Chapter 210 We hit it off immediatel.
Old Friends Unwilling to give up, Wu Xuan strode towards Gate Number Two.
Just then, he abruptly stopped, sensing an extremely powerful aura rapidly approaching.
Had the Soul Douluo sent by the Body Sect obtained the 100,000-year-old Soul Beast Embryo? This was Wu Xuan's first thought.
His spiritual power rapidly expanded, and just as Wu Xuan was preparing to launch a sneak attack, he recognized the rapidly approaching figure.
"Damn it, Huo Yuhao!" Enraged, Wu Xuan forcibly withdrew his 100,000-year-old Soul Skill, Annihilation Storm, which was about to unleash. A muffled groan made Wu Xuan's body shudder, and his face paled slightly.
Before Huo Yuhao could react, the furious Wu Xuan rushed out and kicked the sneaky Huo Yuhao, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Ah~!" Huo Yuhao screamed, rolling into the unclosed Gate Number Two, unconscious.
"Who?" A low growl rang out, and a black shadow flashed towards them with astonishing speed. A powerful purple light burst forth instantly, releasing a terrifying pressure.
Two yellow, two purple, and four black spirit rings—eight in optimal proportion—appeared on the opponent, revealing him to be a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.
He possessed exceptionally large arms, which now transformed into massive pincers. He swung one pincer, aiming a grab at Wu Xuan's head.
"Damn it! That son of a bitch Huo Yuhao, always causing me trouble!" Wu Xuan cursed under his breath, flashing close to the ground. A crimson-gold light shield enveloped his entire body, blocking the black-clad man's attack.
"Your spirit tool is pretty advanced, little brat, but you won't have that kind of luck from now on." The black-clad man spoke, his right hand already transforming into a gigantic purple fist, smashing straight at Wu Xuan's chest. The explosive force of that instant caused the entire passageway to feel distorted.
"Brother, we're all here to steal, let's each take what we need, and not bother each other." Under the crimson-gold light shield, Wu Xuan dodged left and right, his heart pounding with anxiety, and for the first time, he even softened his stance. However, the moves he was preparing didn't slow down at all.
"Hand over everything you stole, including your protective soul tool, and I'll let you go." The man in black paused, speaking coldly.
"Then there's nothing to talk about!" Wu Xuan said, his eyes flashing coldly.
"Negotiate? With your strength, you think you can negotiate with me?" The man in black sneered, launching another storm of attacks on Wu Xuan.
Why did Wu Xuan dare to turn against his opponent while preparing his combined compressed soul skill? Because he had something to rely on: a level nine defensive soul tool, Red Dust Protection, which had been attached to his chest muscles since he left Shrek Academy.
Red Dust Protection had two abilities. The first was a triggered defensive ability, the crimson-gold light shield that appeared when Wu Xuan defended against the man in black's attack. That was the symbol of Red Dust Affection being activated. The other is the golden light shield that Wu Xuan is currently activating, an invincible shield for fifteen seconds. It can withstand three times the attack power of his strongest strength.
Although a Soul Douluo with two arms as their Martial Soul has a powerful attack, it is impossible for them to surpass three times Wu Xuan's strength. This is one of the trump cards that allows Wu Xuan to dare to turn against others. Without this level nine Soul Guidance Tool, Wu Xuan would have been killed long ago.
It is precisely because of the protection of the mortal world that Wu Xuan was able to stay so calmly and ultimately achieve his goal.
"Little brat, a Soul Guidance Shield that lasts for such a long time, it seems you have stolen something good. Hand it over, and I will consider sparing your life." The man in black threatened as he threw a punch.
"You think you can steal my things? You might have the life to use them, but you won't live to use them." After being punched away by the man, Wu Xuan felt that a large part of his Soul Power had been consumed instantly.
"Then don't blame me." The man in black shouted coldly, and his eighth Soul Ring suddenly lit up.
Seeing this, Wu Xuan suddenly laughed, a laugh of relief. Then, a series of inexplicable words slipped out: "We hit it off immediately, but you're leaving. Parting is imminent, so a friend asked me to see you off!"
The bewildered man in black, just as he thought Wu Xuan was crazy, suddenly saw Wu Xuan's jet-black fourth ring and blood-red sixth ring glow brightly. At the same time, the bright pink dragon scales on Wu Xuan's left hand cracked and fissured.
"A 100,000-year soul ring?" The man in black was horrified. The next instant, Wu Xuan vanished before him. Just as he was filled with shock, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
The man in black was horrified to find that he had lost control of his body and was slowly drifting forward.
As he drifted, his soul power, his hands, his limbs, and his entire body began to dissipate with the wind.
"Sect Master! Save me!" the man in black cried out in his heart, but no words came out. He was paralyzed, unable to use any soul skills or combat techniques.
The man in black was dead, killed by Wu Xuan in a single move.
A trickle of crimson blood slowly dripped from Wu Xuan's lips to the ground. Although seriously injured, Wu Xuan's eyes shone with a frightening brilliance. He had succeeded, successfully compressing and releasing the Scattered Soul Wind combined with three 100,000-year soul skills. In that instant, he brought illusion into reality.
"Sending Off a Friend's Wind," a name Wu Xuan gave to commemorate a powerful figure.
A finishing soul skill that would instantly kill anyone Wu Xuan locked onto and struck at close range, even if the opponent had fused with a soul bone, that bone would shatter into dust under its power.
The fluttering night clothes scattered, and a white tray inlaid with at least a hundred gems of various colors, along with a storage soul tool, slid out from the black clothes.
It was a white tray with a wooden base on it, inlaid with... On this small wooden base, a wisp of pure white energy rippled slightly.
A 100,000-year soul beast embryo! Wu Xuan's eyes lit up as he caught the Conferred God Platform before it crashed to the ground.
He then opened the black-clad man's storage soul tool, and what he saw nearly made his jaw drop.
What did Wu Xuan see that would elicit such a reaction? Eleven level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells and twenty-three level-eight fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells.
"No way! This old man is even greedier than me? Why couldn't I find the level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells? They were in another warehouse, and this old man took them all!" But these are all for me. The next moment, Wu Xuan burst into excited laughter: "Hahaha, cough cough cough!"
But after only a couple of laughs, his injuries aggravated, and Wu Xuan began coughing violently.
"Can't stay long! Let's get out of here at Warehouse Number Two!" Clutching his chest, Wu Xuan stepped into Warehouse Number Two.
Huo Yuhao, who had been kicked unconscious by Wu Xuan, was still lying inside Gate Number Two. Ignoring Huo Yuhao, Wu Xuan looked around. The laboratory was enormous; the circular laboratory was over a hundred meters in diameter and thirty meters high. As soon as Wu Xuan stepped inside, he was immediately drawn to the colossal structure before him.
"This, this is... a mecha!"
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