Chapter 65: Xiadie's Shocking Strike

Feng Ling stretched out her fair palm, her fingertips about to touch Zhang Peng's body.

"That won't do."

A verdant green barrier rose up in front of Zhang Peng.

Feng Ling's expression shifted slightly; purple-black flames coiled around the fingers that touched the barrier.

"Hum."

The barrier constructed of life energy came into contact with the purple-black flames coiled around Feng Ling's fingers, and the barrier rapidly wore away Feng Ling's flames.

Feng Ling retreated several steps.

She had just felt the evil fire in her palm being purified and dissolved, as if a river of water had been poured into a brazier in an instant.

Feng Ling steadied herself.

At this moment, two people, one tall and one short, appeared abruptly beside Zhang Peng.

"Who are you people?"

Xiadie was dressed in a purple gown, her silver-purple hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, and she held a long-handled scythe as tall as herself in her hand; beside her, Wang Xian'er was dressed in a plain white gown.

The colors of the plain martial soul rings were yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, which was far inferior to Feng Ling's purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red.

But the pressure belonging to a peak Level 97 Titled Douluo made Feng Ling not dare to be careless.

The fact that both life and death energy existed simultaneously on Wang Xian'er made her feel even more incredible.

"Vice Sect Master!"

"It's them!"

"The two people I mentioned to you—the reason Zhang Peng would betray us is all because of them!"

Wu Yun let out a roaring sound, pointing his finger at Xiadie and Wang Xian'er inside the life barrier.

"What!" Feng Ling's heart shook violently, and a mental storm swept through her mind.

A Death Attribute purer than that of her own husband, Zhongli Wu, and an angel Soul Master possessing both Death and Life Attributes.

That's right, it was them.

Feng Ling was horrified, yet Xiadie did not look at her once.

Xiadie's gaze swept toward Zhang Peng, who was showing signs of fainting but was still stubbornly trying to speak.

"He is too heavily injured, let's take him back first!"

Xiadie raised the Death Scythe in her hand, and the blade of the scythe gently swept across the empty space.

Relying on her understanding of the Life Attribute, even within the barrier, Xiadie could connect to space.

"Chi."

Space was torn apart like cloth, and a purple rift over two meters high slowly opened.

"Tearing space, are you a Limit Douluo?" Feng Ling's pupils contracted, and her voice even began to tremble.

Aside from space-type Soul Masters, only powerhouses who have reached the level of Limit Douluo can tear space so casually.

"No—" Feng Ling noticed the Flower Sea at Xiadie's feet, a domain constructed of Death Elements that was almost in balance with life.

It was indeed a domain at the Titled Douluo level, but it could absolutely not have reached the Limit level.

As the wife of Zhongli Wu, her mother-in-law was the Level 99 Ye Xishui, and there was also that Senior Long Xiaoyao, who was also a Limit Douluo and acted like a sycophant.

She had felt the vast soul power pressure of a Limit Douluo at close range, and it felt completely different from the feeling the little shorty in front of her gave her.

This girl is not a Limit Douluo; there is a problem, there is definitely a problem here.

Wang Xian'er used soul power to lift the heavily injured Zhang Peng, intending to send him into the space rift Xiadie had opened.

"Leave him for me!" Seeing the other party was about to send Zhang Peng away, Feng Ling became anxious.

This was a Level 96 Titled Douluo's martial soul, which was also a great tonic for her.

The hundred-thousand-year Ninth Soul Ring lit up, staining the forest with threads of blood red, making the Evil Phoenix martial soul appear even more evil.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

A mental storm swept out; it was a terrifying attack sufficient to severely damage the soul of a Super Douluo.

The gate to becoming a god can be seen after breaking through Level 97, and as one's understanding of their martial soul deepens, using soul skills at this moment is no longer confined to any single move or style.

The dark purple Evil Phoenix phantom spread to the life barrier Wang Xian'er had cast.

