Chapter 168.

E/N : The eighth chapter as promised.

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Chapter 168.

The Blood Demon Beetle is an ancient soul beast known for its extreme cruelty and violence. It preys on any and every creature, even members of its own kind. Possessing the ability to fly, this savage creature boasts abnormal levels of attack and defense. Its blood contains hallucinogenic properties that can drive even Soul Saints into fits of madness and rage, ultimately leading to their demise by self-immolation. Upon death, the Blood Demon Beetle absorbs the strength of its opponents, becoming even more malevolent and vicious. Dealing with it is an extremely challenging task.

Xue Qinghe frowned as she observed the Blood Demon Beetle, acknowledging its formidable nature. With a nod, she made the decision to retreat first. Her sole intention was to investigate the source of the malevolent aura she had sensed, a sensation that had lingered with her for over seven years.

After Xue Qinghe took the lead, the others followed suit, wary of the dangers posed by the Blood Demon Beetle.

The three Soul Douluo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's hold off the Blood Demon Beetle for now. Your Highness, please put some distance between yourself and the beast before we disengage," Bai Baoshan instructed, activating his martial soul with all eight soul rings aglow. 

"Remember, we mustn't linger with this ferocious creature."

The other two also nodded, fully aware of the perilous situation. Attempting to kill such a formidable soul beast was out of the question, especially since none of them specialized in assault-type soul warfare. Their only option was to restrain it temporarily.

Meanwhile, the masked man swiftly navigated through the forest, her gaze icy.

"The surrounding soul beasts are becoming more agitated. Could it be because of that aura?" Her heart raced with anticipation. This time, the sensation didn't dissipate as quickly as before, it lingered.

"It's strange... very strange," she pondered. "Previously, it appeared momentarily and then vanished. But now, it's been active for so long."

She contemplated the nature of the mysterious aura. 

"What kind of soul beast or being could it be? And to be able to even draw the attention of the Blood Demon Beetle? Despite my soul suppression, the power disparity is immense."

Before long, she sensed herself drawing closer to the source of the aura.

Suddenly, a soul beast charged toward her.

Surprised, she recognized it as a Violent Blazing Tiger.

"Judging by its momentum and size, it's around 20,000 years old..." she thought, astonished. "But how did it end up here?"

The Violent Blazing Tiger was notorious for its ferocity and ruthlessness. With its crimson body and flame-like patterns, its roar could subdue even high-level soul masters.

The tiger stood at an imposing height of four or five meters, a formidable presence indeed. Even a Soul Saint nearing the seventieth level might struggle to defeat a 20,000-year-old creature of such caliber.

"Though it looks more like it's over 25,000 years old..." the masked person muttered, displaying an astute understanding of soul beasts, though the exact figure eluded her.

Suddenly, her attention was captured by the Violent Blazing Tiger charging toward her from a distance, hundreds of meters away. The sight stunned her.

The reason was plain to see—the tiger was wounded. Long black marks marred its back, wisps of mist emanating from the injuries, revealing raw flesh and blood. One hind leg hung limp, the flames upon its body flickering weakly, its growls silent.

But most peculiar of all was the fear evident in its eyes.

"What could inspire fear in such a savage beast?" the masked person pondered. After a moment's consideration, she acted decisively, revealing her martial soul.

A surge of divine power emanated from her, her six resplendent light wings unfurling behind her.

"A wounded Violent Blazing Tiger, just what I need to break through to the next level." she murmured, her tone suggesting that leveling up was a simple feat for her.

Five soul rings ascended from her feet, and as her fifth black soul ring lit up, she invoked her ultimate technique.

"Holy Sword!"

She took a quick swing, igniting the golden flames in her hand to form a long sword ablaze with fire. Without hesitation, she transformed into a streak of golden light and charged straight toward the Violent Blazing Tiger.

As if sensing the impending attack, the tiger opened its maw, still stained with the blood of its prey, and emitted a bone-chilling howl. Despite its injuries, the tiger's strength remained formidable. The shockwave from its roar sent ripples through the surroundings, flattening giant trees in its wake. The landscape shifted dramatically, making it difficult for even ordinary agile system soul master to maneuver.

Yet, the masked person gracefully dodged the onslaught, displaying remarkable agility and reflexes. The golden lights danced around her, unaffected by the tiger's violent roar.

Just as the tiger prepared to launch another attack, flicking its tail to send a boulder hurtling toward the man, it suddenly froze in place.

Something had caught its attention, causing it to halt its assault.

