Soul! This is a kind of talent for human beings. There are all kinds of souls, including weapons, swords and spears, flowers, trees, insects, fish, birds, and beasts, as well as natural elements such as metal, wood, water, and fire, also known as martial souls.
For cultivators, once they open their divine treasure, they may awaken their soul. Those who awaken their soul have certain special abilities and are often geniuses, although there are also those who awaken useless souls.
And the soul awakened by Wang Ying is a sword soul.
A sword soul is a relatively advanced martial soul, which can often enhance the power of sword energy and swordsmanship. After opening his sword martial soul, Wang Ying's aura suddenly became much stronger, and a more fierce sword energy surged.
The power of his sword soul poured into the sword, greatly increasing the power of the sword energy!
"Xiang Chen, let me awaken my soul and kill you. You will die in a way that is worth it. Go to hell!" Wang Ying roared, and a three-meter-long sword energy burst out, with a much stronger force than before, descending fiercely.
"Brother, be careful!" Ye Rou exclaimed.
Xiang Chen agilely dodged, and a large pit more than a meter deep was blown up where he had just stood. Xiang Chen's face changed slightly, as the power of this sword was much stronger than before, equivalent to the explosion of a small hand grenade.
"Kill!" Wang Ying exploded with speed and launched another series of sword energy attacks toward Xiang Chen. The people around them all dodged and retreated, afraid of being hit by the sword energy. One of Wang Ying's servants screamed in agony as he was struck by the chaotic sword energy and was killed in two.
Swish! Swish! Swish…
The sword energy was striking, Xiang Chen relied on his amazing speed to dodge, because he had not practiced any body techniques, relying solely on his own speed and instinctive reactions.
"Nine Flames Flowing Light!" Wang Ying roared, and his sword shook, creating nine sword blossoms that instantly turned into nine sword energies and slashed towards Xiang Chen, enveloping the area.
"Little bastard, this time I'll see how you dodge!" Wang Ying smirked.
"Go!" Xiang Chen roared, using his instinct to activate the demonic energy in his body. His claws tore out, and another wave of claw shadows tore through the air.
Boom… The claw shadows collided with the sword energy, and it was obvious that the sword energy was stronger, shattering the claw shadows and striking Xiang Chen.
Spitting blood, Xiang Chen retreated, his body was thrown flying, and he suffered several sword marks and was bleeding profusely.
"Brother!" Ye Rou cried, wanting to rush over, but was stopped by two servants.
Wang Ying kicked out, and with a powerful kick, Xiang Chen was sent flying and hit a table, shattering it.
"Hehe, see, you are nothing but this. You still want to save your sister. Dream on."
"I want to cut off your hands and feet and make you watch as I toy with your sister to death. Kill!"
Encouraged by his friends, they called for Wang Ying to kill Xiang Chen.
"It's no wonder that Wang Ying, who awakened the sword martial soul, was even accepted as a named disciple by the elder of the Sword Sect in the royal court."
"You little bastard, die!"
Wang Ying exploded again with rage, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters, the sword in his hand emitting a screeching sound as it directly killed towards Xiang Chen's head.
Xiang Chen's pupils contracted, instantly feeling a sense of death approaching.
Is this the end? No, absolutely not! He had just gained power and had not yet saved his sister, father, or mother. How could he stop now?
"Kill!" Xiang Chen roared and, in that instant, he raised his fist to fight against the sword, not afraid to have his fist pierced.
Boom… In that moment, an even more powerful, scorching energy surged from within Xiang Chen's body. His arm instantly swelled to twice its size, and a dense layer of silver hair grew on it.
His whole body, his shape also doubled, from a skinny 1.65 meters to a giant over two meters tall.
However, the tremendous surge of power also brought a wave of tearing and scorching pain within him. It felt as if his whole body was about to burn up and explode!
Thud! The fist radiated golden light, compressing the air around it, and produced a powerful, pressurized air wave that struck the sword.
Clang! Instead of the expected piercing through his fist, the sword was stopped. Then, a terrible force acted on the sword as it shattered from the tip to the hilt.
The force also struck Wang Ying's arm. He cried out in pain and agony, and his arm was snapped, with broken bones piercing through his wrist. Blood flowed profusely.
Thud! Wang Ying also cried out in pain, his body being sent flying, spitting out blood. The broken sword handle fell, and the impact caused the courtyard wall to crack and almost collapse.
"Ah…" Wang Ying's onlookers were in disbelief and looked at Xiang Chen, who had suddenly become a giant, with horror.
"How is it possible, Wang Ying, who awakened the martial soul of the sword, is no match for Xiang Chen!"
"God, what, what kind of monster is this?"
"Abomination, an abomination!"
These people looked in horror at Xiang Chen, continuously retreating.
"Master!" Wang Ying's servants were terrified and rushed to help him.
"Ah ah ah... my hand, my hand...Ah, Xiang Chen, little bastard...!" Wang Ying lay on the ground, holding his broken wrist and wailing in agony, tears and snot flowing from his face.
Thud! Suddenly, a strong momentum surged, and Xiang Chen directly knocked away Wang Ying's servant, arriving in front of Wang Ying.
Wang Ying's frightened screams momentarily stopped. Then, Xiang Chen raised his foot and stepped on Wang Ying's head, rubbing it against the ground.
"Ah, you little bastard, let go of me!"
Thud! Xiang Chen remained silent, and his foot came down hard on Wang Ying's head, causing it to be covered in blood, and his nasal bone was crushed against the ground.
"You little bastard, you deserve to die!"
Thud! "Ah…" Another foot came down, and Wang Ying's mouth was filled with blood as his teeth were shattered.
"You brat... you… sob sob, stop, don't step on... it hurts..." Wang Ying wanted to curse, but was scared by another raised foot, crying and whimpering.
"Xiang Chen, stop!"
Wielding a knife to threaten Xiang Chen, holding Ye Rou hostage, Wang Ying's servants shouted.
"Brother…" Ye Rou bit her lip and did not ask for help.
"Let go of our master, or I'll kill her."
One of the servants angrily shouted. Xiang Chen looked at the servant with crimson eyes, and the trembling servant felt as if this was not a human, but a savage beast, so cruel.
"Release my sister. If you dare to hurt my sister even a tiny bit, both of you and him will become nothing." Wielding his foot, Xiang Chen ruthlessly stepped on Wang Ying's other arm.
"Ah…" Wang Ying was in excruciating pain. The stench of urine filled the air, and he even involuntarily defecated.