Chapter 19: Instant Kill, The Enraged Bald Stout Man
Boom!
The Black Gold Sword Wings slammed into the blood-red shield, stirring up ripples of crimson, yet they could not advance an inch.
At the same time, the Black Gold Sword Wings on the other side were also blocked.
The short, fat man's Martial Soul was the ceramic jar he had been holding earlier; it was dark red all over, and now it had expanded several times in size, its body blocking the Black Gold Sword Wings.
In the distance, Su Mo frowned slightly.
Relying on the newly acquired Black Gold Sword Wings, it was indeed still difficult to break through the defense of a high-level Spirit Ancestor.
With a shift of his will, countless sword feathers traced arcs in the air, flying back behind him to reassemble into the Black Gold Sword Wings.
With a flap of his wings, his figure rose from the ground, arriving above the three of them in an instant, looking down at them from high above.
"Hmm? Just a little brat?!" The Bald Stout Man exclaimed in surprise when he saw who it was.
He had assumed that the Spirit Hall enforcement team had discovered them and was wondering how to escape.
It turned out to be just a greenhorn?
He hurriedly sensed his surroundings but found no one else, only the boy in front of him who looked no older than ten.
"Boss!" The female Fallen Spirit Master cried out in alarm, pointing at Su Mo's back.
"Look at those wings on his back; they don't seem to be condensed from Soul Power. Could it be... the legendary External Soul Bone?!"
"What?!" The Bald Stout Man's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the Black Gold Sword Wings on Su Mo's back. The next instant, greed welled up in his eyes.
"Haha, it must be!"
"Big Brother!" Fatty walked over and licked his lips. "This kid actually has such a treasure! He's truly a fat sheep delivered to our doorstep!
Besides, the blood of a Soul Master is much more delicious than that of these lowly commoners.
And he's such a young one, with tender skin and flesh; just thinking about it makes it delicious. I really want to taste it right now!"
"Kid!" The Bald Stout Man sneered. "Be a good boy and come down to die, and I might leave your corpse intact!"
At this moment, he didn't take Su Mo seriously at all.
He was just a kid who relied on a Soul Bone to sneak attack and kill the weakest among them.
At such an age, how strong could he be?
In a direct confrontation, crushing him wouldn't be any harder than crushing an ant.
"Are you finished?" Su Mo hovered in mid-air, his voice terrifyingly calm.
His gaze swept over the corpses strewn across the ground and then glanced at the survivors; a cold murderous intent rose from the depths of his eyes.
"You damned Fallen Spirit Masters, you've killed so many innocent villagers. Die!"
He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Asura Demon Sword materialized in his palm.
At the same time, one yellow and two purple Soul Rings suddenly appeared beneath his feet, shining exceptionally brightly in the night sky.
"A thousand-year second Soul Ring?!"
"A Soul Elder?! How is that possible! How old is he?!" The Bald Stout Man exclaimed in shock.
Fatty and the female Fallen Spirit Master's expressions also changed drastically at the same time.
To have a thousand-year second Soul Ring and be a Soul Elder at such an age—this was definitely not something an ordinary Soul Master could achieve!
That kid's background must be significant; he was likely from some major power.
But they had no time to think further, because Su Mo had already made his move. The first and second Soul Rings beneath his feet flashed in succession.
His attack, speed, strength, and defense instantly doubled.
Coupled with the all-attribute boost from the Black Gold Sword Wings.
At this moment, although Su Mo's Soul Power level was only thirty-two, his overall strength was already enough to rival a Spirit Ancestor.
Although there was still a gap compared to the two high-level Spirit Ancestors before him, his Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul had a certain suppressive effect on their Martial Souls, so it wasn't as if he didn't have the power to fight.
Su Mo's Black Gold Sword Wings flapped violently, and he dove downwards.
"You're courting death!" The Bald Stout Man roared, and the second Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up instantly. "Second Spirit Skill, Blood Wings!"
A pair of huge, blood-colored bat wings condensed behind him, and with a violent flap, he charged toward Su Mo.
However, Su Mo had no intention of tangling with him at all.
His goal was very clear: kill the female Fallen Spirit Master first.
Just as the two were about to collide head-on, the Black Gold Sword Wings behind Su Mo tilted sharply, brushing past the Bald Stout Man and diving straight for the female Fallen Spirit Master on the ground.
The Bald Stout Man missed his attack, his expression changing drastically, and he hurriedly turned back to pursue.
Fatty's ceramic jar also flew out of his hand, spinning rapidly in the air as it smashed toward Su Mo.
As for the female Fallen Spirit Master, seeing Su Mo coming straight for her, her face turned instantly pale.
But she was a Spirit Ancestor after all; at this life-and-death moment, she gritted her teeth, her third Soul Ring flashed, and she frantically mobilized her Soul Power!
Countless black vines burst from the ground in front of her, each as thick as a baby's arm, like living snakes, swarming toward Su Mo to entangle him!
However, Su Mo had no intention of dodging or slowing down.
He didn't even swing his sword to cut them.
His figure spun violently, and he himself became like a spinning top, crashing straight into that sea of vines.
Chi chi chi chi...
The moment those black vines touched the Black Gold Sword Wings, they shattered into pieces.
Black sap splattered everywhere, and the severed vines landed on the ground, still wriggling slightly.
"What! Save me!" The female Fallen Spirit Master's pupils contracted, and she screamed in terror, still continuously mobilizing her vines, trying to stop Su Mo.
Her method of attack relied solely on using vines to entangle enemies and then draining their life force.
Once her vines were broken, she was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
However, no matter how many vines there were, they were useless in front of Su Mo's Black Gold Sword Wings.
In an instant, Su Mo arrived in front of the female Fallen Spirit Master.
A flash of sword light passed!
The female Fallen Spirit Master only felt a chill at her neck.
She wanted to speak, to scream, to beg for mercy.
But she couldn't make a sound.
Because her throat had been completely cut open.
"Uh... uh..."
She widened her eyes, her mouth opening and closing, her hands clutching her neck.
The next second.
Her head slid from her neck, hitting the ground with a thud, rolling twice, her wide eyes filled with endless terror and unwillingness.
The headless corpse also fell straight forward, slamming into the ground with a bang.
At this moment, Su Mo had already opened up the distance again, flying back into mid-air, dodging the pincer attack from the Bald Stout Man and Fatty.
He hovered in the night, the Black Gold Sword Wings flapping slowly behind him.
He knew that the real tough battle was yet to come.
The remaining two had Soul Power levels far higher than his: one was level forty-five, and one was level forty-four.
And he was only level thirty-two.
Maintaining the boost required constant consumption of Soul Power; a prolonged battle was very disadvantageous for him, so he had to end it quickly.
The Bald Stout Man looked at the headless female corpse on the ground, and a surge of rage immediately welled up in his heart.
It wasn't because he cared about the female Fallen Spirit Master.
They were Fallen Spirit Masters and never spoke of feelings.
They gathered together only to resist the Spirit Hall enforcement team.
After all, one more person meant one more source of strength.
What he was truly enraged about was that a brat under ten years old had killed two of his people right in front of him, a Spirit Ancestor!
This was simply not taking him seriously at all!
"Fourth Soul Skill, Blood Bat Shattering Void Chant!"