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The wave of sound alone knocked down the thousands of Garrison Army soldiers surrounding the Lord's Mansion, leaving them in disarray!
"Sixth Rank Spirit Wisdom Realm expert! Sound Wave Soul Technique!" Chuliang and Qian Jin exchanged bitter smiles. The Xiao family father and son had indeed allied themselves with the Soul Palace. With such powerful reinforcements, Chuliang and Qian Jin were at a loss, and the Chu family had completely lost control over Wushuang City in that moment.
The Xiao family father and son showed expressions of wild joy as they rushed towards the Soul Palace experts, excitedly waving their hands, almost kneeling to shout praises. Two Soul Palace experts lifted them into the air, flying above the Lord's Mansion, gazing distantly at Musa's forces.
Chuxiong watched this scene, fully aware that the situation was dire; he could only resign himself to being at the mercy of the Xiao family. Wushuang City was no longer under the control of the Chu family, nor could it ever belong to him, Chuxiong.
Meanwhile, Wei Chen and Ni Junlin, the Seven-Colored Devouring Python, were leisurely making their way towards Wushuang City. Wei Chen felt anxious, but Ni Junlin was indifferent; she would go fast if she wanted to and slow if she wished. Wei Chen had no way to change that.
Fortunately, Wei Chen was not idle. He had promised to marry Ni Junlin within two years and had obtained a Fourth-Rank Soul Power Technique from that terrifying woman. For him at that moment, the Fourth-Rank Soul Power Technique was the most suitable choice. Along the way, Wei Chen absorbed all the Soul Power within several miles like a whale drinking water, consolidating it all into his own body.
"Ni Junlin, can you speed up a bit? Look over there; dark clouds are pressing down on the city! If we don't hurry, Wushuang City will be doomed."
At that moment, dark clouds swirled ominously above Wushuang City, creating a scene reminiscent of an apocalypse—it looked quite terrifying.
Ni Junlin sneered at the dark clouds and said, "Whether Wushuang City is doomed or not has nothing to do with you. Do you think you can be a savior? Just look at your own strength—Third Rank Fate Soul Realm Second Layer—what good is that?"
"Uh... a savior? I certainly can't be one. But isn't there still you? With your strength, becoming a savior should be easy for you," Wei Chen quickly flattered her. Ni Junlin's temperament was quite strange; she fluctuated between coldness and warmth, making it hard to understand what she was really thinking. The saying about a woman's heart being as deep as the ocean seemed fitting here.
Ni Junlin coldly replied, "I won't help you do anything; everything depends on you."
"Don't! Relying on myself means certain death! Aren't you supposed to marry me? You can't just watch me get killed!" Wei Chen spread his hands in a rogue manner.
A hint of gentleness finally appeared in Ni Junlin's eyes. His thin lips fell silent, yet his speed of flight quietly increased significantly.
Above Wushuang City, dark clouds loomed over the city as two groups of people faced each other from a distance. The powerful aura clashed together, plunging the area above the Lord's Manor into an absolute state of fury. Musa held a slender sword in his hand, and his figure was no longer frail and thin. Dressed in a flowing red warrior outfit, he looked stern and had an air of elegance about him.
"Soul Palace... Heh, you really dare to come! I've been operating in Wushuang City for three years; how could I allow you to meddle?" Musa sneered repeatedly, showing no fear in front of the experts from Soul Palace.
There was nothing to be afraid of. In terms of Fifth Rank Spirit Realm experts, he had thirty-six under his command, while Soul Palace had only sent twenty-eight. As for Sixth Rank Spirit Wisdom Realm experts, Soul Palace had one; did he not have someone of that caliber among his ranks?
As the grandson of the Grand Elder of Ancient Spirit Academy, would he lack powerful guardians by his side?
A figure flew out from the Soul Palace team, cold eyes fixed on Musa. In a chilling voice, he said, "Musa, in Ling Sheng Dynasty, you were my defeated foe. Today, what waves can you stir up?"
The speaker was named Black Ming Sen, who held a respectable position within Soul Palace. At a young age, he had reached Sixth Rank Spirit Wisdom Realm and was a rare Talented Youth.
Musa's expression darkened as he replied, "I didn't expect you to break through so quickly. The secret techniques of Soul Palace are indeed impressive. However, don't you fear that if you force your progress too much and reach Human Soul Realm, you'll find yourself stuck?"
"Is reaching Human Soul Realm that easy? Countless people spend their entire lives without achieving it. If I can reach that level, what does it matter if I stagnate?" Black Ming Sen cackled ominously.
Musa sighed lightly and shook his head. "The pursuit is endless; higher and farther awaits. Black Ming Sen, someone like you will never become a true powerhouse."
"I can easily slay you now; that's enough!" Black Ming Sen shouted angrily as he raised his right hand lightly. It seemed effortless as he pushed forward with his palm, unleashing a terrifying Palm Power that shot toward Musa.
Musa narrowed his eyes slightly and swiftly swung his slender sword. A silver Sword Light burst forth like mercury spilling on the ground, forming an indestructible sword net around him!
Black Ming Sen's Palm Power swung down, shattering the sword net completely without harming Musa in the slightest.
"Your swordsmanship has improved quite a bit!" Black Ming Sen remarked, noticing the change. He then sneered, "But you're still only at the Spirit Realm, not yet at the Spirit Wisdom Realm. You're missing a Martial Soul. What do you plan to use to defeat me?"
With that, Black Ming Sen charged at Musa like a leopard, and Musa did not hold back either, swinging his sword toward Black Ming Sen. The two clashed fiercely above the lord's mansion, engaging in a fierce battle!
Meanwhile, Musa's subordinates and the experts from Soul Palace that Black Ming Sen had brought stood quietly in place, watching intently. Without their master's orders, they would not intervene.
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