There was no explosive sound of collision; it passed directly through the life barrier Wang Xian'er had constructed.

The impact on Wang Xian'er's Spirit Sea that Feng Ling had anticipated did not arrive; instead, her Ninth Soul Skill was uncontrollably drawn toward another place.

Xiadie curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

The next second.

Feng Ling's body stiffened abruptly.

It was as if something far more terrifying than her had opened its eyes deep within her mental world.

"Ah!!!"

A shrill scream resounded through the Xiemo Senlin; this sharp sound startled Wu Yun, who was watching the show, and he subconsciously looked toward Feng Ling.

Only to see Feng Ling clutching her head with both hands, kneeling heavily on the ground, with blood continuously flowing down from her ears and nostrils.

Her whole body let out painful wails, and she kept twitching all over.

"Vice—Vice Sect Master!"

Wu Yun was dumbfounded.

What happened, what on earth happened?

Feng Ling gasped for air; the pendant on her chest was originally a Level 9 trigger-type Soul Guidance Device for mental defense.

At this moment, that pendant was covered in dense cracks.

After sending Zhang Peng into the space rift, Wang Xian'er noticed Xiadie's signal and immediately understood.

Her emerald green eyes swept across Wuyun, a trace of coldness flashing across her face.

Purple and green orbs of light converged, the elements of life and death released from her hands simultaneously.

The moment they left her palms, the two orbs of light flew toward Wuyun Titled Douluo.

An extreme sense of crisis made Wuyun Titled Douluo react, but in the end, he was a step too slow.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Avatar!"

Before the Martial Soul Avatar could be fully activated, his surging soul power had not yet stabilized its structure.

Wuyun's body was then firmly locked in place by Wang Xian'er's Life and Death Intertwining.

Rays of life and death pulsed incessantly within the space of Life and Death Intertwining, piercing through Wuyun's body.

In an instant, the 95th Level Titled Douluo Wuyun was disintegrated by the soul power of life and death.

Seventh Elder Wuyun.

Fallen!

Wang Xian'er's gaze fell upon Feng Ling, and just as she was about to act, Xiadie shook her head gently.

"Let's go, we have no intention of becoming enemies with the Holy Spirit Cult," Xiadie said in a calm voice.

Wang Xian'er fell silent and withdrew her gaze; the two stepped forward together into the spatial rift.

Before leaving, Xiadie glanced at a spot half a meter to the side of Feng Ling.

The purple rift slowly closed, and the entire forest returned to dead silence.

A few seconds later, the air beside Feng Ling suddenly distorted slightly, and a figure that had been hidden for a long time slowly stepped out.

The man was dressed in a black robe, holding a scepter in his right hand; a cold, sinister expression appeared on his pale face—he was none other than the Holy Spirit Cult leader, Zhongli Wu.

A 98th Level Peak Douluo whose strength was peerless on the continent, only one step away from being a Limit Douluo.

After he stepped out, his mood was far from as calm as he appeared; a 9th-class Mental Defense Soul Guidance Device worn on his chest was covered in dense cracks.

As he took a step, the cracked Soul Guidance Device finally could not withstand the pressure, turning into fragments and falling to the ground.

"Cling, clang."

The sound was exceptionally jarring; Feng Ling lifted her head with difficulty.

"Hus—husband."

Zhongli Wu did not answer, only staring fixedly at the spatial rift that had already vanished.

After a long while, he helped Feng Ling up: "Let's go back and tend to your injuries first."

"I will inform Long Qianbei and the Supreme Sect Master about those two, and let them make the decision."

Zhongli Wu did not know that at this moment, Long Xiaoyao was in the Huang Gong of Mingdu.

Long Xiaoyao, Kong Deming, and the Sun Moon Emperor were discussing something in the great hall of the Mingdu Huang Gong, exchanging words one after another.

And Jing Hongchen also happened to be holding his exclusive token, having been let in by the guards.