svetikya Chapter 284 I can do it too!
Chapter 284 I can do it too!
Chapter 289 I can do it too!
As soon as Yun Ming finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot without warning.
Just a moment later, Yun Ming reappeared before everyone.
His clothes were neat and his aura was calm and composed, but there was something extra on his right hand.
To be precise, there was one more person.
Yun Ming casually flicked his wrist, sending the man flying through the air.
This person was of medium build, with an ordinary appearance, slightly dark skin, and no distinctive features. He was the kind of person who would be easily lost in a crowd.
But at this moment, his ordinary face was filled with disbelief and shock. He couldn't understand how he had been discovered, even though he was hidden so well.
Everything that just happened was happening so fast; he clearly hadn't figured out what had happened yet.
However, this person was clearly no ordinary character. After the initial shock and confusion, he quickly regained his balance in mid-air.
He stood with both feet in mid-air, looking rather disheveled, but at least he managed to stay upright.
The next moment, a cold and violent aura suddenly erupted from his body.
His skin visibly transformed into a lifeless bluish-gray, his black pupils glowed with an eerie scarlet light, and a dark red spider mark slowly appeared on his forehead.
A strong aura of malevolence and the stench of blood emanated from him, clearly indicating that he was an evil spirit master.
The person in front of us can fly through the air, so his cultivation level is at least above the Soul Saint level.
This man's name is Yan Jin, and he was the one who planned and led the bombing attack on the Soul Guidance Train.
Now it's clear that his plan has been thwarted!
Enraged, Yan Jin activated his Martial Soul Possession.
Three purple and five black spirit rings—a total of eight—slowly rose from beneath his feet. The purple and black light intertwined around him, and an aura of power belonging to the Soul Douluo level swept outwards without restraint.
He whirled around, his voice low and shrill: "Which blind fool dares to ruin my plans?!"
After Yan Jin steadied himself, his scarlet gaze first swept over the boys and girls standing beside the carriage below.
Two Soul Kings and three Soul Masters were nothing more than ants that he, an eight-ring Soul Douluo, could crush at will, and were not worth mentioning.
However, when his own light continued to rise and landed on the beautiful woman who was floating in mid-air, he was instantly stunned.
The woman was tall and slender, with long, fiery red hair that danced in the wind like burning flames.
Her appearance was cold and exquisite, and she was looking at him expressionlessly, her eyes revealing no obvious emotional fluctuations.
Yan Jin was not shocked by her appearance or figure, but because he recognized her.
As a member of the Holy Spirit Cult, a member of the evil spirit sect, he must be extremely familiar with the powerful figures of these major forces on the continent.
The woman before them was none other than Leng Yaozhu, the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda and a genuine demigod!
Yan Jin's mind went blank, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. The raging anger and violence he had just felt were instantly extinguished without leaving a single spark.
The ferocity in his bloodshot eyes faded at a visible speed, replaced by an almost clear sense of bewilderment and fear, and his originally grotesque and distorted face became unusually "peaceful".
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down several times, feeling that his luck had simply hit rock bottom.
Hundreds or even thousands of soul-guided trains run on the mainland every day, so why did I choose the one that Leng Yaozhu was riding?
As a Soul Douluo facing a Limit Douluo, escaping should have been a pipe dream, but Yan Jin did not give up completely.
Because in the secret historical records within the Holy Spirit Cult, there was once a record that greatly excited all evil spirit masters.
Ten thousand years ago, the Holy Spirit Cult had a Soul Master whose cultivation was only at the Soul King level, yet he managed to escape unscathed from a Level 98 Super Douluo.
With such a "great" precedent, Yan Jin felt that he could also give it a shot, in case he really created a miracle?
Yan Jin took a deep breath, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand, each beat filled with the fear of impending death.
But he did not hesitate. He gritted his teeth, and his essence and blood began to surge wildly along the secret meridians.
He burned his life essence and activated a forbidden technique to gain a speed far exceeding his own limits. This was a life-saving method he learned from the secret history of the sect, and it was his only hope at this moment.
However, just as he turned slightly to the side, about to unleash the power of his blood essence, he froze in place once again.
His mouth gaped slightly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared in disbelief at the figure that had appeared in his line of sight at some unknown time.
Yan Jin also knew this person, or to be more precise, every prominent Soul Master on this continent knew this person.
Because this is Yun Ming, the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion at Shrek Academy, the Sky-Supporting Douluo, and the number one person on the continent.
If encountering the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo Leng Yaozhu from the Spirit Transmission Tower was just bad luck, then adding the Sky-Supporting Douluo Yun Ming made Yan Jin feel that he wasn't just unlucky, but that all the bad luck from eight lifetimes had been dumped on his head at once.
With Yun Ming here, even with the inspiration of the "senior's" deeds, Yan Jin didn't think he could escape.
But after a brief moment of shock and despair, Yan Jin's expression suddenly twisted.
He suddenly opened his throat, his voice sharp and hoarse, and roared towards Yun Ming, "Fake! It's all fake! You think you can fool me? Not so easy!"
Most evil spirit masters are born with some mental problems. They have been immersed in resentment and violence for many years, and their minds have long been corrupted and riddled with holes.
The fact that two Limit Douluo, Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu, appeared at the same time clearly exceeded Yan Jin's psychological limit, directly crushing his rationality.
He refused to believe what he was seeing, thinking it must be an illusion, or some kind of sophisticated mental skill.
Trying to scare him away?
He would never be fooled!
Instead of running away, he roared and flew towards Yun Ming's direction.
Eight spirit rings pulsed wildly around him, and ten jet-black fingernails grew to half a foot long, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound as they clawed straight at Yun Ming's face.
Yun Ming looked at Yan Jin rushing towards him, his expression unchanged.
A crystal-clear spear appeared in his hand at some unknown time; it was the Martial Soul Sky-Supporting Spear, which shared the same name as his title!
He made no extra movements, simply raised his right hand, turned his wrist slightly, and in an instant, four spear thrusts were thrown out.
Each shot was so fast it seemed to be fired simultaneously; the afterimages left by the spear tips in the air hadn't even faded before the next shot had already pierced through.
The four spear beams, like four silver-white lightning bolts, seemed to traverse space and landed precisely on Yan Jin.
Yan Jin on the other side had no chance to resist at all. His two-word battle armor was as fragile as paper in front of the Sky-Piercing Spear.
The moment the spear pierced through his body, four clouds of blood mist exploded simultaneously on his body.
His shoulders, his spinal cord, and four other joints were pierced at the same time, and the immense force pinned him in mid-air.
The madness in Yan Jin's eyes receded like the tide, and along with that madness, his limbs also disappeared.
He stared blankly down at his bare torso, seemingly unaware of what had happened.
Only when excruciating pain swept through every nerve like a tsunami did he let out an extremely shrill scream, and like a kite with a broken string, he fell straight down from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the gravel ground below with a thud.
Yun Ming didn't even glance at him again. The Sky-Piercing Spear in his hand vanished silently, as if it had never existed.
He knew exactly how much to do, but even with his limbs crippled, he wouldn't die anytime soon, given his powerful vitality at the Soul Douluo level.