128: Chapter 128 Playing Sweet Tricks on You

"Close the net."

Li Zhengyang spat out two words.

The Psychic Power in his Sea of Consciousness exploded outward.

The twelve Tiangang Blade lying in wait at the edge of the altar suddenly accelerated.

Sonic booms tore through the air.

The distance was too close.

Soul Prince's hands were pressed tightly against the crystal, pouring all of his Mental Energy into it.

He had no way to react at all.

That human who was just coughing up blood in the ruins had actually divided his attention, silently sending the flying knives right beneath his feet!

The flying knives brought with them a sharp whistling sound.

"Despicable human!"

Soul Prince cursed loudly.

Forcibly withdrawing his Mental Energy would surely cost him half his life due to the backlash.

If he didn't withdraw, the net of flying knives would cut down, and half his body would be gone.

The three pairs of black wings behind him suddenly folded inward, attempting to forcibly block the Tiangang Blade.

Pfft, pfft, pfft.

The black wings exploded under the high-speed cutting of the Tiangang Blade.

Black blood sprayed wildly, and bone fragments flew everywhere.

Taking advantage of the moment Soul Prince was distracted by forcibly enduring the flying knives.

Li Zhengyang went all out.

"Indestructible Golden Body"

Crimson-gold Qi and blood surged up from the soles of his feet, instantly blasting the rubble pinning him down into the air.

"Tyrannosaurus Bone"

Recovery increased by 200%, and his already unharmed body was pushed to its peak state.

"Prison Dragon Asura Armor"

The bone armor patterns glowed red-hot, and scorching steam erupted continuously from the shoulder guards.

Ancient Dragon Power, attached.

The surrounding space was compressed and deformed by this immense power.

His legs bent slightly, and the rock layer beneath his feet collapsed over a large area.

Soaring Dragon Sky-Stepping Footwork.

Boom!

A cloud of white mist exploded where he stood.

His figure crossed thousands of meters, instantly rushing in front of Soul Prince.

This burst of power forcibly interrupted Soul Prince's breathing.

What kind of "exhausted" state was this?

This kid had been faking death to fish for him from the very beginning!

It was all to wait for the moment he exhausted his energy on the blood-colored crystal and had no time to defend.

"Old thing, is it a surprise?"

Li Zhengyang grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"I pretended to be bait to sneak attack you, and you actually took it seriously?"

He gripped the spear shaft tightly with both hands, twisted his waist, and drove his hips forward, pouring all his trump cards into this single strike.

Soul Prince, restrained by the flying knives, hastily raised his right hand and gathered a shield in front of his chest.

"An ant dares to dream of slaughtering a Saint?!"

The spear slammed down.

Dragon Soul Bone Erosion, triggered.

As soon as the spear tip touched the shield, that defense—which could even withstand the Tiangang Blade for a few hits—was instantly disintegrated layer by layer by a corrosive force.

A large hole was torn through the shield.

Dragon Tooth Armor Piercing, triggered.

The piercing power, accompanied by black lightning, pierced through Soul Prince's Martial Saint-Grade Physical Body.

The spear did not lose momentum, piercing through his chest.

"Ah!!!"

Soul Prince shrieked miserably, his withered hands gripping the spear shaft tightly, attempting to pull it out.

Li Zhengyang didn't give him a chance at all.

Fatal Dragon Jaw, triggered.

Doubled critical damage exploded at the spear tip.

Terrifying lightning power exploded inside Soul Prince, starting from his chest cavity, tearing apart his internal organs.

Black blood mixed with chunks of flesh splattered onto the altar.

"Still want to use me as a sacrifice?"

Li Zhengyang gripped the spear tightly with both hands, rushing backward while pushing Soul Prince's hundred-meter body.

With a loud bang.

He nailed this Martial Saint-Grade Soul Demon to the stone pillar behind the altar with a single strike.

The stone pillar cracked and shattered.

Soul Prince's eyes became completely unfocused.

His hands slid down powerlessly.

His mouth opened slightly, unable to make a sound.

Li Zhengyang pulled out the dragon spear and followed up with a horizontal sweep.

Squelch!

The horned head flew off on the spot, exploding into a cloud of fly ash in mid-air.

Clang.

A blood-red soul crystal fell onto the altar.

The surface of the crystal was covered in golden patterns, emitting a crisp echo.

