The seven-colored pillar of light gradually contracted.
The Glazed Pure Light Armor completely conformed to the fused body of the two.
The seven-colored radiance shining through the visor wasn’t particularly dazzling, yet every person present instinctively narrowed their eyes.
Flender rose from the collapsed room in the distance.
A clear footprint was embedded in his chest.
The force behind that kick was simply impossible for a Soul Ancestor to unleash.
His chest felt tight.
But— “A martial soul fusion skill…
You two really are giving me more and more surprises…” Flender’s entire attention was focused on the light.
But at that moment, Zhao Wuji’s Vigorous Vajra Palm was already in front of him.
There was no time to withdraw his hand.
And he had no intention of doing so.
The bear paw carried the force of a thousand kilograms.
The third soul ring erupted with light around his palm, and the air itself was compressed with a thunderous boom.
Because he had sensed an extremely dangerous pressure from that glazed armor.
It was the instinct of a Soul Saint.
The battle-hardened vigilance of the Immovable King!
Ning Rongrong didn’t move.
Or rather— The Glazed Pure Light Armor didn’t move.
Zhao Wuji’s bear paw slammed solidly into the armor’s chestplate.
“BOOM—!” A shockwave erupted from the point of contact and spread in every direction.
The tables, chairs, and bed inside the room were instantly blown away.
Plaster crumbled from the walls, while Xiao Wu was pushed backward three steps by the shockwave.
Tang San abruptly straightened his back.
He activated his Purple Demon Eyes to their full extent, barely managing to see what had happened.
Zhao Wuji’s right arm was trembling.
He lowered his head and looked at his palm.
The web between his thumb and forefinger had split open, blood dripping between his fingers.
Yet there wasn’t even a scratch on the opponent’s chestplate.
“What the hell is this defense…?” Before he could finish speaking, the Glazed Pure Light Armor moved.
It wasn’t speed.
It was light.
The image of the armor still standing before Zhao Wuji remained on his retinas.
Yet a knee had already slammed into his abdomen.
His massive bear body bent like a shrimp, rising nearly three feet off the ground as saliva mixed with stomach acid sprayed from the corner of his mouth.
The second strike followed immediately.
A knife-hand strike slammed into the back of his neck.
Zhao Wuji crashed heavily into the floor.
The wooden flooring exploded into a two-meter-wide crater, splinters flying everywhere as the phantom of his Vigorous Vajra Bear martial soul flickered violently before collapsing!
From the moment he attacked to the moment he was knocked down— Less than two seconds had passed.
Li Yusong stood frozen in the doorway.
He hadn’t expected things to turn out like this.
Flender gritted his teeth and stood back up.
His seventh soul ring lit up beneath his feet.
His Owl True Body was released.
A pair of enormous wings unfolded from his back, his body becoming slender and sharp, while his pupils narrowed into vertical slits.
Although he didn’t believe the two could defeat them through a martial soul fusion skill, he couldn’t allow their momentum to grow any further.
Otherwise, subduing them would become even more difficult!
Flender’s figure dragged out an afterimage in the air.
With his Owl True Body activated, his speed reached its peak.
His wings stretched nearly six meters wide, and every flap whipped up violent gusts of wind.
He circled through the air, his vertical pupils firmly locked onto the glazed-armored figure below.
“I have the advantage in the air.
Let’s see how you…” Before he could finish— A pair of wings suddenly unfolded behind the Glazed Pure Light Armor.
They were condensed entirely from light.
Every feather was as fine as golden silk, their edges flowing with seven-colored glazed radiance.
The instant the wings spread, the soul power particles in the air were completely ignited.
Specks of light drifted through the air like fireflies.
Flender’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
A flying-type martial soul fusion skill?!
He instinctively flapped his wings and pulled away.
But it was already too late.
The Glazed Pure Light Armor disappeared from the ground.
It didn’t fly upward.
It simply appeared behind him.
At the speed of light.
Every hair on Flender’s body stood on end.
The instincts of his Owl True Body screamed warnings.
Without thinking, he abruptly folded his wings and rolled through the air.
His sixth soul ring lit up at the same time.
