Chapter 176 Death Camp, Skeleton Evil Soul Emperor.
Looking at the bizarre figure emerging from the ground, its form resembling a reincarnated skeleton, Wu Xuan rubbed his eyes.
"Old man, you're quite...unique."
"Little beast, you've chosen the path to hell, not heaven. It's too late for anything now. The elders have given the order: whoever discovers the secret underground must die." The skeleton's voice was hoarse.
Evil Soul Masters possess evil abilities, and most of them have their appearances distorted beyond recognition due to the evil power of their Martial Souls, which is why they are ugly.
"Kill me? With your half-dead body? Do you think you can?" Wu Xuan sneered.
"Heh heh! I'm enough." As soon as the strange laughter subsided, six soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—rose terrifyingly beneath the skeleton's feet. A pale skeleton, two or three times larger than the skeleton, appeared behind it. This skeleton was actually a Soul Emperor, just like him.
The man before him, whose form resembled a skeleton, possessed a skeletal spirit.
"Heh heh! You little beast, scared out of your wits? I'll torture you properly later, crushing every single bone in your body."
"Crush every single bone in your body, what a wonderful idea!" Wu Xuan's eyes gleamed coldly.
The skeletal figure ignored Wu Xuan's words, instead staring intently at his body. "Little beast, I've just realized, your bones seem even more tempting than those of ordinary soul masters."
"Tsk tsk! No wonder you're a good watchdog. Even after taking this wild path of cultivation, you only dare to choose bones. How is this how your dog master treats you? No one else has fallen this low among evil soul masters." Wu Xuan mocked.
"Ah~ Die!" The skeletal man trembled with rage, his hoarse, evil voice roaring. A ferocious bone claw lashed out at Wu Xuan.
"You dare to challenge me?" Wu Xuan sneered, releasing his wind element martial soul in the next instant. A terrifying hurricane instantly sent the skeleton man flying backward.
Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Red!
Six incomparably terrifying auras pressed down on the skeleton man, causing him to tremble.
"A hundred thousand-year soul ring? Impossible! Don't even think about scaring me!" the skeleton man roared, his voice becoming shrill.
"Fifth Soul Skill, White Bone Armor!"
As the fifth soul ring rose, the skeleton man's body was enveloped in a pale white aura, instantly transforming into armor composed of bones.
Before the skeleton man could launch an attack, Wu Xuan's raised left foot had already kicked out from a distance. A verdant whirlwind directly crashed into the skeleton man.
Wind God Wyvern External Soul Bone—Shadow Rift Whirlwind!
This foot bone was no longer the original thousand-year soul bone; its quality had long since reached ten thousand years.
A ten-thousand-year soul bone! The power of the Shadow Rift Whirlwind finally revealed its true form.
But the moment it made contact with the whirlwind, the thick bone armor on the skeleton man's body was shredded into fragments.
Wu Xuan waved his hand, and a wind blade that pierced through the air directly severed the man's right leg. With a painful scream, the man crashed into a nearby embankment.
Wu Xuan slowly stepped forward, his words chillingly cold: "Is this all the strength you have? Didn't you say you'd crush my bones? Come on!"
"Sixth Soul Skill, Spirit of Bones!" Veins bulged on the skeleton man's forehead, and with a roar, vast swaths of eerie, pale light shone onto the ground.
One after another, protrusions shot out from the ground; Wu Xuan clearly saw that these were piles of white bones deep underground. The next moment, countless bones formed swarms of skeleton soldiers, instantly filling the valley.
The killing intent in Wu Xuan's eyes intensified; each skeleton represented a living life. So many skeletons here—how many people had died? It wouldn't be unjust to say that the evil soul master deserved to die.
"Old beast! No matter how many minions you summon, they're still just minions. Today, I've taken your life. Even a Title Douluo wouldn't be able to stop you, I said it."
Without a reply, Wu Xuan was met with an unstoppable wave of skeletons.
"Third Soul Skill, Jade Wind!"
With a swirling azure wind in Wu Xuan's palm, a deep cyan axe materialized once more.
A single sweep of the axe shattered a large swarm of skeleton soldiers into dust.
Wu Xuan charged left and right, routing the skeleton soldiers completely. Even the most fearless were forced into open battle by Wu Xuan's attacks.
