Chapter 28: Five-Ring Soul King
Lin Yang also leaped down from the carriage, light swirling beneath his feet as two yellow Soul Rings suddenly rose.
A Two-Ring Great Soul Master?
The young guard's pupils constricted; just how old was he?
Although Lin Yang acted very mature and steady, it still couldn't hide the fact that he was quite young.
To already be a second ring at such a young age, and with the optimal spirit ring configuration, his talent was truly astonishing.
However, despite his surprise, the young guard didn't have any extra thoughts at the moment.
He was, after all, a Rank 34 Soul Elder.
Three rings against two, plus an extra thousand-year spirit ring—the advantage was his!
A glint flashed in Lin Yang's eyes as he lightly stepped on the ground.
Blood-red brambles immediately surged forth, twisting toward the young guard like venomous snakes.
Facing the sudden attack, the young guard did not panic.
He held the Bronze Shield in his hand before him, and at the same time, his first spirit ring lit up.
A barrier shimmering with a faint bronze light instantly expanded, enveloping his entire body.
Humph!
Lin Yang let out a cold snort, and the blood-red brambles, like living things, instantly coiled around the barrier.
The slender thorny vines tightened rapidly, a terrifying force suddenly exerting itself upon the barrier.
Crack, crack, crack!
A tooth-aching sound of cracking suddenly rang out. The young guard's expression changed wildly as he looked at the flickering barrier around him.
Although his First Soul Skill was only from a ten-year soul ring, it was extremely compatible with his Martial Soul, making its execution no weaker than an ordinary hundred-year spirit ring.
But now, it couldn't even withstand a single exchange?
At this moment, the young guard no longer dared to underestimate Lin Yang. He immediately roared as his second and third Soul Rings quickly lit up.
"Second Soul Skill: Tremor."
"Third Soul Skill: Charge."
Soul Power flooded into the Bronze Shield in his hand like a bursting dam.
The young guard stomped his foot heavily, and the ground exploded into a bowl-sized hole.
His entire being seemed to transform into a galloping bronze chariot, using the shield as a spearhead to crash forward violently.
Lin Yang didn't even look, raising his hand and making a grasping motion.
"Blood Thorn Strangling!"
In an instant, the barrier around the young guard shattered.
The thorns coiling around him quickly wrapped around his body, Binding him like a zongzi.
The Soul skills was interrupted, and the sharp thorns easily sliced through his protective Soul Power, piercing his skin and drinking his blood.
The young guard struggled frantically, only to discover in despair that these seemingly slender thorns were unimaginably tough, tightening further instead.
"Hel—"
He only had time to let out a short, half-strangled cry before the blood-red thorns wrapped around him suddenly tightened.
Puchi!
The hair-raising sound of bones shattering and the muffled noise of flesh being sliced exploded simultaneously, much like a bursting water bag.
Warm blood instantly splattered in all directions.
Dead!
A Rank 34 Soul Elder had been killed on the spot in just a few breaths by a Two-Ring Great Soul Master in such a cruel manner.
The entire official road fell into a deathly silence.
The remaining guards' faces turned pale, and the hands holding their weapons trembled slightly.
Inside the luxurious carriage, that shrill voice also fell silent for a moment, followed by a burst of tooth-aching laughter.
"Good, good, good! It seems This servant's eye for talent is truly excellent. To happen upon such an extraordinary genius by chance, This servant is growing more and more fond of you."
The laughter stopped abruptly, the tone turning heavy with a sort of bestowed pity.
"I'll give you a chance. Submit to This servant and take that trash's place. Wealth and honor will be yours for the taking."
Lin Yang glanced at the young guard, who didn't even have an intact corpse, and said mockingly,
"I'm guessing you said the same thing to him."
"Hehe, you are different from him," the voice shrieked, sounding extremely piercing.
"He crawled over on his own initiative, while you are being sincerely invited by This servant."
