Chapter 95: Ruthless Asura

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"As soon as I finish eating, you come to do some exercise for me. How thoughtful of you," sneered Zeng Yi as he stared at the five people blocking his way who exuded a hostile aura.

"Master" Yan Que exclaimed, feeling anxious at the sight. She retreated behind Zeng Yi and nervously sized up these ferocious individuals.

At that moment, a boy walked out from behind them and locked eyes with Zeng Yi, his face filled with anger and resentment.

"Uncle Zhang, it's him! He bullied me yesterday!" The boy pointed at Zeng Yi with one hand, then turned to a burly middle-aged man beside him, angrily lodging a complaint.

Zeng Yi recognized the whole scene as well. It was because of this boy that he had met Yan Que and formed a master-disciple relationship.

It seemed to be the city lord's son.

"Hahaha, you little bastard didn't expect this! You dared to offend me and walk around the streets so carefreely. Don't you know whose city is this? Today, you're doomed!" The boy laughed arrogantly while looking at Zeng Yi.

Because of this person, Zeng Yi had performed a dramatic prank on the street yesterday, and as the city lord's son, he was usually domineering and almost everyone in the city recognized him. But this incident had damaged his reputation greatly. Although they didn't dare to mock him openly, privately they ridiculed and belittled him. He couldn't lift his head anymore, as this shame had been deeply imprinted in others' impressions of him, accompanying him throughout his life.

Furthermore, he was also representing the honor of the city lord's house. Zeng Yi's actions were akin to trampling the dignity of the city lord's mansion on the ground.

Without killing this person, it would be difficult to erase this humiliation.

As the situation unfolded, the surrounding passers-by quickly fled. As natives, they knew very well about the notorious reputation of these people in the city. Being targeted by them meant no good. When they looked at Zeng Yi and Yan Que, their eyes carried pity, sympathy, and sighs.

Zeng Yi noticed all these small details.

It seems that these people have a very bad impression among the citizens, he thought. They are infamous and... 

Thinking of this, Zeng Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and instinctively reached for the Ronin Sword at his waist with his right hand.

"Daring to provoke our city lord's mansion, you have some guts!" one of them bellowed arrogantly at Zeng Yi. They were all teenagers, maybe around the age of Yan Que, and at most, they were Soul Masters in their twenties. They could bully them at will since they didn't consider Zeng Yi as a threat.

"Die!"

"No doubt about it! Kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, and maybe I will spare your miserable life," one of them declared pompously, mocking Zeng Yi's appearance. They all appeared to be Soul Masters around the Spirit Grandmaster level. They surrounded Zeng Yi, radiating a terrifying pressure that made everyone's hearts tremble.

"So, this is your last words?"

The moment Zeng Yi spoke, those people exploded with rage. They were facing many onlookers, yet he dared to provoke them like this. It seems like he was tired of living.

A surging wave of soul power burst forth from their bodies. Their soul rings appeared, and a powerful aura pressed down on Zeng Yi.

This scene terrified Yan Que, her eyes widened in shock. She too had learned about the strength levels of Soul Masters. Seeing their soul rings appear, their strength became apparent.

Two Soul Masters at the second rank, two Soul Elders, and the most terrifying was the burly middle-aged man with four soul rings on his body, indicating Spirit Ancestor level strength. Worried, she wondered if her master could handle them.

It's all because of me. If it weren't for me, my master wouldn't be in this situation.

Feeling guilty, Yan Que blamed herself internally.

Zeng Yi let out a cold snort, and his figure disappeared from where he stood, reappearing beside one of the Spirit Masters in an instant. His speed was like lightning, leaving the Spirit Master momentarily stunned. A sharp and frigid gust of wind brushed past him, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Powerful soul force erupted from Zeng Yi's body. Three spirit rings quietly rose from beneath his feet, one purple, one yellow, and one purple again. They revolved around him, radiating a dazzling light and exuding terrifying pressure that sent shivers down their spines.

