Companion Beast, special-type Martial Soul, Emperor-Rank Martial Soul. After fusing with its host, the host can gain abilities equal to the Companion Beast itself.
After reading this information, Ian Song's gaze burned with sudden intensity. He made up his mind—no matter what, he had to claim this Emperor-Rank Martial Soul.
Just then, five people swept onto the surface of the lake. At the same time, their hands were only centimeters away from the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul.
In the end, a young man in blue was the first to touch the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul. Instantly, the jelly-like Emperor-Rank Martial Soul shot into his body with a "whoosh."
"Kill him!"
The other four saw this and murderous intent flashed across their faces—they all attacked at once.
The moment the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul entered his body, it began fusing automatically. Fusing an Emperor-Rank Martial Soul required immense mental power, so the young man in blue instantly turned pale—his mental power was draining rapidly, leaving him unable to resist the attacks of the four others.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"
The four unleashed their attacks mercilessly, and blood instantly splattered everywhere. His body shattered into several pieces and fell toward the lake—an extremely brutal and bloody scene.
At the same time, the moment the young man in blue died, one of his attackers couldn't wait and reached out to grab the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul as it flew out of the corpse.
Although the young man in blue served as a warning, the temptation of the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul was too great—he still couldn't help but reach out.
"Kill him!"
The three who had just been allies saw someone else obtain the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul and instantly turned hostile, attacking him with full force.
Whoosh!
A fleeting shadow passed by—a slender figure suddenly appeared behind him, grabbed his body, and shot back toward the shore.
"Leave them behind!"
Dozens of attacks surged like a torrent, blasting toward the pair and enveloping them completely.
"Senior brother, run!"
A sharp female voice rang out, filled with despair and longing.
Then, the man who was fusing with the Martial Soul was thrown onto the shore by the woman who saved him, while her own body was torn apart by the dozens of attacks, turning into a mist of blood—her death leaving no remains.
"Junior sister!"
The man who landed on the shore looked back and saw what happened, letting out a mournful cry. His eyes flashed with deep regret—if he hadn't insisted on fighting for the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul, his junior sister wouldn't have died saving him.
"Stop him! Don't let him escape!"
More than twenty people still remained on the shore, and they all rushed toward the man.
Originally, everyone thought he would run away, but to their surprise, the man actually charged straight at the twenty-plus people, shouting crazily: "You bastards, pay with your lives for my junior sister!"
As he roared, golden flames surged from his body, and his black spear seemed to transform into countless streaks of dark light, stabbing forward.
Puff, puff, puff!
In an instant, three people had their heads pierced by the black spear.
But that was all—attacks from the remaining people instantly shredded the man's body to pieces.
This brief delay allowed the more than a hundred people who had rushed to the lake to return to the shore.
They formed a tacit encirclement, centering on the man's body.
The Emperor-Rank Martial Soul emerged from the blood mist, floating in midair and letting out a series of dissatisfied calls.
No one cared about that—all eyes were filled with greed, staring fixedly at the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul.
But both people who had fused the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul met tragic ends, so for now, no one dared rush forward to seize it.
But this situation only lasted for a short while before being broken—a mid-stage Grandmaster finally couldn't resist the temptation and charged out.
"Yu, don't!"
His companion cried out in terror.
He seemed not to hear his companion's warning at all—his figure was already close to the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul, and with a stretch of his hand, he could grab it.
"Haha, the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul is mine!"
With a grasp, the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul entered his body.
"Go to hell!"
Someone sneered and shouted, then swung a sword at him.
Immediately, dozens of attacks followed—within moments, Junior Brother Yu's body was torn to pieces.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three figures dashed out from the crowd, reaching for the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul.
But just as they moved, the others launched attacks at them.
As a result, the three were killed before they could even touch the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul.
After that, no one dared make another rash move—the atmosphere fell into a strange stalemate.
Suddenly, a piercing sound split the air.
Everyone turned their heads, only to see more than three hundred people rushing toward them at high speed.
Each member of this group wore identical black spirit armor, clearly belonging to the same organization.
To send more than three hundred people into the Martial Soul Hall at once—only the military would have the resources and strength to do that in this world.
The leader of the group was a woman.
Her armor was slightly different, with an extra heart-guard plate at her chest.
"We are the reserve forces of the Martial Soul Army under the Military Council. Everyone else must leave now, or die!"
The female leader looked petite and delicate, but her words were full of authority.
The military side had over three hundred people, while the other side had only about two hundred, divided into dozens of factions with their own agendas. Clearly, even combined, they were no match for the military.
But to retreat just like that was unacceptable.
So someone shouted, "You military people are way too domineering! The Emperor-Rank Martial Soul should go to the worthy. What gives you the right to monopolize it?"
Whoosh!
A flash of black light pierced the speaker's chest, leaving a bowl-sized hole.
"Defy the military's orders, and you'll end up just like him!"
The female leader pointed at the corpse that had collapsed on the ground and spoke slowly, a faint sneer at her lips—how dare this rabble challenge the military for the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul!
At her words, the whole place fell utterly silent—you could hear a pin drop.
"Our Funiu Sect is willing to give the military some respect. Junior brothers, let's withdraw!"
A handsome young man called out, then quickly led his five companions away.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Funiu Sect depart, a shadow flashed in Cao Feiyu's eyes, and Chen Feng's eyes also showed deep unwillingness.
"Our Feima Sect is also willing to give the military some respect—we're leaving!"
"Our Wandugu is also willing to give the military some respect—withdraw!"
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In an instant, over two hundred people had left—only fifty-six remained, including more than thirty from Shengwu Academy.
"What, you still have delusions about the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul?"
The female leader swept her gaze over the crowd with contempt, her tone full of scorn and disdain.
"Leader Nangong, stop wasting words on these fools—we're running out of time!" a young man in black armor reminded her.
The female leader, Nangong Wushuang, nodded, her eyes flashing coldly: "Are you going to leave, or die?"