Chapter 502.
The wings, formed after her martial soul possession, were not a manifestation of the true body and thus lacked physical substance. This meant they didn't cause her much pain when they vanished—but their disappearance was significant. Without them, she could no longer fly, maintain balance in mid-air, or dodge incoming attacks.
Unfortunately, the blades pursuing her didn't seem content to let her go. They struck again.
"Bastard!"
Ma Hongjun's eyes filled with rage. With a burst of speed, he flew toward the falling Bai Chenxiang and caught her in his arms.
Bai Chenxiang was stunned. As she looked into Ma Hongjun's face—though not particularly handsome—it was filled with worry, and a hint of madness. She could see her own reflection in his intense gaze.
At that moment, three sharp blades struck again from different angles—two targeting Bai Chenxiang, one aimed at Ma Hongjun.
Still plummeting rapidly, Bai Chenxiang was finally caught in Ma Hongjun's grasp just in time.
"Aah!" she cried out.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three blades slashed past them, carving three crimson lines into Ma Hongjun's flesh. One drop of hot blood even splashed across Bai Chenxiang's face.
"Fatty, are you okay?!"
Moved and concerned, Bai Chenxiang hurriedly examined Ma Hongjun's injuries. Three gashes, as thin as rice noodles, had appeared on his chest.
"I'm fine," Ma Hongjun grinned painfully. Despite the agony, he clutched her tightly.
But the blades didn't stop. As if tireless, they returned for another strike.
Ma Hongjun, still holding Bai Chenxiang, tried to dodge—but he was too slow.
Three more cuts tore into his back.
"Put me down!" Bai Chenxiang cried in frustration. "Hurry! Let me go or you won't be able to react in time!"
"I won't!" Ma Hongjun's eyes flashed with defiance.
"Do you know who I am? I'm Ma Hongjun of Shrek! Our belief is to never give up! How could I give up on you? Especially when you're my fiancée! Hiss…"
He winced, gritting his teeth against the pain.
"You…"
Bai Chenxiang stared at him in disbelief, speechless.
"What the hell is this thing?" she gritted her teeth. "It doesn't seem like an attack from the wolf thieves…"
"It's a soul master…" Ma Hongjun panted. "A very powerful one."
The realization stunned her.
Just then, several sausages were thrown toward them. Ma Hongjun caught one in his mouth and quickly ate it. A few containers of white beer followed, which he grabbed and gulped down, still holding Bai Chenxiang. Then, his gaze turned solemn as he stared into the distance.
"It's that bastard!" Ning Rongrong shouted through gritted teeth. "Everyone be careful! Forget the wolf thieves! That thing showed up!"
She yelled toward the three teammates below.
By now, most of the wolf thieves had been slaughtered. Only a handful remained. Among them were two kings—one red, one blue—radiating intense, feral energy.
But before anyone could act further, dark clouds gathered above, and suddenly hundreds of sharp blades rained from the sky like a deadly storm.
Wherever the blades passed, wolf thieves were torn to pieces. The two kings were dead within seconds.
"What the hell is that?!" Bai Chenxiang gasped, horrified. Earlier there had only been three blades, but now—hundreds? As if they were out of control, attacking everything with overwhelming force.
The three below quickly realized who was behind it.
"The Vast Sea Cosmic Barrier!"
Tang San summoned a water-blue, triangle-shaped shield that rapidly expanded, enveloping all three of them under his soul power.
The blades descended like a hurricane, shredding through the remnants of the wolf thieves, and now targeted them as well.
"Everyone, give me your soul power! Rongrong, connect us with your skull soul ability!"
Tang San's voice was heavy.
As soon as he spoke, a soft light radiated from Ning Rongrong's skull, linking the group's minds together.
The six monsters transferred their soul power to Tang San without hesitation. Bai Chenxiang and Shen Lingqi hesitated for a moment, then gradually moved closer—Bai Chenxiang passed her soul power to Ma Hongjun, Shen Lingqi to Oscar.
With their combined energy, the barrier shone a brilliant aqua-blue and resisted the swarm of sharp blades with a radiant force.
But their energy was draining fast.
The Vast Sea Cosmic Barrier—an artifact gifted to Tang San by the imperial family—was indeed powerful, but it consumed a great deal of soul power. After their earlier battles, the group was already exhausted.