"Something's not right. Where's that guy?" Wu Xuan's eyes turned cold. These skeleton soldiers were completely disorganized, charging around like headless flies—what use were they?
His mental energy enveloped the entire area, and the next moment Wu Xuan cursed. "Wow! Aren't evil soul masters supposed to be treacherous, ruthless, and bloodthirsty? How could this one be so useless, running away after just one exchange?"
The great axe vanished like a gust of wind, and with a flick of Wu Xuan's fingers, a burst of azure flames erupted, sweeping directly towards the skeleton army within the valley.
Without hesitation, Wu Xuan activated his aura perception, locked onto his target, and immediately hoisted his flying soul tool to pursue the skeleton man.
This evil soul master's sixth soul skill transformed ordinary bones into a skeleton army of level ten soul power soldiers. Soul masters could easily deal with them, but ordinary soldiers would be a different story. Wu Xuan felt that even two fully armed elite soldiers might not be able to defeat a skeleton soldier who was fearless and impervious to pain.
Based on this soul skill alone, Wu Xuan couldn't let this evil soul master go. If the Sun Moon Empire were to go to war in the future, this skeleton man's role would be even greater than that of a titled Douluo evil soul master.
The skeleton man used his soul power to form his right leg, bursting out of the valley and running for his life, cursing as he went. "Damn you little beast, once I've contacted the two elders, I'll skin you alive, devour every bone in your body, and then have them refine your soul into a vengeful spirit, tormenting you to death!"
Unfortunately, his imagination was far from beautiful.
The next moment, a black shadow suddenly flew over the skeleton man's head. Before the skeleton man could even look up, Wu Xuan leaped down from the air, kicking the fleeing skeleton man to the ground.
"Bang!" "Crack!"
A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and the skeleton man flew backward, embedding himself in the ground ten meters away.
"Spare me! My lord, spare me! Those dead corpses have nothing to do with me! I've never killed anyone! Those civilians were the work of the two elders of the Holy Church!" The skeleton man scrambled to his feet, kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Where are the two elders you speak of? Tell me and I might consider sparing your life."
"I truly don't know. I've only been in the Holy Cult for a few months, and I was immediately assigned here to cultivate in seclusion. How could the two elders possibly tell me everything?" The skeleton man kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Then there's no use keeping you alive. Die." Wu Xuan made a gesture with one hand, and in the next moment, dozens of wind blades surrounded the skeleton man.
"I have news, my lord, I have news! A few months ago, an elder gave me a map with the largest branch of our Holy Cult on it!" The skeleton man shouted, then pulled a yellowed map from his waist.
Wu Xuan waved his hand, directly snatching the map from the man's hand.
"The branch you speak of is in the Sun Moon Empire, and near Mingdu. You're not lying to me, are you?" Wu Xuan coldly glanced at the skeleton man.
"Injustice! My lord, my life is in your hands now, how could I dare to deceive you?" The skeleton man revealed an expression more like a grimace.
"I know you wouldn't dare!" Wu Xuan sneered, putting the yellowed map in his hand into his storage soul tool.
"Yes, yes, yes! How could a nobody like me dare to deceive you, sir? Please, sir, spare my life." The skeleton man used his hideous appearance to fawn and smile ingratiatingly.
"Spare you?"
"Even if you beg me, I won't let you go."
Wu Xuan waved his hand, and the wind blades surrounding the skeleton man pierced through his body, instantly killing him.
Azure flames burned, and the skeleton man's corpse gradually dissipated into the world.
Suddenly, a very conspicuous black bone came into Wu Xuan's view.
Its surface was smooth, like a piece of top-grade black crystal, and its shape was that of a hand bone.
"Right arm soul bone?" Wu Xuan's eyes lit up, and he flashed forward, immediately picking it up. In the world of Soul Masters, those possessing Soul Bones are extremely rare, one in ten thousand.
This skeletal man, merely a Soul Emperor, actually possessing a Soul Bone—a truly unexpected delight.
After a careful examination, Wu Xuan shook his head.
This Soul Bone was only barely ten thousand years old, its Soul Power fluctuations were weak, and it was merely a common Soul Bone that amplified strength attributes. Neither its quality nor its age was very suitable for his Martial Soul.
Nevertheless, Wu Xuan didn't hesitate to store it in his storage Soul Tool; after all, it was a rare trophy.
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