Chapter 22

Wu Qi stood still, his body as straight as a pine, his face showing a calm expression.

"This little trick is a bit too base, isn't it!"

No one would have expected that bandits would appear on the official road leading to Tiandou City.

After all, according to common sense, the closer one is to a large city, the better the public security.

It is no wonder that the merchants who came here to rest would easily fall for it.

"Big sister, let me handle it; this brat is only a Soul Elder," a large man said with his head held high.

So what if they were discovered? Wu Qi was only one person and merely a low-level Soul Elder; could he escape from their grasp?

To them, Wu Qi standing out at this moment only proved he had some intelligence, but the outcome was fixed.

"No, no, no." The leading woman licked the sharp blade in her hand. "Such a handsome young man is truly rare; I really want to catch him in my palm and train him well."

As she spoke, she stepped forward a few paces. "Little brother, obediently let sister cripple your cultivation, and in the future, sister will dote on you well."

Wu Qi asked back indifferently, "So, I don't have to die?"

He admitted that this woman had some beauty, but her behavior was like a wolf or a tiger, which was truly repulsive.

The leading woman did not deny it, the raging fire in her heart becoming unbearable; looking at Wu Qi's face, she actually appeared infatuated.

Wu Qi suddenly revealed a hint of a smile. "It's a pity, you don't want to kill me, but I want to kill you."

"Do it!"

The leading woman and the group of men were startled, their gazes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

One minute later, what they waited for first was not an enemy attack, but the complaining voice of Qiangu Changkong, "Brother Wu, your medicine isn't working; they still haven't woken up!"

Wu Qi's expression stiffened.

Could it be that this detoxifying powder was fake, and Yue Guan had deliberately taken him for a fool?

Before he could think more, a pair of large hands grabbed his lower leg. "Little friend, thank you."

Well, it turned out this group of guys was just pretending to be asleep.

Several middle-aged men stood up, their soul rings revealed one after another.

One Soul King, three High-level Soul Ancestors!

These four were the guards for their respective merchant caravans; if not for the detoxifying powder taking effect, they would have been killed in their sleep!

The leading woman was shocked, her face gradually becoming ferocious. "What did you do? Why is the Tendon-Twisting and Bone-Breaking Powder not working!"

Wu Qi was calm on the surface, but he could not help but feel fortunate in his heart.

He had no research into medicine, only knowing that the raw materials for the detoxifying powder were expensive and that Chrysanthemum Douluo held it in high regard.

A middle-aged man snorted coldly: "Daring to kill and rob on the official road, it seems you don't take the majesty of the Heaven Dou Empire seriously!"

"Rest assured, the Heaven Dou Empire won't catch you; we will surely eliminate you first."

After these words, several guards activated their soul skills and began to brawl with the bandits.

Wu Qi grabbed Qiangu Changkong and escaped the inn amidst the chaos.

"Brother Wu, go help them!" Qiangu Changkong was anxious.

"Don't be too hot-headed, let's go first!" Wu Qi frowned.

Joining the chaotic battle—was he tired of living?

One had to know that their soul power levels were at the bottom of the barrel among that group.

This was not training, but a real life-and-death struggle; why put oneself in danger when there was a chance to escape?

Wu Qi had no time to explain these words, only blindly pulling Qiangu Changkong away.

They wanted to leave, but someone did not want to let them escape.

Sensing the change in the airflow beside him, Wu Qi pushed Qiangu Changkong away while dodging to the side.

An invisible arrow, wrapped in the sound of breaking wind, grazed past him.

A bow-and-arrow type martial soul!

Wu Qi's heart tightened.

He knew this type of martial soul all too well.

In the years at Wuhun Cheng, he had often been "caught" by Ghost Douluo to practice his reaction speed.

Bow-and-arrow type martial souls are classified as Agility Attack System Spirit Masters; these spirit masters' close-quarters combat ability is far weaker than other battle spirit masters of the same level. Therefore, relying on their speed advantage, they almost shoot an arrow and change locations.

