Chapter 41: A Ten-Thousand-Year Comparison, The True Weight of Spirit Hall
After witnessing Yun Yuan's true combat strength, the black-robed man was on the verge of madness. He was a Soul King, yet he couldn't defeat a rank twenty-five Soul Grandmaster. Where was the justice in that?
But in response, there was no movement at all. Only Yun Yuan's voice, filled with killing intent and mockery, rang out.
"Stop shouting. Your teacher is probably already on the road to hell, just like you."
"Third Prince of the Silves Kingdom, Simon."
Hearing this, the black-robed man froze in place. Beneath his mask, his pupils shrank sharply, clearly shocked.
"Y-you… how do you know my identity?!"
The black-robed man, who was Simon, asked in confusion. He couldn't understand it. He had clearly disguised himself well enough, so how could Yun Yuan still recognize him?
In response, Yun Yuan let out a cold laugh. Holding the Atlas Spear, he slowly stepped forward as he explained.
"When I met you earlier, I could already tell your intentions were impure and that you carried a violent aura."
"I had just left the Great Soul Arena, and a fallen one came straight to me. Who else could it be but you?"
After Yun Yuan finished speaking, he had already approached within a short distance of Simon. The sharp Atlas Spear in his hand pointed directly at him, ready to end this fallen one.
Just as Simon was filled with fear—
Another figure radiating an evil aura suddenly fell from the sky, landing not far from Yun Yuan and Simon, blood pouring from his mouth.
"Teacher, how did you end up like this?!"
Simon glanced over and, seeing it was his teacher, hurried to his side and helped the sinister old man up.
"Disciple… this time we didn't kick an iron plate… we kicked a steel plate!"
The sinister old man clutched the wound on his chest, speaking with a face full of terror.
Originally, he thought that with his Soul Saint cultivation, combined with the strength of a fallen one, even if a Soul Douluo appeared, he would still be able to escape.
But he never expected Yun Yuan's protector to be so terrifying.
Not long after, a figure clad in golden armor descended. His entire body radiated light and holiness. It was Elder Feng who was protecting Yun Yuan and Bibi Dong.
Simon looked toward Elder Feng and saw nine soul rings circling around him.
"A light-attribute Titled Douluo!!!"
"It's over… Teacher, we won't make it out tonight."
Facing Elder Feng's arrival, Simon fell into complete despair, with no desire to escape left.
Light-attribute soul masters already heavily restrained them, and now standing before them was a Titled Douluo.
How could they possibly escape? Even if they grew extra wings, they wouldn't be able to flee from such a powerhouse.
After landing, Elder Feng looked at the two fallen ones before him, his eyes filled with disgust.
"It seems our Spirit Hall has been negligent to allow a Soul King and a Soul Saint fallen ones to roam freely in the world. Who knows how many lives they've harmed?"
"Today, as Vice Captain of the Angel Legion, I shall represent the holy Angel God and pass judgment upon you fallen ones."
Hearing Elder Feng's words, Yun Yuan's lips twitched slightly. From the way Elder Feng spoke, it sounded as if the appearance of a Soul King and a Soul Saint fallen ones were a major incident.
But when Yun Yuan thought about ten thousand years later, when evil soul masters ran rampant, with Soul Kings and Soul Saints everywhere, even Ultimate Douluo existing, and even forming the Holy Spirit Cult—
A force that would continue to plague the Douluo Continent for twenty thousand years without disappearing—
Only then did he realize the true weight of Spirit Hall in this era. For fallen ones to survive was incredibly difficult.
In contrast, the Shrek Academy ten thousand years later was practically useless. Although it had a supervision group, it did nothing to solve the problem of rampant evil soul masters. Truly incompetent.
After issuing a death sentence to the two fallen ones, Elder Feng's Six-Winged Angel martial soul appeared behind him, radiating light and holiness.
"Not good… disciple, I'll have to sacrifice you so I can escape."
As he spoke, blood-red soul power surged around the sinister old man, linking with the soul power inside Simon's body.
The next moment.
The old man slammed his palm forward, sending Simon's body flying toward Yun Yuan.
Before this hunt, he had already tampered with Simon's body. As long as he activated the soul power in a specific way, he could detonate Simon's body, creating massive destructive power.
This technique, which he called Corpse Explosion, was an excellent method for mutual destruction.
To escape from a Titled Douluo, he needed something to draw attention, and Simon, turned into a corpse bomb, was perfect for that.
Seeing this, Yun Yuan stood still, watching Simon fly toward him without making a move, even though he could have used his wind-thunder wings to escape.
Because he trusted Elder Feng beside him. A light-attribute Titled Douluo would absolutely be able to protect him.
Not every Titled Douluo was as unreliable as Xuan Zi, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult ten thousand years later.
As expected, midway through Simon's flight, a giant angelic palm struck him. At the moment of contact, Simon's body exploded, producing a massive blast.
"Fallen ones are indeed fallen ones. Such lowly methods should not exist in this world."
With that said, Elder Feng turned his gaze toward the sinister old man, who had already fled dozens of meters away.
The next moment.
In the hands of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul behind him, a massive angelic sword dozens of meters long appeared, interwoven with light and flames, radiating a holy aura.
"Trying to run? Can you really escape? Taste my Holy Sword."
As Elder Feng's words fell, the enormous Holy Sword slashed down instantly, light power flooding hundreds of meters around.
Sensing the danger behind him, the sinister old man turned back and saw the massive sword descending upon him.
"No—!"
With a final scream, before he could even release his martial soul, he was pierced through by the Holy Sword and completely perished.
After finishing everything, Elder Feng withdrew his angel martial soul and descended beside Yun Yuan and Bibi Dong.
"Xiao Yuan, I didn't expect to encounter fallen ones in Silves City. These rats in the gutters are truly everywhere. Disgusting."
After sighing, Elder Feng turned his gaze to Yun Yuan and couldn't help but praise him.
"Xiao Yuan, your combat strength is truly terrifying. Crossing three major ranks to defeat a Soul King… no wonder your teacher told me you are the strongest prodigy he has ever seen."
"Such a feat… throughout history, only you have been able to accomplish it."
Hearing this, before Yun Yuan could respond, Bibi Dong spoke first.
"That's only natural. Elder Feng, my junior brother, is a heaven-defying genius with overwhelming combat power. In the future, he will stand at the peak of soul masters and become a legend of the soul master world."
Bibi Dong's words were filled with pride and arrogance, as if she herself were the one who had defeated a Soul King.
"Haha, indeed. Xiao Yuan, I also look forward to the day you stand at the peak of soul masters. However, that won't be easy. You must not become arrogant or complacent now."
End of Chapter