Chapter 50: Your Excellency is Very Clever

Clad in a black robe, a large section of Zhang Peng's chest was torn away.

Blood flowed down his shoulder, dripping and seeping from his cuff, staining a large patch of the lawn.

"A level 91 guy dares to spy on me; he truly overestimates his own abilities."

Zhang Peng kicked out, and the bloodied, mangled, and incredibly sturdy-looking corpse at his feet rolled seven or eight times on the ground, flying over ten meters away.

"Hoo—hoo—"

Zhang Peng panted heavily, retreating a few steps to get away from the bloodstain.

He sat down on the ground with a thud.

"That guy Abomination, why would he come to the Star Luo Empire? Only the Cult Master and Wuyun knew that I came to Star Luo."

Zhang Peng could not fathom it.

He had used Jin Chan Tuo Qiao twice, one of which was to dodge Shrek's Yan Shaozhe to avoid a conflict with him.

Added to the battle with those two Titled Douluo from Star Luo, he had less than twenty percent of his soul power left; recovering his soul power and relocating was the priority.

Zhang Peng closed his eyes to meditate, and faint Heaven and Earth Qi gathered toward his body.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed.

He stood up with a "swish," his gaze cold and sharp as he scanned his surroundings.

An inexplicable sense of crisis made Zhang Peng tense up instantly.

"Who is it? Come out."

The sound of "da, da, da" footsteps rang out.

Zhang Peng stared fixedly at a giant tree thirty meters away.

A white-haired, graceful figure stood there silently, her soul power fluctuations thick and heavy; even Zhang Peng, at level 96, felt a trace of heart palpitations.

White hair, green clothes, and a familiar face.

"Wang Xian'er!"

Zhang Peng's black pupils dilated sharply, and his voice turned shrill in that moment.

Behind Wang Xian'er, the silhouette belonging to the Healing Angel was filled with the aura of life, but the wings had long since been stained a purplish-black.

The most terrifying thing was the horrific aura radiating from the martial soul and Wang Xian'er herself.

"Level 97 Titled Douluo."

Inducing Wang Xian'er to fall, and now she had broken through—could anything be more absurd than this?

The feeling Wang Xian'er gave him now was no longer that of a pure Healing Spirit Master.

The aura of death was almost spreading out; it was likely that every move and stance possessed the capabilities of a Battle Spirit Master.

If he were in his prime, Zhang Peng would still be confident in putting up a fight to secure a chance at survival.

But now, with less than twenty percent of his soul power, facing a level 97 Battle Spirit Master who appeared to be near her peak state...

Even if Zhang Peng prided himself on his formidable strength, there was no way he could win by just throwing his life at it.

"Are you here to kill me?"

Zhang Peng's voice was bitter.

"Junior, thanks to you, I had to leave the Star Luo Empire."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Peng, not knowing if it was mockery or a "break the jar" attitude, pulled out a smile: "Then I truly congratulate Senior Wang on regaining her freedom, and her strength has even advanced a step further."

"Hmph!"

Wang Xian'er's expression was indifferent.

The next moment, her figure vanished from where she stood.

Zhang Peng's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously tried to circulate his soul power, but his breathing became obstructed at this moment.

Wang Xian'er gripped Zhang Peng's neck with one hand and lifted him up lightly.

"Competing in speed with an Angel Martial Soul, don't you think you are overestimating your own abilities?"

"Cough, cough~" Zhang Peng coughed twice, struggling to force out a voice, "Gaining such strength, you should thank me, shouldn't you?"

The soul power he had tried to circulate was forcibly interrupted by Wang Xian'er's Death Attribute soul power; that surging energy was undoubtedly level 97.

"A brat who only knows how to use his tongue." Wang Xian'er tossed him aside, and Zhang Peng landed several meters away.

"It is not I who wants to see you; someone else wants to see you."

"See me?" Zhang Peng coughed again, reaching out to smooth his windpipe to catch his breath.

"Who has the capability to invite a level 97 Titled Douluo like you? Also, your personality does not seem to have been affected much by the martial soul mutation."

As the Sixth Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhang Peng often did the bare minimum, but he knew quite a bit about martial soul corruption; for an Evil Soul Master, martial soul corruption had the greatest impact on personality.

The Wang Xian'er before him, with her aura of life and death intertwined, did not seem to be greatly affected.

"It is me, Lord Zhang Peng."

The abrupt voice interrupted Zhang Peng's train of thought, and he looked toward the source of the sound.

A young girl with purple hair and a purple dress was already standing at Wang Xian'er's side.

"When!"

Zhang Peng was startled; clearly, the way the girl appeared, bypassing his perception, caught him completely off guard.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Xiadie."

"I presume you have heard others call me that before, Lord."

Zhang Peng scrutinized Xiadie, looking her up and down as if he had seen some peerless treasure.

Suddenly, he burst into loud laughter: "Hahahaha, so that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

"The ultimate Death Domain of Senior Wang and Huang Jinxu all originated from you."

Even if a matter is unbelievable, once you eliminate all impossibilities, then even if you are unwilling to believe it, it will be the truth.

That's true, the Level 9 Soul Guidance Device shields the outside world, yet Huang Jinxu and Wang Xian'er ended up with two additional Extreme Attribute Domains.

Wang Xian'er could be set aside, but it was clearly impossible for Huang Jinxu to possess an Extreme Death Attribute Domain.

Thinking back to the battle within the barrier, Wang Xian'er had placed great importance on Xiadie.

That importance did not stem from an elder toward a junior, but rather from viewing her as a peer.

It had felt strange watching it at the time, but I just didn't think much of it; now, everything is clear.

Zhang Peng's gaze swept back and forth between Wang Xian'er and Xiadie.

"It's you, isn't it? It's definitely you."

"For Senior Wang to be able to break through to level 97, and for her personality to remain almost completely unaffected—to be able to accomplish such a thing, only an existence capable of using the Extreme Death Domain to such a masterful degree could do it."

"It is you, Xiadie." Zhang Peng said decisively, his tone devoid of any contempt.

"You are very clever, Excellency." Xiadie stood quietly, her voice calm.

As the words fell, energy spread outward in a ring, centered on Xiadie herself.

The original lawn began to change, and blue-purple flowers emerged one by one.

Gradually, they formed patches of flower fields.

Ten meters... twenty meters, until it finally stopped at fifty meters.

At the same time, on Xiadie's body.

A purple ring rose from beneath her feet, circling her quietly.

"A thousand-year Spirit Ring." Zhang Peng was slightly surprised, yet the next moment, his voice suddenly went dull.

A touch of blood-red stained the Flower Sea, and the blue-purple flower fields were entwined with an eerie red.

That deep red circle had two gold patterns on the red Spirit Ring, looking just like inconspicuous decorations on the ring.

"A... a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring?"

"No, that's not right." Zhang Peng realized, his voice stunned, "This is a Beast Spirit Ring!?"

For every hundred thousand years, a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring gains an additional gold pattern similar to an engraved inscription.

People have obtained Beast Spirit Rings over the millennia, and it was only then that this point was noticed and summarized.

"Ho... how is that possible!" Zhang Peng muttered, as if he had lost his mind.

A mere two-ring Great Soul Master, with a Spirit Ring from a beast of at least two hundred thousand years.

A beast sacrifice?

Don't talk nonsense; beasts are incredibly arrogant.

They aren't like those shapeshifted Spirit Beasts that get tricked and lose their way; wanting to make a beast sacrifice is countless times harder than killing one.

Zhang Peng's thousands of words converged into a single trembling voice: "How did you do it?"