Behind Di Tian, a flash of silver light appeared, and a woman dressed in a silver dress, whose beauty seemed otherworldly, quietly emerged.
It was none other than the ruler of all soul beasts, the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena.
She gently shook her head.
"I don't know."
"I have never had any information about this person in my memory."
A ferocious beast opened its mouth.
Who cares who he is!
"He killed the King of Ten Thousand Demons, which makes him an enemy of my Soul Beast race!"
"This Ye Lingling, and her master, the Red Dust Sword Immortal, must both die!"
Despite his infamous reputation, the Demon King was ultimately a powerful beast of ferocious strength and a member of the top combat force of the Soul Beast race.
Now that he has been killed by humans, he sees it as a provocation against the entire soul beast race.
That is incorrect.
A gentle female voice rang out, full of vitality.
In the emerald green halo, the Emerald Swan, Brigitte, appeared, her clear eyes filled with disapproval.
"Ye Lingling is a healing-type Soul Master."
"As we all know, a Soul Master who can cultivate a healing-type Martial Soul to its ultimate level must be kind and pure in nature."
"If the Demon King hadn't committed so many evil deeds and provoked her, why would she have resorted to such a deadly act?"
Brigitte paused, her tone turning somewhat cold.
"Besides, don't you know what kind of person the Demon King is?"
"How many of his fellow soul beasts have died at his hands over the years? I think it's a good thing he's been killed, so that no more of his compatriots will suffer at his hands."
"you!"
Xiong Jun roared angrily.
"Bridget, how dare you speak up for a human?!"
Brigitte met his gaze without flinching.
"I'm just stating the facts."
That's enough.
A cool and authoritative voice rang out, instantly silencing the argument between the two.
Gu Yuena stepped forward slowly, her silver eyes sweeping over Xiong Jun.
"Bridget is right."
Xiong Jun paused, somewhat unwilling.
"Owner..."
Gu Yuena's voice remained completely calm.
"As the sovereign of the Soul Beasts, my duty is to protect the future of the entire Soul Beast race, not to avenge every evil member of my race."
"If his death can serve as a warning to other ill-intentioned individuals, then he died a worthy death."
Xiong Jun fell silent and said nothing more.
Gu Yuena's gaze turned to the distance once more, as if trying to see through the endless void.
Her eyes also revealed a curiosity and inquiry just like Qian Renxue's.
"but..."
"Just who is this mortal sword immortal?"
...
Outside Jialing Pass.
The main base of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was equally tense.
"Ye Lingling..."
"He's even stronger than Mu Bai? How... how is this possible?"
Yu Xiaogang stared at the gradually fading Heavenly Ranking subtitles, his eyes behind his glasses filled with disbelief.
He devoted his entire life to the study of martial spirits, and considered himself the number one theorist on the continent.
But what happened today was like a resounding slap in the face, shattering all his theories and understanding.
A support-type Soul Master who defeated a power-attack type Battle Soul Master in a single, head-on attack.
A 28-year-old level 96 titled Douluo.
The ninth spirit ring, which is over 500,000 years old.
Any one of these points would be enough to overturn his proud ten core competencies of martial spirit.
"Ye Lingling".
Standing on his commanding position, Tang San looked at the final name on the list of successful candidates, a hint of surprise flashing in his azure eyes.
He remembered the name.
He seems to be the support-type Soul Master from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, whose Martial Soul is the Nine-Hearted Begonia.
Unexpectedly, that unremarkable support-type Soul Master has grown to this level.
Without the incredible rewards of the Nine Trials of the Sea God, in terms of cultivation speed alone, I am far inferior to her now.
Tang San's knuckles tapped lightly on the armrest.
This person should either be recruited to our side, or...
An uncontrollable top-tier expert, if left unchecked, will ultimately be a menace.
"The Immortal Swordsman of the Mortal World?"
Yu Xiaogang snapped out of his daze and noticed another name on the resume, his tone revealing a hint of disdain.
"Hmph, just making a fuss over nothing."
"So what if he taught a Title Douluo? What's so great about that?"
He straightened his back, and pride returned to his face.
"I have taught a god!"
Tang San smiled slightly upon hearing his teacher's words.
He also didn't take that so-called mortal sword immortal seriously.
Although the sword pellet is powerful, it is ultimately just an external object.
In the Douluo Continent, ultimately, it is one's own strength that matters.
Having already become the supreme sea god and about to rule the world, why would he fear a so-called sword immortal who hides his face?
"joke!"
Tang San slowly rose to his feet, and an invisible, boundless divine power filled the entire command tent.
"Who else but me deserves to be number one on this Heavenly Ranking!"
...
Beneath the city wall of Jialing Pass.
The deathly silence of the battlefield was broken by the exclamations of the Shrek members.
Supported by Oscar and Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai's face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
He stared at Ye Lingling's retreating figure, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of emotions: shock, resentment, and a hint of...fear.
At this moment, the focus of everyone else's attention was clearly no longer on him.
"Five...580,000 years! My god, is this still a spirit ring?"
Ning Rongrong's mouth gaped open, completely unable to comprehend what the number represented.
"Who is the Mortal Sword Immortal...?"
Oscar muttered to himself, his mind also in turmoil.
For a moment, the Shrek team hesitated, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
Dai Mubai took a deep breath, suppressed his surging blood and qi, and said in a deep voice.
"This person's strength is strange, we... should retreat!"
He was already prepared to retreat first; continuing the fight would be futile and would only bring shame upon himself.
"Retreat? What retreat!"
A loud, boisterous shout rang out.
Ma Hongjun squeezed out from the back of the line, his small eyes fixed on Ye Lingling's slender silver figure, filled with undisguised passion and a desire to conquer.
"Watch me!"
He took a step forward, puffed out his chest, and shouted loudly with an air of arrogance.
"Ye Lingling, is it? My brother Tang San has already achieved the position of Sea God, and is destined to unify the entire continent in the future!"
"I, Ma Hongjun, as his brother, will surely achieve godhood in the future!"
He spoke arrogantly, in a condescending tone.
"I advise you to obediently submit to me and become my slave!"
"When I ascend to the realm of gods in the future, if I am in a good mood, I might even take pity on you and bring you up with me to be a maid who serves tea and water!"
In his view, his brother Tang San is a god, and he himself will be a god in the future.
No matter how strong a woman is, she should always take the initiative to fawn over him.
His words were undoubtedly a tremendous favor to Ye Lingling.
After saying that, he glanced at the golden light that had long since dissipated in the air, curled his lip, and shouted even louder.
"And that so-called Mortal Sword Immortal, I spit on him!"
"I think he's just a pile of dog shit! A cowardly rat hiding its head and tail, dares to call itself an immortal?"
(End of chapter)