Encountering them in the wild is extremely troublesome!

Having practiced with Ghost Douluo many times, Wu Qi had never once caught the opponent's main body.

However, the strength of the person sneaking in the dark was far weaker than Ghost Douluo; it was not impossible to find the opponent's location!

"Changkong, draw their fire!" Wu Qi shouted.

Qiangu Changkong had some complaints in his heart, but he was very honest in his actions.

The Coiling Dragon Staff martial soul spun in his hands, while his body performed irregular dodging movements.

Whoosh~

Another invisible arrow shot over, and Wu Qi shot out a Feather Blade to block it for him.

At the same time, Wu Qi noted the direction from which the sword intent came in his heart.

As arrow after arrow was shot, based on the direction of the movement, he roughly calculated the opponent's location.

The Crane Cloud Wing and Luan Wing overlapped, the speed becoming unimaginably fast!

In the distance, Wang Qing's expression changed drastically. "A mere Soul Elder, yet he can find my location."

He was a Soul King, after all; to satisfy his own twisted hobbies, he often broke his prey's mentality first before delivering a fatal blow.

If he had attacked with full force from the beginning, the two of them would surely have died. Now that his position was exposed, facing an Agility Attack System battle Soul Elder, he could not help but feel a bit guilty.

Close-quarters combat was not his strong suit, and would a Soul Elder who could find his location be an ordinary Soul Elder?

A white Soul Ring flickered beneath Wang Qing's feet, "First Soul Skill, Shining Arrow."

He drew his bow to a full moon, and the arrow whistled out, exploding into a dazzling light in mid-air.

Seeing Wu Qi approaching step by step with no one coming to support him, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn Chen Fang, what the hell are you guys doing?"

The distance was too great; he only knew a battle was happening inside the inn, but he did not know the state of the fight.

"Wind Control Flying Blade!"

Feather Blades filled the sky like iron horses trampling across a wasteland, striking rapidly with a terrifying momentum.

Wang Qing dared not be careless, "Fourth Soul Skill, Ice-Sealing Arrow."

He shot the arrow into the ground, and the temperature within a twenty-meter radius plummeted suddenly, as water droplets in the air condensed into a solid ice wall before him!

Clang! Clang!

The Feather Blades struck the ice wall, kicking up a sky full of ice crystals.

Seeing the ice wall about to shatter, Wang Qing greased his feet and retreated rapidly.

"Damn it, what kind of Soul Elder is this? His attack power doesn't even lose to a low-level Soul Ancestor!"

At the same time, he understood in his heart that a youth possessing such strength must come from some major power.

Once the opponent escaped, the only thing awaiting their mountain stronghold would be a dead end.

While retreating, he did not forget to fire cold arrows.

Wu Qi was extremely sensitive to air currents; as long as he did not rashly advance, ordinary arrows could not threaten him.

At the same time, high in the sky.

Wu Qi and Qiangu Changkong were key subjects cultivated by the Consecration Hall; it would be no exaggeration to call them the successors of the Consecrators.

When the two went out, how could they not have experts following them?

The Golden Eagle Spirit Douluo watched the scene before him, feeling inevitably absurd and heart-stricken.

A Soul Elder relentlessly pursuing and attacking a Soul King—was this still the Soul Master World he knew?

Even if Wang Qing's close-quarters combat ability was weak, he was still a Soul King; how could he be afraid of a Soul Elder?

As a Spirit Douluo, how could Golden Eagle not understand the reason behind it?

It was clear that Wang Qing had been intimidated by Wu Qi's momentum, and at the same time, the latter displayed astonishing reaction speed and attack power, making him afraid to easily clash head-on.

It was just that he was unwilling to believe that a Soul Elder's calm mindset in battle could actually rival a Soul Emperor!

(End of chapter)