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Just as Yun Ming's voice fell, his figure vanished from the spot without any warning.
Merely a moment later, Yun Ming's figure appeared once again before everyone. His robes were neat, his aura as calm as an abyss, only his right hand was holding something extra.
To be precise, it was an extra person.
With a casual flick of his hand, Yun Ming sent that person flying through the air.
This person was of medium build, with an unremarkable appearance, slightly dark skin, and facial features without any distinctive traits—the type that, once thrown into a crowd, could never be found again.
Yet at this moment, his unremarkable face was filled with incredulous shock; he could not fathom how he had been discovered, despite having hidden so well.
Everything that had just happened was simply too fast; he clearly still hadn't figured out what had occurred.
However, this person was clearly no ordinary character. After the initial shock and bewilderment, he quickly steadied his figure in mid-air.
With his feet standing on empty air, his posture was wretched, but at least he had stabilized himself.
The next moment, an icy, violent aura erupted suddenly from within his body.
His skin transformed at a speed visible to the naked eye into a lifeless, grayish-green color, while strange crimson light welled up in his black pupils, and a dark red spider mark slowly emerged on his forehead.
A thick, baleful aura and the scent of blood emanated from him; he was clearly an Evil Soul Master.
Since this person was able to fly in mid-air, his cultivation was at least above that of a Spirit Saint. This person was named Yan Jin, and this explosion attack on the soul guidance train had been planned and led by him personally.
And now, it was clear that his plan had been ruined by someone!
Burning with rage, Yan Jin directly activated his Spirit Body Enhancement.
Three purple and five black spirit rings—eight in total—slowly rose from beneath his feet. Purple and black light intertwined around his body, and a pressure belonging to a Spirit Douluo level crushed outwards in all directions without restraint.
He spun around violently, his voice gloomy and sharp: "Which blind fool dares to ruin my plan?!"
After steadying himself, Yan Jin's crimson gaze first swept over the youths standing beside the carriage below.
Two Spirit Kings and three Spirit Ancestors—in front of him, an eight-ring Spirit Douluo, they were merely ants that could be crushed with a wave of his hand; they were not worth mentioning.
However, when his gaze continued to move upward and landed on the beautiful woman hovering in mid-air, he froze completely.
The woman had a tall figure, and her long, fiery red hair danced in the wind like burning flames. Her features were cold, beautiful, and exquisite; she was looking at him expressionlessly, and one could not even see any obvious emotional fluctuations in her eyes.
What shocked Yan Jin was naturally not her appearance or figure, but rather the fact that he recognized this person.
As an Evil Soul Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, he had to be intimately familiar with the powerhouses of these major forces on the continent.
And the woman before him was none other than the Spirit Pagoda's Vice Tower Master, the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu, a genuine, true-blue demigod powerhouse!
Yan Jin's brain buzzed as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over his head; the towering rage and violence from just a moment ago were instantly extinguished, leaving not even a single spark behind.
The viciousness in his crimson eyes faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by a nearly clear bewilderment and fear, and his originally ferocious, twisted face became exceptionally "peaceful."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing several times, feeling that his luck was truly the worst it could possibly be.
Hundreds and thousands of soul guidance trains ran across the continent every day; why on earth did he happen to pick the one Leng Yaozhu was riding?
For him, a Spirit Douluo, to face a Limit Douluo, running away should theoretically be a pipe dream, but Yan Jin did not give up completely.
This was because in the secret historical records of the Holy Spirit Cult, there had once been a record that made all Evil Soul Masters incredibly excited.
Ten Thousand Years ago, the Holy Spirit Cult had a Spirit Master whose cultivation was only at the Spirit King level, yet he successfully retreated unscathed from the hands of a level 98 Super Douluo.
With such a "great" precedent, Yan Jin felt he could try to fight for it—what if he actually created a miracle?
Yan Jin took a deep breath. His heart in his chest felt as if it had been gripped by an icy hand, and every beat carried the fear of impending death.
But he did not hesitate. Gritting his teeth, the vital blood within his body began to surge wildly along his secret meridians.
Burning vital blood, activating a forbidden technique, and exchanging it for a moment of escape speed far exceeding his own limits—this was a life-saving method he had learned from the cult's secret history, and it was his only hope at this moment.
However, just as he turned slightly and was about to detonate this power of vital blood, he froze in place once again.
His mouth opened slightly, his pupils contracted violently, and he stared in disbelief at the figure on the opposite side that had appeared in his line of sight without him knowing when.
Yan Jin also recognized this person, or to be more precise, there was no Spirit Master of any status on this continent who did not know this person.
Because this was Yun Ming, Master of the Sea God Pavilion of Shrek Academy, the Sky-Supporting Douluo, the number one person on the continent.
If running into the Spirit Pagoda's Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu, meant his luck was bad, then adding the Sky-Supporting Douluo, Yun Ming, made Yan Jin feel that he wasn't just having a streak of bad luck; he had been hit by all the bad luck of his past eight lifetimes packed into one.
With Yun Ming here, even with the motivation of the "Senior's" past deeds, Yan Jin did not feel he could escape.
But after the brief shock and despair, the expression on Yan Jin's face suddenly twisted.
He suddenly raised his voice, his tone sharp and hoarse, and roared in the direction of Yun Ming: "Fake! It's all fake! You want to trick me? It's not that easy!"
The vast majority of Evil Soul Masters were born with some mental issues; having been immersed in resentment and baleful energy for years, their minds had long since been corroded and riddled with holes.
The fact that both Limit Douluos, Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu, appeared at the same time had clearly exceeded the limit of Yan Jin's psychological endurance, directly crushing his sanity.
He refused to believe everything before him, thinking it must be an illusion, some kind of high-level Mental-type Spirit Ability.
Want to scare him off? He would never fall for it!
He no longer prepared to escape, but instead roared and flew in the direction of Yun Ming.
Eight spirit rings pulsed wildly around him, and his ten pitch-black fingernails grew to half a foot in length, bringing with them a shrill sound as they pierced the air, grabbing straight toward Yun Ming's face.
Watching Yan Jin pounce toward him, Yun Ming's face showed no change in expression.
In his hand, a crystal-clear, translucent spear appeared from who knows where; it was his Spirit, the Atlas Spear, which shared the same name as his title!
He made no unnecessary movements; he simply raised his right hand, turned his wrist lightly, and in the blink of an eye, thrust the spear four times.
Each thrust was so fast it felt like they were all launched simultaneously; the afterimages left by the spear tip in the air had not even dissipated before the next thrust had already pierced through.
The four spear beams, like four silvery-white bolts of lightning, seemed to cross space and landed precisely on Yan Jin.
Yan Jin on the opposite side did not even have the slightest room to resist; his two-word battle armor was as fragile as paper in front of the Atlas Spear.
The moment the spear beams pierced into his body, four clouds of blood mist exploded on him simultaneously.
Both shoulders and both hips—four joints were pierced at the same time, and the immense force nailed him in mid-air.
The madness in Yan Jin's eyes receded like a tide, and along with that madness, his limbs also vanished.
He stared blankly down, looking at his now bare torso, seeming not to have realized what had happened yet.
Only when the excruciating pain swept through every one of his nerves like a tsunami did he let out a shrill, extreme scream, falling straight down from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the gravel ground below with a thud.
Yun Ming did not even look at him again; the Atlas Spear in his hand quietly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.
He naturally knew the measure of his actions; he had only crippled his limbs, and with the robust vitality of a Spirit Douluo level, he would not die in the short term.
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A/N:
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