A hint of surprise flickered in the masked person's eyes, but seizing the moment, she accelerated even faster. The longsword ablaze with golden flames in her hand merged with her form, drawing a streak of golden light through the air as roaring flames descended from above, narrowly missing the tiger.

With a resounding boom, she found herself standing behind the Violent Blazing Tiger, her golden longsword still gripped firmly in hand. As the howl of the tiger died down, it's massive body lay prone, a black soul ring slowly ascending from it.

Curiosity piqued, the man couldn't help but wonder why the raging beast had abruptly ceased its aggression.

Suddenly, she felt a presence and turned to look in the direction from which it emanated.

There stood a ghostly figure, shrouded in layers of darkness. Taller than average, the figure wore a black robe and a mask, its features obscured.

But it was the eyes that caught her eyes, red gleaming with sinister intent, that chilled her to the bone.

What startled her most, however, were the six pairs of incomparable dark wings that unfurled behind the mysterious figure, pulsating with boundless energy.

For a moment, the two figures locked eyes, each emanating a contrasting aura—repelling each other.

As she gazed upon the figure shrouded in darkness, a bolt of realization struck Qian Renxue's mind.

"This is the same presence I felt seven years ago." she thought, recalling the sensation she had experienced.

Qian Renxue stared at the figure in the distance, her horror mingled with curiosity, prompting her to quickly turn away. She couldn't shake the realization that this was the person who had inflicted severe damage on the Violent Blazing Tiger, and his mere presence had halted the creature's ferocious assault.

"But what manner of martial soul does he possess?" she pondered, her gaze never wavering from the enigmatic figure. "Could it also be an angel? But why does it exude such a malevolent aura?"

Qian Renxue regarded the figure with heightened vigilance. The Seraphim martial soul was revered as the pinnacle of martial souls, epitomizing sacredness and radiance. How could it be covered in such darkness?

The sight of the figure's six pairs of twelve wings only deepened her unease. The palpable repulsion between their auras, coupled with the stifling atmosphere, sent shivers down Qian Renxue's spine, intensifying her sense of foreboding.

Could it be possible that her own Seraphim martial soul was being suppressed? The notion seemed unfathomable, yet the evidence was undeniable. As she took a cautious step back, she couldn't help but entertain the unsettling thought, could they be some kind of twin martial souls?

The realization sent a chill through Qian Renxue's heart, filling her with a profound sense of dread.

As Qian Renxue observed the mysterious figure, her mind raced with questions. Who was this person? And why did he possess such an eerie aura, devoid of any soul rings? Could it be that his soul had only just awakened?

Despite the darkness enveloping him and the malevolent energy emanating from his being, there was an absence of any soul rings, indicating a recent awakening.

"Who are you?" Qian Renxue's voice cut through the tense silence, her eyes fixed on the figure before her. She wrestled with conflicting thoughts, unsure of how to proceed. Should she attempt to eliminate this mysterious threat, or simply retreat?

Her instincts cautioned against forming an alliance, their opposing auras made friendship unlikely, and the sinister nature of this angelic martial soul suggested he was no ally. Furthermore, aligning with such malevolence could provoke the ire of the soul hall.

But leaving without confronting him seemed wasteful. After all, she had finally located the source of the unsettling aura she had sensed for so long. She couldn't simply walk away without uncovering his identity and understanding the nature of his evil angelic martial soul.

With resolve hardening within her, Qian Renxue steeled herself for action. She couldn't afford to be reckless, especially with her Seraphim martial soul suppressed. But she couldn't allow this enigmatic figure to remain a mystery any longer.

Taking a deep breath, Qian Renxue braced herself for what lay ahead. She had to confront him, even if it meant facing the unknown.

"Holy Sword!" Qian Renxue summoned a long sword ablaze with golden flames, her fifth soul ability. This sacred weapon not only boasted formidable attack power but also possessed the ability to purify soul power, making it a natural counter to evil type beings.

"Angel's Lock!" With her body engulfed in radiant light, Qian Renxue unleashed her fourth soul ability, ensnaring the mysterious figure in a web of golden chains that weakened his attributes and restricted his movements.

In a swift motion, Qian Renxue charged towards her adversary, closing the distance rapidly. Yet, just as she approached, she witnessed the figure effortlessly break free from her golden chains, dissipating them into golden motes that vanished into thin air.

"You can't beat me." the figure remarked calmly, his voice tinged with a hint of aloofness. His declaration as if a fact that she can't deny.

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