Bai Chenxiang could feel the breath of death emanating from those blades. The barrier began to splinter, slashing apart in torrents, as if about to collapse entirely.
As everyone's breathing grew ragged, a cold grunt echoed from afar.
Then, a sword light split the sky.
In an instant, every blade in its path –was destroyed. With that, the nine finally let out a collective breath of relief. The Vast Sea Cosmic Barrier returned to Tang San's hands.
"What's going on?" Bai Chenxiang asked as she helped steady Ma Hongjun, who took the opportunity to pull her close.
Oscar leaned on Shen Lingqi. Dai Mubai supported Tang San. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing helped each other. Xiao Wu had already been stored away in Tang San's Hundred Treasure Bag for safety.
They all grit their teeth, enduring.
Among them, Ning Rongrong was the most furious—her face burning red with anger.
Suddenly, a figure shot into the sky in the distance. A sword-wielding man with a white beard floated above, exuding an aura of fierce elegance.
At the same time, another figure emerged from afar.
Behind this second figure, countless sharp blades hovered, as if responding to a silent command—gathering to form an immense greatsword aimed at the heavens.
Clad in white. Masked in white.
"White Pontiff!" Ning Rongrong growled. "I knew it! If the Golden Generation is here, then he has to be nearby! It must've been him who attacked us in broad daylight, and he dares attack!"
Her words echoed like thunder.
"That's White Pontiff?" Bai Chenxiang whispered, shocked. It was her first time seeing him—same for Shen Lingqi.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun, too, stared into the sky, stunned by the mysterious, overwhelming presence.
"Unexpectedly, Senior Sword Douluo had been protecting us in secret all along," Tang San exhaled deeply. "Thankfully…"
Just then, Sword Douluo's voice –thundered through the skies:
"White Pontiff, is this how lawless your Soul Hall has become? You dare to recklessly attack and kill other soul masters?"
Across from him, White Pontiff responded with calm indifference, "I was merely targeting those wolf thieves. I didn't wish to waste time. As for the others… I didn't see them. Besides, if what they say is true, then they were already doomed. Their deaths would have been justified."
The implication—that Tang San and his group were nothing more than collateral damage—made everyone's faces darken.
"Bullshit! He was clearly aiming for us!" Ma Hongjun cursed, fury boiling in his voice.
"He targeted Chenxiang and me directly! If we hadn't reacted in time, we'd have been sliced to pieces by those sharp blades!"
With that, he pulled Bai Chenxiang closer into his arms. "Chenxiang, my back really hurts... Hold me tighter."
Bai Chenxiang immediately wrapped her arms around Ma Hongjun's waist, worry etched across her face.
Tang San pulled out a stash of medicinal supplies from his soul guidance device and said seriously, "Those wounds aren't minor. Use this ointment I prepared. Combined with Oscar's healing sausages, he should recover quickly."
Bai Chenxiang nodded and began gently applying the medicine to Ma Hongjun's wounds.
'Damn that White Pontiff…' Ma Hongjun thought, feeling the soothing coolness of the ointment and the soft touch of Bai Chenxiang's hands.
'That was way too close… But at least, things between Chenxiang and me have definitely changed now.'
Meanwhile, Sword Douluo glared furiously down from the sky.
"You speak of not seeing them? Then allow me to return the favor!"
With that, his sharp gaze fell upon Hu Liena and the other Soul Hall members.
White Pontiff shook his head lightly. "You're no match for me, and I'm not interested in a pointless clash. Let's go our separate ways."
Chenxin: "…"
Everyone else: "…"
Infuriating!
Sword Douluo shouted with rage as his nine soul rings lit up all at once. The physical form of the Seven Kill Sword materialized in mid-–air, its killing intent surging across the sky. The oppressive energy of the Seven Kill Domain spread like ripples, creating a distorted battlefield of pure pressure.
"I've warned you. Don't blame me for what comes next."
But White Pontiff remained calm. As he raised a small Cyan Flag, a peerless radiance erupted from it. The brilliant blue light washed over the sky, and the entire Seven Kill Domain was instantly wiped away.
Sword Douluo's expression shifted to shock.
"Senior Chenxin! Be careful!" Tang San shouted from below. "That's his second martial soul—it can nullify domain ability!"
