Though Yang Fan was merely a two-ring soul master, Yao Lao's power transformed him entirely.
He lacked flashy soul skills, but every thrust of his pure-attack Soul Breaking Spear threatened the colossal mammoth.
The Soul Breaking Spear's ninth soul skill was Courage—a phrase Yang Fan never forgot from his grandfather.
Relentless offense was the soul of a Soul Breaking Spear soul master!
ROOOAR—!
In Martial Soul True Body form, Huyan Hai trumpeted skyward. His front hooves slammed the earth, sending a ground-hugging shockwave that instantly locked onto Yang Fan.
This was the Elephant Armor Sect's signature move: Death Crush!
The heavens granted Diamond Mammoths immense strength—but at the cost of speed. Thus, every sect member cultivated a soul skill to immobilize and kill foes.
Yang Fan, raised in the Breaking Clan, knew this technique well:
Huyan Hai would leap high, using overwhelming soul power and brute force to crush enemies.
Now—the sky darkened with the mammoth's descending silhouette, Death Crush's killing blow.
"Old man, let's end this!"
A pale-white flame erupted from Yang Fan's palm. The air froze instantly around it.
Strongest defense?
Try my Heavenly Flame!
Yang Fan unleashed his mightiest strike yet.
As the mammoth plummeted, he thrust a fireball from his palm.
The moment it left his hand, frost crystallized visibly across its surface.
Cold!
Though Yang Fan felt nothing as the caster, his eyes confirmed the truth.
In a flash—Bone Chilling Cold Flame struck the mammoth's bulk, then detonated downward.
No grand explosion followed. But when Huyan Hai landed, his soul power collapsed. The earth-yellow armor melted under the Heavenly Flame like wax—and beneath it, his flesh began to burn.
This outcome surprised Yang Fan not at all.
If the so-called "King of Flames" couldn't pierce Diamond Mammoth defenses, what use was it?
"You… who are you?!"
Yang Fan answered with a lightning-fast spear thrust.
Defense shattered by Heavenly Flame, Huyan Hai was softer than tofu before the Soul Breaking Spear. His chest pierced in an instant.
The old man died never knowing his killer was a child under eight.
"Incredible…"
This flame froze the air to biting coldness—yet burned Huyan Hai upon contact.
Yang Fan didn't linger to study Yao Lao's flame. He spread his wings, racing toward the fleeing Elephant Armor youths.
Their battle had lasted mere minutes. In dense forest, those brats couldn't have run far—just a few kilometers.
Chase them… I'll catch up!
"Turn left!" Yao Lao's voice echoed in his mind.
Left?
Yang Fan obeyed without hesitation. Yao Lao's soul perception surpassed even many Title Douluos—he trusted it implicitly.
Maybe Master's martial soul would've been spirit-type if he'd awakened one!
Flight's advantage? Ignoring terrain in thick forests.
With Yao Lao's guidance—
Within five minutes, he spotted the Elephant Armor disciples below—scattering like panicked pigs.
"Run?"
"Can you escape?"
From the start, Yang Fan intended to leave no witnesses.
He wouldn't risk them alerting the sect and endangering the Speed Sect or other clans.
"You go first!"
"Your Second Uncle and I will hold him off!"
Seeing Yang Fan, they already knew Elder Huyan Hai's fate.
"A Soul King?" Yang Fan sneered.
Flame Splitting Tsunami erased the man in a blink.
Though just a two-ring soul master, with Yao Lao's power, even Soul Kings were beneath his notice.
Wings snapped—100 meters forward in a blink.
Without elders, the young disciples fell like wheat before his scythe.
Killing the last, Yang Fan saw raw terror in the teen's eyes: fear, trembling, despair.
He understood.
These "elite" disciples strutted in arenas, but none had faced true death.
Even after a year of watching death duels, Yang Fan's hands still shook during his first kill.
But mercy? None.
He crushed the boy's skull with the Heavy Xuan Ruler.
If this one survived his fear, the next target would be the Breaking Clan.
"One, two, three… eight!"
Not one extra, not one missing.
The weight lifted from Yang Fan's shoulders.
No messengers would return. His cultivation path was secure.
What a pity Huyan Li—the sect's strongest youth—wasn't here. Killing him would've ended Elephant Armor's future.
After the slaughter, Yang Fan returned to the waterfall.
Huyan Hai's corpse was charred beyond recognition.
Only the Woolly Mammoth, submerged in the pool, remained intact.
Besides the black soul ring hovering above the body, its milky-white tusks gleamed bright.
"Master, how do we handle this?"
Yao Lao's soul drifted out—draining Yang Fan's borrowed power instantly.
That hollow drop from peak strength to weakness stung.
"Not used to it?" Yao Lao teased.
Yang Fan shook his head, then nodded.
Damn right it's jarring!
Like a gamer's cheat expiring mid-battle—who could endure that?
"Pull these tusks out from the roots."
Yao Lao said no more about power. He trusted his disciple would adapt.
"Can I really pull them?" Yang Fan doubted his strength—until realizing the dead mammoth was as soft as rotten tofu.
"Careful, brat! Break them, and their medicinal properties vanish!"
"Alright, alright!"
Though Yao Lao pushed self-discovery in cultivation, he micromanaged herb collection—terrified Yang Fan's rough hands would ruin treasures.
Thankfully, with Yao Lao's guidance, both tusks were perfectly stored in his soul tool.
Finally, Yang Fan erased all traces of the Soul Breaking Spear in the forest.
This was essential!
A random spear hole in a tree might go unnoticed—but combat techniques left unmistakable signatures for soul masters.
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