Chapter 338 Do you want to hook up?

Cang Jue's ultimate move had already paid off, and as soul power poured in, the freezing air continued to spread upward, poised to completely seal and freeze Naga Luo.

The four top experts launched a full-force attack. Although one had already fallen, the trouble they caused Naga Luo was far more significant than when dozens of people had besieged her earlier.

Naga Luo, furious, flung her hands, sending the dark blade and exquisite sword, both condensed from soul power, hurtling toward Cang Jue.

At this moment, Cang Jue was controlling her soul power and couldn't move at all. Just as she was about to be pierced through, two crimson spider threads lashed out, entangling the flying blades.

Mapeier yanked hard with both hands, and the soul power-condensed blades, blocked by the immense force, disintegrated mid-air. At the same time, another spider thread carried three Skyburst Grenades and hurled them directly in front of Naga Luo.

Boom!

The Skyburst Grenades exploded instantly, engulfing Naga Luo in a cloud of dust. Before the dust could settle, another soul power-condensed long blade hurtled toward Old Wang in another direction.

"Senior Brother!"

"Old Wang!"

No one expected Naga Luo to target the 'least threatening' Wang Feng first. Both Mapeier and Hei Wukai were too far from Old Wang to help in time. Their eyes bulged in horror, but in the next second, Wang Feng suddenly disappeared on the spot.

The Teleportation Pearl activated!

Space rippled faintly as a void crack split open, and Old Wang, who had just vanished, was 'spat out' behind Cang Jue.

Damn it, what a loss! Old Wang got up, his face contorted in frustration. He had programmed the Teleportation Pearl to activate automatically when it sensed a fatal and unavoidable danger. It was his last resort for survival, but he hadn't expected to use it so easily.

As Old Wang was fuming, he noticed Cang Jue in front of him slightly shifting her body, instinctively shielding him.

...This surprised Old Wang a bit. Earlier in the dark cave, she had let him go with some flimsy excuse. Afterward, Old Wang had pondered over it and felt something was off. Could this girl be a Holy Sanctuary spy?

This line of thought wasn't wrong. Who said only the Nine Gods had spies? The Holy Sanctuary had its share as well. At least from what he had seen so far, the Holy Sanctuary had plenty of Yin-Yang masters.

Thinking about Cang Jue, Old Wang still felt more regret over losing the Teleportation Pearl. Now that the pearl was gone and the Golden Aegis was also missing, he had lost his protective charms. In fact, the more one feared death, the easier it was to die. Instead, Old Wang felt a surge of the old excitement he used to get from dungeon raids.

With life and death on the line, Old Wang stopped overthinking. He cast a Swift Wind spell on his legs, ready to dodge at a moment's notice. Meanwhile, Mapeier had already moved to protect him. This girl was like a shadow, always trailing Wang Feng.

Cang Jue's witchcraft seemed to have stopped as well. Freezing Naga Luo's upper body proved too challenging—it was the main part where her dark power gathered. After all, there was a vast gap in their levels. Only Cang Jue, one of the top ice-attribute talents among the younger generation of humans, could manage this. Such abilities couldn't be ignored just because of strong soul power. However, Cang Jue quickly adjusted her strategy, focusing on maintaining the freezing effect on Naga Luo's lower body. Complete immobilization was impossible, but at least it could slow her movements, which was already a great help to Hei Wukai and Long Feixue.

At this point, Cang Jue was fully capable of freeing one hand for defense. With Mapeier's assistance, Old Wang felt slightly reassured. Turning his head, he saw Hei Wukai and Long Feixue suddenly pivot in mid-air within the swirling dust.

Facing a two-pronged attack, Naga Luo still dared to divert her attention to attack others!

Both Hei Wukai and Long Feixue's eyes blazed with intensity. Their sword auras, sharp and swift, attacked simultaneously from left and right. But Naga Luo reacted with astonishing speed.

Clang! Clang!

