133: Chapter 133 Ten Thousand Soul Flags

"What are you doing?" Princess Zhou Zhiyan lowered her voice.

Xiang Tian had yet to open his mouth to answer.

Several muffled "bangs" rang out in succession.

The women of the Lotus Society and Ouyang Qing were all knocked back.

"Senior Sister!" Xiahou Yun's figure darted forward.

She caught Ouyang Qing steadily.

"Junior Sister, it's fine... I'm not dead yet... Pfft!" Ouyang Qing struggled to hold on, catching her breath.

A mouthful of crimson blood sprayed out.

"You're in this state and you still say you're fine!" Xiahou Yun snapped in a low, urgent voice.

She hurriedly pulled a Medicinal Pill for healing from her robes.

"Sister Qing!" The members of the Ouyang Family also gathered around, their expressions filled with extreme anxiety.

They were all only at the Martial King Realm cultivation level.

Charging out of the encirclement was no different from walking into a trap and would only result in them being instantly defeated by the opponent.

Ouyang Yunze stepped forward quickly and took Ouyang Qing from Xiahou Yun's hands.

He said in a deep voice, "Leave her to me."

As he spoke, he gently gathered her into his arms.

Surrounded by the Ouyang Family, he escorted Ouyang Qing to the center of the encirclement to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack.

Jin Yuan frowned and looked at Xiang Tian.

"Xiang Tian, whatever you need us to do, just give the order."

He wanted to rush out.

But the lowest cultivation level among the opponents was at the Peak Middle Stage of the Martial Emperor Realm.

With his level of strength, going up there would be like trying to put out a burning cart of firewood with a cup of water.

"Count us in too!" Qin Batian and the others also spoke up. The feeling of being surrounded like this and having to watch their companions get injured made them feel extremely stifled.

Xiang Tian turned his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

He said indifferently, "You... are not needed for now."

He paused, his gaze falling back onto Princess Zhou Zhiyan. "I only need Zhi Yan's help."

After saying this, he said nothing more.

He stuffed a storage ring into Princess Zhou Zhiyan's hand and simultaneously transmitted his voice via Divine Sense.

"Refine the contents as quickly as possible; I will buy you some time."

Princess Zhou Zhiyan was slightly stunned, unable to react for a moment.

The moment she probed the storage ring with her Divine Sense.

Her pupils suddenly constricted, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, and she nearly cried out in surprise.

Inside the ring was actually a dragon blood flower.

As long as she had enough time to refine it, even breaking through to the Saint Realm was not out of reach.

Xiang Tian naturally noticed her reaction.

He transmitted his voice via Divine Sense again.

"Don't overreact. Whether we can survive or not depends entirely on you."

Princess Zhou Zhiyan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the agitation in her heart.

She nodded solemnly.

She immediately sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, focused her mind, and began to refine the dragon blood flower.

At the edge of the encirclement.

Ling Tian was observing Xiang Tian with great interest.

"Xiang Tian, if you have any other tricks up your sleeve, feel free to use them all. I want to see if you can escape using that teleportation technique again today."

If he could really leave, he would have done so long ago.

Xiang Tian thought to himself. Since he needed to buy time for Princess Zhou Zhiyan, he might as well stall him.

He immediately asked, "Ling Tian, you left a Clone in the Haotian Sect back then; what exactly were you plotting?"

"Hehe, you want to know?"

The smile on Ling Tian's face grew more intense, but his eyes hid a bottomless gloom.

Xiang Tian frowned tightly, unable to guess his intentions for a moment.

Just at this moment.

A grey-black flag suddenly appeared in Ling Tian's hand.

The sound of whispering dead souls could faintly be heard from the flag.

"This is... the ten thousand soul banner?" Yang Ming's expression changed drastically, his brows furrowing into a knot.

The others' gazes also instantly focused on that eerie flag.

"That's right, it is indeed the ten thousand soul banner." Ling Tian toyed with the flag triumphantly.

"Now that this banner has birthed a spirit, it is more spiritual and far more powerful than before."

For some reason, Xiang Tian had an impulse to seize the ten thousand soul banner.

Ling Tian smiled evilly. "Xiang Tian, you must have some connection to that bastard from the Duanmu Family, right? Let me tell you a secret—trapped inside this ten thousand soul banner are all the souls of the Duanmu Family."

This sentence was like a thunderclap, causing Xiang Tian's rage to surge straight to his crown.

This Ling Tian was simply conscience-less; killing them wasn't enough.

He even had to capture their souls and trap them in the banner, never to be reincarnated!

He clenched his fists tightly, forcibly suppressing the surging murderous intent.

The most important thing right now was to wait for Princess Zhou Zhiyan to finish refining the dragon blood flower.

"I know you are very angry, but don't be in such a rush to act." Ling Tian shook the ten thousand soul banner.