The entire bottom of the Soul Demon Abyss fell into complete silence.

In the mud below.

The four remaining members of the Raven Squad stopped breathing.

Captain Wu Ao stared blankly, his brain severely overloaded, completely unable to process what had just happened.

What exactly had he seen?

That kid who had been slapped into the ruins by Soul Prince.

Jumped up and used a series of unreasonable combos to instantly kill a Martial Saint-Grade Soul Prince.

"Captain..."

The team member next to him, whose face was swollen, nudged Captain Wu Ao's arm, his teeth chattering.

"He... was he just acting the whole time?"

Captain Wu Ao did not reply.

Dual Cultivation of martial arts and Psychic Power.

This person was full of schemes.

He could win but pretended he couldn't, tricking the opponent into lowering their guard to unseal, then seizing the chance to sneak attack.

This method was more insidious than anyone they had ever seen.

Captain Wu Ao was now only grateful for one thing.

Fortunately, he had been cowardly enough and didn't move to snatch that Grade 8 soul crystal.

Otherwise, the ones lying on the altar turning into ashes would definitely be them.

At the top of the altar.

Li Zhengyang put away the abyssal meteor dragon spear.

The Prison Dragon Asura Armor on his body faded, revealing his muscular physique.

He walked quickly toward the fallen soul crystal.

He picked it up with both hands and wiped the dust off on his clothes.

This soul crystal was completely different from the ones that dropped before.

It was large, and inside, a miniature Soul Demon phantom was faintly swimming, with a circle of golden patterns wrapped around the outside.

It felt heavy in his hands.

Li Zhengyang was happy and tossed it in his hand twice.

"This one alone is worth billions."

"Not to mention the Grade 7 and 8 soul crystals I scraped up along the way."

This trip out, he had earned at least three or four hundred "small targets".

"Comforting."

Li Zhengyang was beaming and put the soul crystal into his storage space.

He brushed the dirt off his hands and turned to look at the Raven Squad in the mud below.

"Hey, you professionals."

Li Zhengyang waved from his high vantage point.

"Stop lying in the mud and playing dead."

"When that old thing was beating you earlier, I technically saved your lives."

"How should we settle this debt of gratitude? It wouldn't be too much for each of you to cough up 500 million as a token of appreciation, right?"

Captain Wu Ao had just recovered, but upon hearing this, his eyelids rolled back.

He had no money, only his life.

He wished he could just faint on the spot.

Seeing no movement below, Li Zhengyang clicked his tongue and prepared to jump off the altar to collect the debt manually.

He had just taken half a step.

A violent tremor came from beneath his feet.

The altar erupted with a harsh, grinding sound.

Li Zhengyang stopped.

The vibration did not come from underground, but from the very center of the altar.

That huge blood-colored crystal that Soul Prince had only half-unsealed.

They had fought so intensely earlier, yet this stone hadn't even developed an extra crack.

At this moment.

The formation patterns lit up on the surface of the blood-colored crystal did not extinguish because of Soul Prince's death.

Instead, they flashed even more frantically.

The red mist in the air, drawn by some strong pull, desperately drilled into the crystal.

"This damn stone is still absorbing energy?"

Li Zhengyang stepped back twice.

Crack.

A crisp sound.

A tiny crack appeared at the very top of the blood-colored crystal.

An ancient aura, ten times more terrifying than Soul Prince's earlier, leaked out through the crack.

Just the tiny ripple that leaked out.

The four people in the mud, including Captain Wu Ao, fainted straight away.

The Prison Dragon Asura Armor on Li Zhengyang's body sensed the threat and automatically deployed, covering his entire body.

From the cracked crystal gap.

A hoarse voice came out.

"My descendant..."

"The noble Bloodline of a Prince... actually died at the hands of a human ant."

Li Zhengyang reached back and grabbed the abyssal meteor dragon spear.

The voice ignored the commotion outside, remaining aloof and superior.

The pressure fluctuated in strength.

"Kneel, ignorant human."

"Hand over your flesh and Divine Soul."

"I can grant you the honor of becoming part of the great Soul Demon race..."

Before the voice could finish.

Li Zhengyang raised his dragon spear and slammed it violently against the surface of the crystal.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

"Stop spouting nonsense!"

He raised the spear again with both hands.

"Eat my spear first!"