Hei Wukai's Yecha Wolf Fang Sword was blocked by Naga Luo's exquisite sword and dark blade, while Long Feixue's Heavenly Sword was deflected by the demon shield.

Screech... Screech...

The grating sound of weapons trembling echoed from within the dust. Then, two bursts of light erupted from the dust.

Whoosh~

—Yecha Dimensional Slash!

—Celestial Dragon Flash!

One slash, one thrust. Soul Overlord skills weren't just about energy bursts. In that instant, the unity of man and sword, the elevation of their realm, multiplied their destructive power several times over.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The soul power-infused weapons in Naga Luo's hands—swords, shields, and halberds—shattered simultaneously. It roared in shock as the two sword auras that had crossed paths cleaved through the dust and debris. Black blood splattered, and deep, bone-deep wounds appeared on both of Naga Luo's left arms. However, there was no flesh or blood; the opened 'skin' revealed only a black, writhing mass. The injury on its face was even more severe, with almost half of its right cheek ripped open by Long Feixue's sword strike. The black flesh flipped outward, turning its once delicate and beautiful face into something horrifying.

Its powerful regenerative abilities were rapidly repairing the wounds, but it was clear that its energy was waning. This creature was not truly immortal.

Strike while the enemy is weak!

Hei Wukai and Long Feixue, who had just crossed paths in mid-air, simultaneously turned around, their figures tracing a spinning arc in the air.

The two figures shot back like meteors, cutting through the dissipating dust in the blink of an eye.

Hei Wukai's right hand rested on the hilt of the Yecha Wolf Fang Sword, his soul power gathered in his right hand. His gaze was steady as a rock, calm yet ready to strike, with the drawing stance already prepared. Long Feixue's Heavenly Sword was already unsheathed, its radiant white blade clearly visible even amidst the dust, like a streak of light cutting through the haze, aimed directly at the vertical eye on Naga Luo's forehead.

One attacked from above, the other from below; one from the left, the other from the right. Though their directions and techniques differed, the two moved in perfect synchronization, as if their movements were perfectly choreographed. Their attacks were flawlessly timed, creating a synergy that amplified their combined strength, leaving Naga Luo unable to focus, forced to divide its attention.

"Raaah!" Naga Luo let out a furious roar. It was completely exasperated with the twin-like coordination of these two. With its lower body frozen, it was unable to evade. The vertical eye on its forehead suddenly expanded further, the flesh tearing as the eye nearly reached the bridge of its nose!

This was clearly painful, but also enraging. The elegance and beauty on Naga Luo's face had vanished, replaced by a terrifying savage ferocity.

Forsaking reason and beauty, it gained even greater power. Its soul power exploded in an instant.

Kaboom!

The soul power transformed into a violent shockwave that rippled outward uncontrollably. The ice that had firmly frozen its lower body shattered into countless shards, flying like shrapnel in all directions.

Cang Jue's witchcraft was broken, and the backlash of soul power caused her face to turn crimson. But with Wang Feng behind her, she had no room to retreat. Suppressing the surging energy in her chest, she slammed her staff into the ground, releasing a wave of blue energy. A thick ice wall, two meters tall and wide, rose from the ground, shielding her, Wang Feng, and Mapeier.

The sound of the ice wall being struck echoed repeatedly. In front, the explosive soul power slightly slowed Hei Wukai and Long Feixue's momentum. Meanwhile, Naga Luo, now free from the restraints on its lower body, leaped forward. Its eight spider legs, now wrapped in sharp black death energy, lunged simultaneously at the slowing Long Feixue and Hei Wukai.

An inch longer, an inch stronger—let alone the several-meter-long spider legs. Before Hei Wukai and Long Feixue's sword energy could reach, the spider legs were already closing in with deadly intent.

So fast!

Hei Wukai's brow twitched slightly as he shifted from offense to defense. His right hand swept out, the wide sleeve creating wind resistance to slow his forward momentum, while his left hand held the scabbard horizontally to block.

Bang...