"Then I really must thank you," Lin Yang's voice betrayed no emotion.
"Unfortunately... I have no interest in being someone's dog."
There was silence in the carriage for a few seconds, followed by a soft chuckle, seemingly tinged with regret.
"You so-called geniuses always rely on your bit of talent, forgetting that there is always a heaven beyond heaven and people beyond people."
"It seems This servant must give you a lesson, young man."
"In the absence of absolute strength, one must learn to bow their head and be submissive."
Boom—!
As soon as the words fell, a terrifying pressure, as if tangible, erupted like an invisible mountain crashing down, instantly weighing on everyone's shoulders and making it hard to breathe.
Bang, bang, bang!
The surrounding guards had no power to resist. Their knees buckled, and they fell to the ground one after another, their faces ashen and lifeless.
And the only one still standing in the entire area... was Lin Yang.
The massive pressure fell on his shoulders, making his bones creak, but his back did not bend in the slightest, and his gaze remained as sharp as ever.
"Not bad, you have some skill," the shrill voice expressed some surprise.
"Playing tricks!"
Lin Yang snorted coldly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
You're not a Titled Douluo, so what's with the act?
The Flesh Thorns, which had drunk their fill of blood and appeared even more alluringly crimson, surged violently from his side like a blood dragon.
They pierced toward the luxurious carriage at an astonishing speed.
He wanted to see exactly what kind of thing was hiding inside the carriage, putting on such a front.
Rumble—!
The carriage exploded, wood chips flying in all directions.
Amidst the billowing dust and smoke, a figure dressed in a gaudy pink robe slowly appeared.
If it were a peerless beauty, such a brilliant robe would only be the icing on the cake, but unfortunately, the one wearing these clothes was a man.
His skin was fair, and his features were reasonably regular.
But there was a feminine and powdered air between his brows, the corners of his eyes were slender and upturned, and his golden hair was half-draped and half-tied.
Tsk... one look at him was enough to sting the eyes!
But beneath his feet, five dazzling Soul Rings rose simultaneously: two yellow, two purple, and one black.
A Five-Ring Soul King!
And with the optimal spirit ring configuration.
Lin Yang's expression grew solemn.
Without a doubt, the ladyboy before him was the strongest person he had encountered so far.
Even Dean Su Hong was only a Spirit Ancestor.
"Oh my, it seems the young man's temper is quite fiery as well. This servant likes real men like you. A talent like you belongs in my bed."
His voice was still shrill, and the flirtatious intent in his words was undisguised.
Combined with his demeanor and attire, it made one's skin crawl.
Lin Yang's stomach churned, and the killing intent in his eyes froze into ice.
Before, he was merely annoyed, but now he felt truly disgusted.
With a wave of his hand, a large amount of blood splattered from his fingertips like ink, instantly transforming into a vast expanse of Flesh Thorns that surged toward the man, covering the sky and earth.
"What an interesting Martial Soul."
Dai Ziming didn't dodge, the corners of his mouth curling up.
Accompanied by a faint tiger's roar, a milky-white ball of light the size of a basketball suddenly condensed and shot out.
"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Light Wave."
The moment the Flesh Thorns met that white ball of light, the thorns instantly shattered and splattered everywhere, the powerful shockwave leaving the surroundings in a mess.
Even though it was only a hundred-year Second Soul Skill, in the hands of a Soul King, its power was staggering.
The horses were startled, causing the prison carriage behind to shake violently, and screams suddenly erupted from beneath the black cloth.
As luck would have it, a corner of the black cloth covering the cage was lifted, and a pair of eyes, burning like fire, stared fixedly at Lin Yang.
However, Lin Yang clearly didn't notice the commotion over by the carriage at this moment. He looked at his opponent, surprised.
White Tiger Light Wave—this Soul skills was practically standard for the Star Luo Imperial Family.
Does that mean this androgynous freak is actually from the Star Luo Imperial Family?
No wonder he has such elite guards.