Chapter 59: Mid‑Journey Ambush

When heading to the Spirit Hall ruins this time, Bosabei had already informed the golden crocodile and the Demon Subduer, and did not revive Light Feather Douluo immediately, after all he no longer had a Six-winged Angel.

When they see his martial soul, they might shoot him dead on the spot.

The distance from Shilaike City to Tiandou City isn't far; after two days of continuous travel, they were almost there.

Looking at the forest ahead, Bosabei stretched his back; once they passed this forest, they would reach Tiandou City.

But for some reason, the silence now was a bit frightening.

Logically, both Shilaike City and Tiandou City would have traveling merchants, and the road from Shilaike City to Tiandou City is certainly the shortest right now.

It was noon, making it even less likely that anyone was absent.

Bosabei squinted, didn't step into the forest immediately, but observed the surroundings, missing no rustle of wind or grass.

Suddenly, a flash of black sprang from the right‑hand thicket, followed by countless silhouettes flying in from all directions.

These people were wrapped head to toe in black cloth, with only a pair of eyes exposed, flashing with murderous intent.

Bosabei instinctively stepped back a pace, his gaze keenly appraising the surrounding black‑clad men.

"Who are you?"

But the black‑clad men didn't bother with idle talk; they spat out four words: "No talk, just listen."

Immediately, seven perfectly matched soul rings appeared at his feet, and a dark‑green Xuanming Shield materialized on his right hand.

The others were the same, except their soul power was slightly lower—around the level of a Soul King, with a few Soul Emperors.

"So they're from the Xuanming Sect," Bosabei said, raising an eyebrow at the familiar martial soul. Suddenly, as if he'd seen something unbelievable, he pointed to a spot nearby: "Xu Sanshi! You actually dared to come in person!"

After speaking, the Sea God Martial Soul instantly possessed him; he grasped a blue‑gold trident, which he swung rapidly, layers of golden light continuously converging at the trident's tip.

"Young master?" The crowd was startled, turned back, and saw no Xu Sanshi at all—there was literally nobody there.

Realizing they'd been tricked, everyone became angry and embarrassed, whirled around, only to see countless auras darting straight at their faces, too close to dodge.

Bosabei showed no hesitation; behind him four pairs of blue‑gold wings, resembling flowing water, unfolded.

Sea God Eight Wings!

The Sea God Eight Wings fluttered rapidly, vanishing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Only the Xuanming Sect members were left staring at each other wide‑eyed.

"So… they just ran away?"

"We've all restrained ourselves; shouldn't we have fought?"

And their confusion was destined to remain unexplained.

"Keep chasing! That kid can't run far!" the leading black‑clad man shouted angrily.

…

After flying for several minutes in one breath, Bosabei finally exhaled.

What a joke—didn't they see a Soul Saint, several Soul Kings and Soul Emperors?

He's not a fool; how could he try to meet force with force?

But he didn't expect Xu Sanshi to play the assassination game with him; it probably failed, yet it was still infuriating.

A grudge left unrepaid isn't gentlemanly; after meeting the golden crocodile and the Demon Subduer, he must torture them!

However, just as he caught his breath, a sparse sound echoed from afar.

The next second.

Again, the dozens of black‑clad men from before surrounded Bosabei.

Unexpectedly, although the Xuanming Turtle moved slowly, their soul power levels were far higher than Bosabei's.

Thus the speed gap would soon be made up.

"Kid, this time you can't escape with your wings!" the black‑clad leader roared with a cruel laugh, his gaze at Bosabei like that of a predator eyeing a chick.

But contrary to his expectation, Bosabei showed no fear, only a mocking grin.

This left him completely baffled.

"Something's off, extremely off—twelve out of ten—how is this kid not scared at all?" The calmer Bosabei appeared, the more uneasy he became.

"Enough, we charge!" he shouted, and the others also raised their Xuanming Shields, rushing toward Bosabei.

At that critical moment, the sky burst with golden light, and a roar sounding like a dragon and a tiger echoed from the golden heavens, deafening.

A tail as big as a small hill slammed down fiercely.

Besides the tightly packed golden scales, the tail was covered with sharp spines.

When the tail struck, everyone hurried to unleash their strongest soul skills; the leading black‑clad man even transformed into a massive ink‑green turtle.

All raised their Xuanming Shields, pouring out soul power, eventually forming a larger light shield above their heads.

"Boom—!!"

The golden tail collided with the light shield, emitting a series of booming sounds, endless like explosions.

The resulting shockwave caused the surrounding trees to topple rapidly.

However, the golden tail faced no resistance; the light shield made of dozens of people was as thin as paper, cracking into countless fissures after a few seconds.

"Crack—!"

Immediately, it shattered with a roar, and the tail slammed heavily onto the ground, a "boom" that crushed everyone beneath it.

Bosabei could tell just by his gut that those people were probably flattened into meat pies.

Soon the golden light faded, the golden tail vanished, leaving only a puddle of red and white on the ground.

The golden crocodile and the Demon Subduer descended from the sky, and Su Yun Tian returned to his original form.

"Young master," the two bowed and clasped fists respectfully, and said.

Su Yun Tian nodded, pulling out the previously obtained revival card of Light Feather Douluo.

Seeing the card bearing Light Feather Douluo's image, the two exchanged a glance, already guessing what Su Yun Tian intended to do.

Sure enough, Su Yun Tian said nothing, black soul power kept flowing into it, and the card suddenly lifted into the air.

"Hum…" thin golden flashes lit up, then countless golden threads suddenly came from the sky, wrapping the card like a cocoon.

A moment later, the golden threads dispersed, revealing a human silhouette.

At a glance, they seemed just over twenty, with long silver hair hanging behind the head, skin even finer than a woman's, a handsome face, a layer of blue ice covering the right side of the face, making it hard to tell gender for a moment.

Guangling Douluo blinked, then looked down at his hands, feeling bewildered.

"Am I not dead?" Though his age was nearing a hundred, his voice was as crisp as a youth's.

"Elder Five." At that moment, a rugged voice from Jin E Douluo sounded, and Guangling Douluo instinctively turned his head, discovering his second brother and seventh junior brother were also there!

For a moment, the corner of his eye became moist.

"Second brother, seventh junior brother, where are we? Aren't we dead?"

Jin E and Jiang Mo exchanged a glance, sighed, and told Guangling Douluo about Qian Renxue's matter and this era.

(End of chapter)