Without his domain, and unable to unleash the full strength of his Seven Kill Sword, Sword Douluo's heart sank. The Seven Kill Domain was critical to the technique's power. Without it, he couldn't exert his usual dominance.
What's worse, a blast of intense black energy and searing flames erupted from the Pope in White, forming a terrifying domain of his own.
"So strong!" Sword Douluo's heart pounded. "Stronger than last time at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect—even under the combined assault of the Bone Douluo. How did he grow this powerful in such a short time? His soul power... it's bizarre!"
Indeed, it was abnormal.
Wang Feng was now using the power of his blood marks to forcibly amplify his physical and spiritual attributes. Though he currently employed only six blood patterns, even this level far surpassed the strength he had shown during his last fight with Sword Douluo.
The seventh blood pattern—still dormant—had absorbed divine energy from the Rakshasa Secret Realm, which in turn empowered the existing six.
Now, standing tall in the sky, White Pontiff radiated an aura of invincibility.
Sword Douluo's sharp eyes watched him carefully, a hint of retreat in his gaze. A fight now would be unwise. And judging by the Pontiff's focus, Tang San might not have been his true target after all.
At that moment, White Pontiff spoke calmly:
"I told you—you can't defeat me. Retreat."
The words instantly ignited Sword Douluo's fury.
He still remembered how this man had nearly brought ruin to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect… how even Rongrong, his cherished little princess, had been deceived by him. Rage surged in his chest.
"Seven Kill Sword!"
His voice was like thunder. The blade in Sword Douluo's hand gleamed like a rainbow, and his eyes locked coldly onto the White Pontiff. Even without activating his domain or martial soul true form, he was ready to fight with everything he had.
An overwhelming aura began to rise from Sword Douluo's body. Though there was no domain, his soul power condensed into a fierce and crushing pressure.
Boom!
A violent shockwave erupted in the air as Sword Douluo shot forward, like a bolt of lightning streaking toward the White Pontiff.
But White Pontiff only shook his head slightly, standing calmly as he watched the oncoming attack. His body remained still.
With a mere glance, soul power surged like a flowing river around him. Behind him, the long sword suspended in the air began to tremble—then, with a flash, it flew outward.
Spinning mid-air with incredible speed, the blade gathered tremendous energy and formed a titanic slash of sword light.
"Sword Breaks Southern Mountain!"
The atmosphere locked in place. A blinding ray of sword energy burst from the blade like a searing river from the heavens, slashing directly toward Sword Douluo!
Sword Douluo was stunned.
'This level of comprehension…?'
Could this young man actually wield the Seven Kill Sword Technique with an Imperial Sword method?
Without hesitation, Sword Douluo let out a battle cry. A brilliant pillar of sword light erupted from his blade as all his soul power surged into motion. The rings around his body trembled. Gripping the hilt tightly, he launched himself forward like a streak of divine fire to meet the slash head-on.
He was betting everything.
White Pontiff couldn't possibly unleash a second sword technique so soon. Therefore, Sword Douluo wasn't worried about his Seven Kill Sword being shattered by his mysterious multicolored divine light.
The swords collided.
A blinding explosion tore through the skies. The heavens themselves seemed to rip apart as clouds exploded into chaotic ripples, lighting the sky with a storm of energy.
Sword Douluo was sent flying backward, his figure spinning through the air. His face turned pale.
He had managed to block the sword—but just barely.
What terrified him most wasn't the White Pontiff's raw power, but his mental force. That single slash had linked directly to Sword Douluo's soul bones and spiritual core.
Such control… such intent...
If White Pontiff could release that kind of terrifying force with just a divine sword, then how terrifying must his mental power truly be?
Unimaginable.
And yet—the next sword strike was already on its way.
This time, there was no divine light. Just raw, crushing power.
But Sword Douluo wasn't afraid.
With his Seven Kill Sword activated, his combat power soared. The Pope's mental strength was overwhelming—but it was not enough to make him retreat!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was as if the heavens and earth were being torn apart.
Blinding golden sword lights tore across the sky. Every casual slash carved massive rifts in the landscape—hundreds of meters wide.
Mountains in the distance were split apart. Forests were shredded into deep ravines.
The terrain itself was reshaped by their clash.
Below, the spectators could only stare, wide-eyed and speechless.
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