The scabbard collided with the black shadow, and a terrifying force transmitted through. Even with Hei Wukai's natural strength, he nearly lost his grip on the scabbard. He quickly adjusted, pressing his entire elbow against the back of the scabbard to barely withstand the impact, but the immense pushing force still sent him reeling.

Hei Wukai's pupils contracted slightly.

Kaboom!

His body was sent flying, tumbling seven or eight times in the air. His wide sleeves flapped like bird wings, generating force to help him regain balance.

Thud!

Hei Wukai's right foot touched the ground, followed by a series of steps backward—seven or eight in total—before he finally stabilized himself with his left foot.

On the other side, Long Feixue was also forced back, blocking with his sword. But he slid backward like a streak of white light, his body crouched forward in a spread-eagle stance. His Heavenly Sword was plunged half a foot into the ground, scraping sparks and stone shards as it dragged along.

Both sides stabilized, and the battlefield fell silent, save for Naga Luo's furious roars echoing around.

Long Feixue's white right sleeve now hung in tatters, revealing an arm that looked nothing like a man's. There were no bulging veins or muscular definition—just a crystal-clear, jade-like arm with slender, pale fingers, resembling the hand of a peerless beauty. But now, this beautiful arm bore injuries. Naga Luo's soul power had struck like a blade, leaving several clear bloodstains.

Long Feixue's face showed no emotion. His bright eyes calmly focused on Naga Luo ahead, without a trace of impatience or anger. In contrast to this graceful demeanor, Hei Wukai on the opposite side appeared far more rugged.

The soft sound of dripping blood echoed as the fingers of Hei Wukai's left hand, gripping the sword, pressed down slightly. A thin stream of blood dripped down, but Hei Wukai ignored it as he straightened up. His robe was already loose, and with a tug of his right hand, he pulled his left arm out from the chest of the robe, exposing his left side.

His muscles were perfectly defined—not overly bulky, but incredibly firm and solid. The exposed muscles on his back resembled a bat spreading its wings, forming a perfect inverted triangle. A shallow yet deep-seated wound, about half an inch deep, ran along his left arm, blood continuously seeping out.

He tucked the empty left sleeve into his belt, seemingly uninterested in tending to the minor wound on his arm. The slight pain only pushed him into an even more perfect state.

Meanwhile, the Naga landed in the center of the field with a thunderous crash, shaking the ground. Its form had grown larger and more terrifying. The once beautiful upper body of the Naga had turned skeletal, with the hair-like appendages on its head standing on end. Its eyes were completely consumed by black light.

"Roar!" It let out a provocative roar, the surging energy waves dispersing outward, causing Hei Wukai and Long Feixue's robes to flutter violently.

Behind the ice wall, Cang Jue and Mapeier were both shaken by the roar and the overwhelming soul power emanating from the Naga. The monster had transformed three times since its appearance. The first time, when it regained its youth, it was already incredibly powerful. The second time, when it opened its vertical eye, it became even stronger. In that state, Cang Jue's Nine Extreme Ice Magic could barely suppress it. But now...

The change in soul power had triggered a transformation. Even hiding behind the ice wall, merely resisting the terrifying soul pressure of the Naga was already a struggle for Cang Jue. Beside her, Mapeier's breathing grew rapid. Honestly, this was no longer a level that Tiger Peak could contend with! Even Long Feixue and Hei Wukai...

Cang Jue's heart sank. Had they just found the Chosen One, only to perish together here?

What kind of destiny was this?!

"Don't worry, there's still a fight to be had," Wang Feng said, his calmness unusual for someone at the Tiger Peak level.

Wang Feng's calm voice surprised Cang Jue. It was hard to imagine how someone with less than Tiger Peak strength could remain so composed under such intense soul pressure. Was it mental fortitude? Or something else? It seemed there was more to this Chosen One than met the eye...

Old Wang chuckled, as if sensing Cang Jue's concern. "Those two haven't even gone all out yet. And this Naga is just an illusion, not its true form."