Dozens of cyan wind blades shot out from between his wings, covering every angle behind him.
Every wind blade contained powerful soul power.
The Glazed Pure Light Armor merely raised its right hand.
A point of golden light appeared at the tip of its index finger.
The golden light exploded.
A half-meter-wide beam of light shot from the fingertip with terrifying precision.
The beam pierced through the formation of wind blades.
It slipped through the gaps with perfect accuracy, passing through without wasting even a trace of energy and colliding with a single blade.
Flender forcibly twisted his waist in midair.
The beam grazed his left wing, severing several blue feathers that fluttered slowly toward the ground.
Cold sweat broke out across Flender’s back.
“You managed to dodge that?” A voice emerged from beneath the visor.
It was the combined voice of a man and a woman, carrying a hint of lazy surprise.
“Then try this.” The Glazed Pure Light Armor spread both arms.
The next moment, countless spheres of light appeared across the surface of the armor.
Dense.
Endless.
Blanketing the sky.
“Yasaka no Magatama.” There were so many spheres of light that they couldn’t possibly be counted, covering nearly half the sky.
Then— They came crashing down.
What the hell kind of soul skill was this?!
Was it a self-created soul skill?
Or a soul bone skill?
An area-of-effect attack with this level of precision…
Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had no record of having anything like this!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
The spheres of light chased Flender through the sky, exploding one after another.
The clusters of exploding light connected into a continuous chain, as if someone were setting off fireworks in midair.
Flender desperately dodged.
The speed of his Owl True Body was pushed to its absolute limit.
Left.
Right.
Up.
Down.
His cyan afterimages carved jagged lines through the sky.
He couldn’t dodge them all.
There were simply too many.
Flender gritted his teeth and poured soul power into his wings.
The countless wind blades no longer targeted anything.
Instead, they erupted indiscriminately in every direction around him.
Cyan and golden light violently collided in the air.
The explosions were deafening.
Wind blades and spheres of light annihilated each other, leaving behind clouds of distorted light.
Flender’s chest heaved violently, veins bulging on his forehead.
That exchange alone had consumed nearly thirty percent of his soul power.
He was a Soul Saint, yet even he had been forced to expend this much energy.
And the opponent?!
The opponent was still hovering in midair!
Both arms remained spread wide!
There wasn’t even the slightest sign of exhaustion!
But the scene before him had completely exceeded Flender’s understanding.
A Soul Saint versus a Soul Elder.
{T/N: Flender has misunderstood the MC’s true strength because the MC has never revealed it.} Between them stood Soul Ancestor, Soul King, and Soul Emperor—three entire major realms.
A thirty-level gap in soul power.
By all rights, a single burst of pressure should have been enough to leave the opponent struggling to breathe.
Yet these two hadn’t merely endured it.
They had kicked him flying twice.
For a martial soul fusion skill to cross ten ranks was already considered extraordinary.
To cross fifteen ranks could be called a divine skill.
To cross twenty ranks was legendary.
And these two little monsters had directly crossed Soul Ancestor, Soul King, and Soul Emperor, suppressing a Soul Saint!
They had crossed more than twenty ranks.
Then Flender noticed something.
Light.
After the countless spheres of light exploded, the soul power particles in the air didn’t dissipate.
Instead, as though being drawn by some invisible force, they gathered toward the Glazed Pure Light Armor at a visible speed.
The specks of light entered the surface of the armor and merged into its seven-colored glaze.
With every bit that entered, the armor’s radiance grew brighter.
This martial soul fusion skill was strengthened by light.
As long as there was light, there would be an endless supply of energy.
“This…
how the hell are we supposed to fight this?!” Flender gritted his teeth and looked downward.
Zhao Wuji was climbing out of the crater, covered in dust and grime.
The two exchanged a glance.
They were both old hands.
No words were necessary.
This was no longer a simple quarrel between children.
Shrek Academy had two Soul Saints overseeing it, and they were both well-known figures in the soul master world.
If the two of them were beaten senseless by two juniors in front of their students, the Shrek Academy name would be ruined by tomorrow.
They had failed to recruit the students.
And now they were going to have their reputation smashed instead…