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Black Ming Sen moved like a ghost, his speed astonishing. His Soul Power was also much more robust than Musa's, and with the strength of the Third Layer of the Spirit Wisdom Realm, he was completely suppressing Musa.
However, Musa's swordsmanship was exceptionally refined. A web of swords surrounded him in defense, shattering Black Ming Sen's low-tier Soul Techniques one after another.
“Musa, these low-end Soul Techniques are just an appetizer. I'll exhaust your Soul Power first, and then I'll finish you off with a single strike. Let those old men from the Ancient Spirit Academy go crazy,” Black Ming Sen taunted as he circled around Musa, unleashing a series of low-tier Soul Techniques that required little Soul Power and effort.
Musa remained at the center of the attack point, hiding within his sword web and seemingly unable to counterattack, as if he were truly being dominated by Black Ming Sen. It was only natural for someone at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Realm to be overwhelmed by someone at the Third Layer of the Spirit Wisdom Realm.
Countless spectators watched the battle without blinking. The outcome between Musa and Black Ming Sen would essentially determine the ownership of Wushuang City, creating an extremely tense atmosphere on-site.
“Musa is ultimately weaker than the strong ones from Soul Palace; he won't be able to hold out for long.”
“Soul Palace is such a colossal entity; how could they possibly care about our little Wushuang City? It's rumored that Soul Palace can command storms even in the Ling Sheng Dynasty!”
“Who knows... hey, look!”
The crowd looked up to see Musa suddenly burst out of his sword web, moving with unimaginable speed. In an instant, he crossed a hundred meters of empty space and charged into the ranks of Soul Palace experts!
Moonlight shimmered again as Musa's eyes turned fierce. In a flash, he eliminated two Soul Palace experts. Those two were precisely the ones burdened with Xiao Lang and Xiao Xuan, which allowed Musa to dispatch them in an instant.
Xiao Lang and Xiao Xuan father and son met their demise under Musa's fine blade, their return journey leading them straight to the underworld.
“After killing these two lackeys, who will Soul Palace rely on to dominate Wushuang City?”
Musa's calculations were exquisite. He understood well that a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake; no matter how powerful the Soul Palace was, without an agent, it was impossible to control Wushuang City. Killing Xiao Lang and Xiao Xuan would be like losing two loyal dogs for the Soul Palace—though not a significant loss, it would still be enough to cause some pain.
With a single strike, Musa swiftly moved. Almost in the instant his slender sword grazed the necks of the Xiao family father and son, he burst out of the encirclement of the Soul Palace and rushed back to his own camp.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Black Ming Sen stared in astonishment as Musa flew about, unable to believe his eyes. "You actually mastered the Sixth-Rank Advanced Soul Technique, Wind God Wings?"
"Surprised? Just now, I was merely teasing you. At your speed, you wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of my clothes!" Musa laughed with his sword in hand, then turned to survey his thirty-six subordinates, shouting, "Charge! Go all out and kill those bastards from the Soul Palace!"
In the Ling Sheng Dynasty, the Ancient Spirit Academy and the Soul Palace were at odds. Now, far away from Ling Sheng Dynasty by millions of miles, when both sides met, tensions ran high; it was clear that one side would have to die for the other to survive.
The battle erupted. Musa's subordinates took advantage of their numbers and teamwork to gain the upper hand. However, the experts from the Soul Palace moved like phantoms and were quite difficult to deal with; for the time being, there wasn't too much danger.
Black Ming Sen's sinister gaze lingered on Musa as a smirk crept onto his lips. "Did you think you were the only one who mastered Sixth Rank movement techniques? My Dapeng Soul Wings are no slouch either!"
Under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, a pair of enormous wings unfurled behind Black Ming Sen!
Seeing that scene, Musa's expression changed slightly as he activated Wind God Wings and quickly took off from his original position. In the next moment, Black Ming Sen had already appeared where Musa had just stood. Those ten-meter-long wings could cover a hundred zhang with each flap, moving at an incredible speed.
Within Wushuang City, countless people watched the aerial battle unfold. For most of them, witnessing such combat in the sky was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. The sight of Black Ming Sen's imposing Soul Technique was something beyond their imagination.
Black Ming Sen pursued fiercely while Musa fled desperately, engaging in a chase around the lord's mansion. Ultimately, Musa's Soul Power Realm was weaker than Black Ming Sen's; it wasn't long before his speed began to wane slightly. Seizing an opportunity, Black Ming Sen landed several strikes on him.
"This won't do! Paralyze him! Uncle Mo has returned to Ancient Spirit Academy to report; he couldn't have come at a worse time! If Uncle Mo were here, he could take down this scoundrel Black Ming Sen in three moves."
Musa thought to himself, his Soul Power gradually waning. After taking a hit from Black Ming Sen's Soul Technique, he felt his blood boil and spat out a mouthful of old blood.
At that moment, two black dots appeared in Musa's vision, rapidly expanding into two figures. When he finally recognized Wei Chen and a beautiful girl, Musa couldn't help but shout for help, "Brother Wei, save me!"
Why did he call out to Wei Chen? Where did his confidence in him come from?
Black Ming Sen glanced at Wei Chen and Ni Junlin. Ni Junlin concealed his aura, making it impossible to gauge his strength, but Wei Chen's Third Rank Fate Soul Realm power was evident.
Was Musa calling for help from that Third Rank Fate Soul Realm individual?
Black Ming Sen flapped his wings in the air, staring intently at Wei Chen and Ni Junlin. He said in a deep voice, "When the Soul Palace is at work, it’s best for irrelevant people to stay out of it!"
"Soul Palace?" Wei Chen shuddered at the mention of it, a fierce killing intent bursting forth from his eyes!
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