"Do you know who the spirit of this banner is?"

Xiang Tian's heart sank, and a sense of foreboding spread.

"This banner spirit is the former Saintess of our Yinshi Sect." Ling Tian's voice carried deliberate provocation.

Xiang Tian's pupils contracted, and he was about to gather his Qi and rush up immediately.

But he was stopped by a Divine Sense transmission.

"Xiang Tian, don't make a move!"

It was Princess Zhou Zhiyan.

"I am almost finished refining it. This dragon blood flower seems tailor-made for me; it is incredibly compatible with my aura!"

Xiang Tian forced himself to stop, suppressing the monstrous rage and impulse in his heart.

With his current cultivation, rushing up rashly would just be courting death.

He took a deep breath, his gaze locked firmly onto Ling Tian.

The next moment.

A black-clothed phantom slowly emerged beside Ling Tian.

It was a stunningly beautiful woman, but her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were hollow and emotionless.

"Master." The woman bowed to Ling Tian expressionlessly, her voice as cold as ice.

"Chu Ji, come over and knead my shoulders." Ling Tian's tone was flippant.

Chu Ji floated behind him without hesitation, extending her slender fingers.

She mechanically massaged his shoulders.

"Haha, as expected of the previous Saintess, her technique is truly different." Ling Tian sighed in contentment.

The veins on Xiang Tian's forehead bulged, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

This Chu Ji was most likely the mother of Duanmu Hongdie, his mother-in-law!

"System, can Chu Ji be restored?" He stared fixedly at the black-clothed phantom and asked in his heart.

[Host, when you encounter matters you cannot resolve, you might as well raise yourself to a higher level first.]

The System's voice was calm and waveless.

"Do you mean that if I advance to the Martial Emperor Realm, I can save her?"

[Not necessarily. Even if the Host reaches the Great Emperor Realm, it may not be possible.]

"What does that mean?" Xiang Tian's brows furrowed even tighter.

[Has the Host ever wondered where the end of the myriad worlds lies? Or perhaps, what exists above the myriad worlds?]

Xiang Tian was stunned by the question, his mind filled with question marks.

"Speak plainly, don't talk in riddles."

[In short, your mother-in-law can be saved, and the souls of the Duanmu Family can also be saved.]

The System's voice paused.

[But you must break through your current shackles and reach another level.]

After saying this, the System fell silent.

No matter how much Xiang Tian called out, there was no response.

Xiang Tian clenched his fists, a resolute light burning in his eyes.

Since they could be saved, he would do it no matter the cost.

With the System's help, breaking through to that so-called "other level."

Was not necessarily an unattainable goal.

"Xiang Tian, you have no qualifications to stand on equal footing with me. Do you think you are worth me wasting my breath on?" Ling Tian glanced at him disdainfully.

"If it weren't for the fact that you have signed a contract with a True Dragon, I, the Young Sect Master, wouldn't even bother speaking to you."

Beside him, Third Young Master Dantai Xuan frowned, his expression impatient.

His gaze swept toward Feng Jiu from time to time.

"Ling Tian, how much longer do you intend to drag this out?"

"Third Young Master Dantai Xuan, calm down." Ling Tian revealed a sinister smile.

"One must first let them suffer in fear, amplify their despair to the extreme, and then harvest them one by one; that is when it becomes interesting."

Just as the two were conversing, a loud explosion suddenly erupted.

A white figure plummeted rapidly like a kite with a broken string.

Flying toward Xiang Tian's direction.

Xiang Tian was quick-witted and agile; with one movement, he caught the person steadily.

Looking closely, it was the defeated Yuyi.

"Pfft—"

As soon as Yuyi was caught, she violently sprayed a large mouthful of blood.

It all splattered onto Xiang Tian's face, staining his brows and eyes red.

"Damn it!" Xiang Tian cursed in a low voice, but he did not push her away.

"Sor... ry..." Yuyi's breath was weak.

Before she could finish her sentence, her vision went black, and she fainted.

"Senior Sister!" Seeing this, Xiahou Yun.

Immediately ran over, carefully took Yuyi from Xiang Tian's arms, and sent her to rest quietly with Ouyang Qing.

Xiang Tian raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains from his face, his expression cold and stern.

"Xiang Tian, your supports have all been defeated one by one. Now that you are all alone, what is the point of putting up a desperate struggle?" Ling Tian's smile grew increasingly unscrupulous.

In his view, Xiang Tian had no way to escape today and was doomed to die.

Just at this moment.

A furious shout exploded from mid-air, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

"Xiang Tian, you thieving dog, pay with your life!"

Yan Rufei's figure shot toward Xiang Tian like an arrow released from a bowstring.

His palm gathered immense Spiritual Qi, striking toward Xiang Tian's face.

"Bang!"