svetikya 1075. The Ghostly Soul
1075. The Ghostly Soul
"What exactly are you?"
Yan Xiwen twisted his neck, looked around the entire scene, and chuckled softly, "Although the power has weakened considerably, we still managed to get out. It's just a pity that all we got in the end was that one Dou Zun body."
As Yan Xiwen recounted his story, the members of Guiyuan Mansion exchanged glances, finding the manner of his words strangely familiar. This method of forcibly possessing another's body seemed to be the practice of the Soul Palace.
"This person is extremely strange, everyone be careful!" Yan Yu said.
Yan Yu took a small step forward, blocking his wife's path. The others also lined up separately; after this person forcibly took over Yan Xiwen's body, his original soul vortex had disappeared.
The refined black mist completely covered the figures of the group, and then the five of them attacked Yan Xiwen almost simultaneously.
The latter stood still, while Mu Xiaoyue was the fastest. Just as he had successfully touched Yan Xiwen, the latter suddenly moved, reaching out and grabbing Mu Xiaoyue's elbow. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he used Mu Xiaoyue as a weapon, forcing the approaching people away.
"Let me go!"
Mu Xiaoyue, under control, angrily activated her true form, her enormous phoenix claws crashing down on Yan Xiwen!
A smile returned to Yan Xiwen's lips: "The fusion is almost complete, town!"
The powerful soul force directly and ruthlessly overwhelmed the group, and even those at the Dou Zun level were unable to move under such pressure.
Subsequently, Yan Xiwen's soul power increased again, and Mu Xiaoyue's transformed Heavenly Phoenix true body was powerless to resist the soul fluctuations that were washing over her. She was directly thrown out of the mine by that force.
Then one after another, five members of the seven-person team flew out like beads on a string, and even the trajectories they traced in mid-air were exactly the same.
Refining was the last one to be thrown out. Before leaving, he forcibly activated his battle qi, and a cloud of black mist covered Yan Xiwen.
"Let's do it!"
The only one who wasn't thrown out of the mine was Yan Yu, the strongest member of the team.
Seizing this brief opportunity, Yan Yu placed a palm on Yan Xiwen's body, and countless wispy souls instantly appeared, surrounding Yan Xiwen completely.
"Get out here!"
Yan Yu gathered his soul power in his other hand and aimed it at Yan Xiwen's head.
However, when he reached Yanxi Wen's face, he was forcibly stopped and could not advance even an inch.
"The method of fusing battle qi with the soul is quite interesting."
Yan Xiwen had already reacted, and his palm struck out lightly, causing Yan Yu's pupils to shrink sharply.
"This palm strike cannot be taken lightly!"
Yan Yu's fighting spirit surged out rapidly, covering his body with an extremely thick layer of ice crystal armor. The flames on Yan Xiwen's palms not only failed to break through the armor, but were instead subtly frozen by the cold air on the armor, and even the flow of blood became somewhat slow.
"Looks like I've been stuck in the box for too long. I thought I'd already chosen the best body, but I didn't expect to miss out on such an interesting little guy like you."
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. As long as you can hurt a single hair on my head, all your accusations against me will be forgotten."
As Yan Xiwen spoke, Yan Yu remained silent. The reason was simple: he disliked excessive communication with his opponents during combat. A large sword, half a person's height, had already appeared in Yan Yu's hand. He subtly glanced outside the mine, then resolved to buy himself as much time as possible.
"Come on, let me see what other surprises you have in store for me!"
Yan Xiwen and Yan Yu crisscrossed each other, one using soul power as an attack method, and the other wielding a knife.
One after another, streaks of sword light slid from Yan Yu's hands, blooming with dazzling brilliance in mid-air, overflowing with spiritual energy, extraordinary indeed. Yan Yu's swordsmanship was extremely wondrous, each move seemingly devoid of any defensive intent, only a continuous barrage of attacks. However, Yan Xiwen tried to find an opening, only to discover that the swordsmanship's offensive was impenetrable, seemingly only able to be broken through with sheer force; trying to win through technique was extremely difficult.
Yan Yu fought this most difficult opponent of his career with meticulous precision. Under this pressure, he unleashed unprecedented power and deepened his understanding of the sword technique.
However, his opponent was truly unfathomable. With a flick of his finger, his soul power was incredibly cunning, destroying him with every strike before his blade could reach its peak.
As the stalemate continued, Yan Xiwen's attacks became increasingly faster, preventing Yan Yu from fully launching his offensive. Clearly, this was the limit of what Yan Yu could achieve.
"Hehe, that's about right."
Just as Yan Xiwen thought he had completely seen through the essence of Yan Yu's swordsmanship, he appeared behind him, grabbed his shoulder, and tried to throw him away.
A fierce glint appeared in Yan Yu's eyes. He twisted his body in mid-air and unleashed an arc-light blade slash at Yan Xiwen behind him at incredible speed.
This strike was one that Yan Yu had deliberately planned and prepared, and it was powerful and heavy. By forcibly twisting his body, he completed all stages of charging up his power, and there was even a faint sense that his soul and battle qi were merging on the blade, causing it to erupt with even greater power.
Yan Xiwen was clearly caught off guard. His outstretched hand was forced back by the blade, and even a strand of his hair was severed by the blade.
"Excellent swordsmanship!"
The soul within Yan Xiwen's body clearly had no idea that Yan Yu would dare to scheme against him even while being suppressed. If it weren't for the vast difference in strength, this strike would most likely have caused him some injury.
Yan Yu looked at Yan Xiwen. Although his opponent praised his swordsmanship, Yan Yu felt increasingly desperate.
He had already unleashed his strongest power, even using the opportunity bestowed upon him by the Lord of the Palace, which was the inheritance from the Spirit Clan, but he could still only cause some surprises to his opponent.
"You're very good. If you had grown for another ten years or so, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to win you over today."
Yan Xiwen completely abandoned his contempt and went directly behind Yan Yu, throwing him out of the mine just like his previous companions.
Yan Yu rolled awkwardly in the air, only to see all his companions being suppressed to the ground by powerful soul forces, unable to move.
He had been entangled with Yan Xiwen in order to buy them some time to notify the Guiyuan Prefecture headquarters. He never expected that his plan would be completely seen through. It seems that Yan Xiwen's fight with him was just like an old man playing with a child.