126: Chapter 126 The True Form of the Soul Prince

Gravel scattered in all directions.

Wind rose beneath Li Zhengyang's feet as he fully unleashed the Soaring Dragon Sky-Stepping Footwork.

He crossed the hundred-meter distance in a single step.

In the blink of an eye, he was already before the Soul Prince.

Crimson-gold Qi and blood, mixed with thunder, poured entirely through his Meridians into the abyssal meteor dragon spear.

"Thunder Fall!"

He thrust the spear forward.

The lightning illuminated most of the altar.

The Soul Prince's face twitched.

This human's speed completely defied common sense.

His figure flickered.

The dragon spear tore through the air, piercing the afterimage.

The thunder exploded in the mist behind, blasting a massive crater into the rock wall.

"The speed is passable, but the brain is a bit stupid."

In mid-air ten meters away, the Soul Prince reformed his figure and raised a hand to adjust his cuffs.

"This King is..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Li Zhengyang flicked his left wrist.

The air hummed.

Twelve black lines trailed afterimages from behind him, abruptly bending at eerie right angles in mid-air.

Tiangang Blade!

From above, below, left, right, and every direction, they completely sealed off all of the Soul Prince's escape routes.

Li Zhengyang's Sea of Consciousness roared, and he poured his Psychic Power into the blades without reservation.

The black lines connected head to tail, shrouding him from above.

The Soul Prince's expression shifted slightly.

He pushed his hands forward heavily, condensing a dark red shield.

The flying blades struck the shield.

The sound of friction resounded through the bottom of the valley.

Sparks flew everywhere as the Tiangang Blade spun and cut at high speed, carving several white marks onto the surface of the shield.

The shield trembled violently, its ripples distorting.

On the muddy ground below.

Captain Wu Ao lay on the ground, digging his fingers into the mud, not daring to even breathe.

He stared at the twelve Tiangang Blade in mid-air, his scalp tingling.

This is called incomplete Psychic Power? This is called ruining one's future?

In Li Zhengyang's hands, the flying blades acted as if they had minds of their own.

Every turn, every acceleration—not a single bit of Mental Energy was wasted, with everything concentrated at the tips of the blades.

Such micromanagement control—even those old monsters in the Raven Association headquarters who have been in seclusion for decades couldn't achieve this!

What made him even more desperate was that dark red shield.

That was the absolute defense condensed by the Soul Prince.

If it were their Raven Squad in their prime, even if the six of them squeezed out every last bit of their brains, they wouldn't be able to leave a single mark on it.

And now?

Li Zhengyang, relying solely on twelve flying blades, had cut the shield until it was tottering.

Captain Wu Ao's teeth chattered.

He recalled how he had just called himself a "professional" in front of Li Zhengyang, even planning to wait for the other party to exhaust their Qi and blood so he could swoop in and steal the kill.

Absurd, ridiculous.

What did people like him count for?

Above the altar.

The Soul Prince felt the cutting force on the shield, and anger flared in his heart.

He must disrupt his focus.

He lowered his gaze, sweeping toward the Raven Squad in the mud.

"Since you like playing with blades so much, let's see how many you can save!"

He freed one hand, red mist churning in his palm, condensing into a Mental whip dozens of meters long.

He waved his arm.

The black whip tore through the air, heading straight for the crowns of Captain Wu Ao and his team.

"Your companions are going to die!"

The Soul Prince laughed out loud.

As long as this kid was distracted by saving people, he could take the opportunity to counterattack.

In the mud.

Captain Wu Ao watched the black whip descending upon them, terrified out of his wits.

A Martial Saint-grade Mental lash!

If it hit, they would surely become empty husks!

"Minister Li! Help!"

He screamed frantically with his raspy voice.

Li Zhengyang didn't even turn his head.

He stood on the edge of the altar, his hands even tucked back into his pockets.

He looked at the Soul Prince, his face full of impatience.

"Are you sick in the head?"

"I told you I don't know them!"

"These pieces of trash were just trying to steal my kill earlier!"

Li Zhengyang cursed more and more vigorously, his finger almost poking the Soul Prince in the face.

"If you want to kill them, do it quickly! Be snappy about it!"

"If you kill them while you're at it, I'll even save on medical bills and mental distress compensation!"

"Using these poor wretches to annoy me and delaying me from making money—can you afford to compensate me for that?"

In the mud below.

Upon hearing this, Captain Wu Ao's vision went black, and he nearly passed out.

A living Yama!

This f*cking guy is definitely a living Yama!

His group didn't even qualify to be hostages?

The Soul Prince's face twitched violently, and he was thoroughly enraged.

"Insolent!"

He confirmed it: using his companions to threaten him was completely useless against this lunatic.

He stopped testing him, and his Aura skyrocketed geometrically.

"Since you want to die, this King will grant your wish!"

Boom!

The red mist at the bottom of the cliff rioted.

A massive amount of blood-red mist turned into a funnel, pouring madly into the Soul Prince's body.

The strength of his Mental magnetic field surged several times over.

The dozens of Grade 8 Soul Demons nearby let out shrill screams.

Their massive bodies twisted and deformed, turning into pure energy that flew uncontrollably toward the altar and merged into the Soul Prince's body.

"He is devouring his own kind..."

Captain Wu Ao lay in the mud, digging until his fingers bled.

The Martial Saint-grade monster had completely let loose, and that pressure weighed directly on his bone marrow.

Crack, crack, crack.

The rocks around the altar shattered over a large area.

The Soul Prince's body expanded violently.

Ten meters, five meters, one hundred meters!

His originally pale face twisted and deformed, and two spiral horns grew from his forehead.

The muscles on his back tore open.

Three pairs of massive black wings made of pure Mental Energy suddenly unfurled.

They blotted out the sky.

All light at the bottom of the Soul Demon Abyss was swallowed up.

The Martial Saint's Aura turned into a tangible storm, sweeping in all directions.

The few remaining Raven Squad members below were pressed directly into the depths of the mud, and even moving a single finger became a luxury.

"Very good."

The Soul Prince's massive body hovered in mid-air, his voice shaking the gravel at the bottom of the valley.

"If I don't use some real ability, I won't be able to keep you here."

Li Zhengyang stood where he was.

Facing this monster that was enough to make the military high command collectively lose their voices.

Not only did he not retreat, but he also put away the Tiangang Blade.

He reached out with his right hand and pulled the abyssal meteor dragon spear from the ground once more.

The Prison Dragon Asura Armor on his body emitted a low roar, the bone armor patterns glowing brightly and racing wildly across the surface.

Li Zhengyang stretched his neck, his joints cracking crisply.

He looked up.

He met that massive figure towering with demonic flames.

"Finally, you look a bit like a Martial Saint."

Li Zhengyang held the spear in one hand, the tip pointing upward.

Lightning danced along the spear shaft.

"Come."

"Let me see your full power."

"Don't disappoint me."