Cang Jue was momentarily stunned, then her expression turned serious. For some reason, she didn't doubt Wang Feng's words. But... those two had already unleashed attacks at the dimensional level, the limit of what Tiger Peak could achieve. Could they really have more in reserve? Was that even possible?

In the field, both masters were injured, yet at this moment, smiles appeared on their faces. Their eyes gleamed with the same excitement and boundless fighting spirit.

For people like them, they never feared an enemy being too strong. The stronger the enemy, the more perfectly they could evolve themselves.

"Heh!"

Hei Wukai grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth that stood out starkly against his slightly tanned skin.

With a slight twist of his left hand, the Yecha Wolf Fang Sword spun lightly in the air. Hei Wukai bit down firmly, gripping the sword between his teeth. His right hand extended two fingers, lightly brushing over the wound on his left arm. The blood-stained fingers, combined with a gesture from his left hand, instantly conjured a black flame at his fingertips, which he then pressed against his own forehead.

"Open!"

A black rune flashed in the air, creating a palm-sized shadow. The black light quickly gathered into a small black flame at his forehead, which then sprouted like a seed, sending black veins spreading across his body. In an instant, the black veins covered his forehead, face, neck, body, and limbs.

"Boom!"

Soul power erupted in an instant, and a surge of black flames burst forth from Hei Wukai's body. The hair at the back of his head broke free from its binding, floating upward under the influence of soul power. At the same time, his wide sleeves billowed without any wind.

Now, Hei Wukai's sleeves were filled with swelling soul power, his eyes flickering with faint black flames. His hair and beard stood on end, and the black veins across his body emitted a steaming aura, his presence utterly astonishing!

"Damn, it really is this!"

Old Wang clenched his fist. Though he had long suspected Hei Wukai's true form, seeing it in person was still exhilarating. The supreme constitution from the Nine Heavens, tsk tsk.

"True Form of the Ghost Yecha!" Mapeier couldn't help but exclaim, while Cang Jue beside her also showed a slight change in expression.

This was the legendary bloodline of the Yecha clan, a lineage so pure that even after generations, it might not produce a single bearer. It possessed every talent one could imagine, the true strongest Yecha! Even among the hundreds of races across the continent, this talent was undoubtedly among the very best!

Known as the God of War!

The previously frenzied Nagaraja was now drawn to the astonishing aura of Hei Wukai, abruptly turning its head to look at him. Its eyes were filled with surprise and wariness, a stark contrast to the Tiger Peak it had previously regarded as mere prey. At this moment, Hei Wukai, whether in terms of soul power or aura, was comparable to Ghost Initial!

But before Nagaraja could observe carefully, a burst of white light erupted from the other side.

Hum...

It was a massive white light pillar, two meters in diameter, reaching endlessly towards the sky, as if a heavenly light pierced through the dark mist, shining down from the heavens.

At this moment, Long Feixue hovered quietly in the air, his silver hair fluttering. He spread his arms, bathing in the pillar of holy light, his soul power increasing at an astonishing rate.

Whoosh...

He gently opened his eyes, and within them, it seemed as if two small suns were shining, their light dazzlingly bright!

—Heavenly Light, Celestial Descent!

The light pillar suddenly retracted, but Long Feixue did not fall to the ground like an ordinary Tiger Peak. Instead, he remained quietly suspended in the air.

Short-distance flight is not difficult, but standing still in mid-air is definitely not a level of soul power control that Tiger Peak can achieve. Ghost level, another Ghost level powerhouse!

Boom!

A wave of air also spread out from Long Feixue, instantly sweeping across the entire field, even causing Nagaraja to instinctively raise its hand to shield itself.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Crack crack crack...

Although the three had not yet moved, the intense air currents on the field were already causing the ice wall in front of Cang Jue and the others, which already had some cracks, to have those cracks extend further under the impact of the sweeping air waves, threatening to shatter.

"Fall back!" Cang Jue did not hesitate to pull Mapeier and Old Wang back. She could have assisted in the previous battles, but at this level, it was definitely not something she could participate in.

