sanshi could never be restored again.
There was also Zhou Yi's face; her originally extremely beautiful countenance was thoroughly ruined. Even though they had requested a healing-system soul master, there was no way to restore it to its original state. After all, in this Douluo Dalu II world where the Nine Heart Begonia martial soul had already faded into obscurity, healing-system soul masters could not achieve the level of regenerating flesh and blood, let alone regrowing severed limbs.
The skin and flesh on Zhou Yi's face had rotted away completely, half of her nose had been corroded, and her right ear was left as nothing but a hole. Unless they could locate the Blue Silver Emperor, there was absolutely no possibility of restoration.
Seeing Zhou Yi's hideous appearance—looking neither like a human nor a ghost—Elder Xuan felt a surge of uncontainable fury. "Elder Mu places great stock in Huo Yuhao. For Huo Yuhao's sake, I will grant you one final opportunity. If you fail to lead Shrek Academy to secure the championship this time, you do not need to return to the academy."
"Elder Xuan, rest assured. If we fail to secure the championship in this Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Duel Elite Tournament, I shall commit suicide on the spot to apologize to the academy."
Zhou Yi delivered her grand declaration right then and there.
At this moment, only three days remained before the opening of the tournament.
Although Chen Zifeng, Yao Haoxuan, and He Caitou were already dead, and Gongyang Mo and Xu Sanshi had lost the capacity to participate in the tournament due to their missing limbs.
Dai Yueheng and Ma Xiaotao required at least half a month for their injuries to fully recover.
Bei Bei's situation was slightly better; although he had lost his lower body functionality, his injuries were not as severe as those of Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng. After undergoing detoxification and receiving treatment from the healing-system soul masters, he could basically recover before the opening of the tournament, which would not impact his ability to fight.
With Ling Luochen and Xi Xi, the two Soul Kings, alongside Huo Yuhao, Dai Huabin, Wang Dong'er, Wu Feng, and Bei Bei, the five members of the preparatory team.
In this tournament where the participating academies generally fielded contestants with three or four rings, they might perhaps secure the championship without Dai Yueheng and Ma Xiaotao even needing to step forward.
"Remember the words you have spoken," Elder Xuan snorted coldly, turning to depart.
At this very moment, words could hardly describe how vexed he felt in his heart.
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