The third spirit ring, emanating a profound purple radiance, flickered. His soul skill, Sword Domain, was activated. Even more intense pressure weighed down on the people, making their breathing rapid, their soul force sluggish, and their bodies tremble as if they were pointed at by countless sword beams. Their hair stood on end, and they couldn't help but shudder.

Death drew nearer. The Spirit Master wanted to react, but it was already too late. Zeng Yi's speed was too fast for him to follow, and he couldn't see Zeng Yi's movements clearly.

Unsheathing Ronin Sword.

In an instant, a bright sword beam flashed by, and the fierce sword intent surged into the sky. The next moment, the entire space fell into silence.

Plop.

The Spirit Master fell to the ground weakly, his body decapitated. Blood splattered everywhere, and his fading gaze was filled with an incredulous expression.

Even at the moment of his death, he hadn't seen how Zeng Yi had unsheathed his sword.

He didn't see it, but his companions did. The sight of the silver blade in Zeng Yi's right hand, gleaming under the sunlight, and the overwhelming aura that left everyone, including Yan Que, stunned and breathless.

"How is this possible!"

One of them exclaimed in fear. One Spirit Master had been killed by a single slash. What kind of monster was this?

Staring at the indifferent figure, fear overwhelmed them. Facing such a monster in battle was no joking matter.

Run!

They didn't need words to make this decision. Without hesitation, they fled in different directions.

But Zeng Yi had no intention of letting them go. His icy gaze focused, and he used the Footwork of the Wandering Blade, chasing after the escaping Spirit Masters. With each step, he closed the distance.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry rang out as another life was extinguished.

As they saw their companions being killed one by one, the last Spirit Master was filled with terror. He noticed Yan Que nearby and thought that if he captured her, he might spare his own life.

In his mind, he made a quick decision and rushed towards Yan Que, attempting to grab her.

After killing one of them, Zeng Yi noticed the last Spirit Master making a move on Yan Que. However, he was a bit too far away now, without the passive enhancement of the skill [Ronin]. His speed had slowed considerably, and he feared he might not make it in time.

This is bad!

In his heart, he cursed himself for being careless and immediately exerted all his strength to rush toward the Spirit Master.

But the distance was too great, and without the passive effect of the[Ronin], his speed was significantly reduced. He might not make it in time to save Yan Que.

"Xiao Ju!"

Zeng Yi shouted loudly, hoping that the emerald-green Xiao Ju by Yan Que's side could come to her aid.

Lying on Yan Que's head, Xiao Ju couldn't help but hear Zeng Yi's words. Realizing the gravity of the situation, it quickly stood up. Its gem-like emerald eyes instantly transformed into deep and mysterious purple. Its pupils flickered with a purple light.

Silver Tiger Spirit Cat's innate talent skill, Mental Attack.

The Spirit Master, who was sprinting toward Yan Que and believed he was about to capture her, suddenly felt as if a needle had pierced his brain. He was struck with a splitting headache, and his body froze for a moment.

During this brief moment, Zeng Yi caught up. A bright silver blade pierced through the Spirit Master's chest, sending a bone-chilling coldness through his body.

"You..."

Blood oozed from the Spirit Master's mouth as he trembled weakly. He turned his head, seeing Zeng Yi standing behind him, his eyes devoid of any emotion, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper.

The blade was retracted, and the Spirit Master collapsed to the ground, life fading away.

Yan Que stared in shock at her master, who now stood before her. He appeared completely different from before, with an indifferent and icy demeanor. His eyes had turned silver, and he held a long sword in his hand, its blade dripping with crimson drops of blood.

He seemed like an unfeeling and merciless Asura.

Her gaze held fear, dread, and a sense of unfamiliarity. Her master, who she had known before, now felt like a stranger, filling her with fear.

Compared to her previous master, he seemed like an entirely different person.