At this moment, everyone understood why Hei Wukai and Long Feixue had no interest in the earlier fights, let alone things like tokens. Their realms and heights were simply not on the same level.

"Heh heh heh heh!" Nagaraja actually laughed. Even though it had abandoned reason to enhance its power, at least it knew that these two guys in front of it definitely had the most delicious hearts! It could even directly hear the powerful and vigorous heartbeats of the two at this moment.

Its soul power suddenly burst out, black air currents swirling madly around its body like a black tornado, its aura overwhelming.

On its sides, Hei Wukai slightly crouched, his soul power erupting, the black flames on his body instantly surging, rising three to four meters high; Long Feixue swung his Heavenly Sword, his eyes like small suns bursting with blazing white light that filled the entire field.

Three auras erupted in the open space, with Nagaraja's aura clearly stronger, giving the feeling of being the center of the world, but Hei Wukai and Long Feixue were not far behind, their combined forces enough to contend with it.

Hum hum hum hum, the resonance of soul power instantly filled the entire field!

By now, the surrounding cave walls had already completely collapsed. Apart from the runic seals surrounding the altar, only the dark void and the massive spatial vortex could be seen outside. The entire space was now only the altar platform, about a kilometer in diameter.

And at this moment, this kilometer-diameter floating space began to tremble slightly under the resonance of the three's soul power, constantly shaking. The gravel on the ground seemed to lose its centrifugal force and floated slightly, even Old Wang, Cang Jue, and Mapeier felt their feet lighten, as if the gravity of the entire land was gradually disappearing under the influence of the three's auras!

"Extreme power can change the rules to a certain extent. This space is too small for these three!" Old Wang's eyes gleamed slightly. This was the highest level duel he had seen since coming to the Nine Heavens World. Hei Wukai was hiding much deeper than he had imagined, practically leaving almost everyone in the Holy Sanctuary far behind! That Long Feixue was also fierce, wow, he seemed quite approachable and martial-arts obsessed, seems like my type too. Should I try to hook up after the fight? Add him as a friend, get familiar... More friends, easier paths!

Roar!

The berserk Nagaraja took the initiative to attack first. It suddenly leaped up, its mouth opening wide, black air currents wildly surging out, instantly turning into strands of black threads!

Eight spider legs along with four arms, crisscrossed and pulled in the air in a dazzling manner. Thousands of black spider threads, each perfectly controlled, now shot towards Long Feixue and Hei Wukai like black needles, overwhelming and dense, gathered into strands, numbering in the thousands!

Whoosh whoosh! Bang bang bang bang...

A black and a white figure simultaneously disappeared from their spots, the flying black spider threads missing their targets, instantly piercing the hard ground into a honeycomb!

Mapeier and Cang Jue both felt their vision blur slightly, unable to keep up with the movement speed of Hei Wukai and Long Feixue, but Old Wang directly looked up towards the mid-air.

In mid-air, Hei Wukai's robe sleeve flicked, and the black flames surging from his body instantly transformed into over a hundred figures in the air, each identical to Hei Wukai, each holding a Yecha Wolf Fang Sword.

The hundred figures spun slightly in the air, then swiftly shot towards Naga Luo, maneuvering left and right with extreme agility, their movements entirely out of sync, as if there were truly a hundred Hei Wukais.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Ghost Yecha — Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!

Meanwhile, in the air on the other side, Long Feixue gripped her sword with both hands, the Heavenly Sword standing straight before her. The small sun-like light in her eyes suddenly surged, and the blinding white light enveloped her entire body along with the Heavenly Sword, transforming into a blazing white giant sword.

Swoosh!

Unity of Heaven and Man—Slaying Demons and Monsters.

A Sword Soaring Towards Immortality!

Terrifying killing moves instantly came from both sides, the black currents around Naga Luo grew more intense, and its movements did not stop, its four arms and eight legs frantically thrashing.