"Really?" Upon hearing Lin Qian’s words, curiosity filled Ye Xin’s eyes; she really wanted to know what kind of Mysterious Soul Skill Zhao Long possessed.
Just as Ye Xin’s curiosity peaked, Zhao Long’s roar once again pulled her attention back to him, making her gaze shift in his direction.
The pale yellow hue of Huaxia Soul Power was a distinctive feature of the beings from the Huaxia Empire on Xuanhuan Star; no other type of Soul Power existed, and Zhao Long was no exception.
However, his body now flickered with a bright red aura, devoid of any scent of blood, but instead filled with an overwhelming battle spirit, as if pressuring the surrounding air with his presence.
Just a body emitting red light, is this what’s called a Mysterious Soul Skill?
Not only did Ye Xin feel puzzled, but the opposite palace-dressed woman and her two female attendants also scoffed aloud.
Harsh yet pleasant words were spoken, but after a roar, there seemed to be no difference.
The palace-dressed woman also shook her head; the man in front of her, dressed in armor and resembling a General, although a strong figure in the Life and Death Realm, seemed to be merely at the Body Realm of that level — scarcely a concern.
At that moment, the air exploded behind Zhao Long, who vanished from his spot, leaving only a faint red afterglow mid-air.
The sudden disappearance of the person in front of them stunned the two female attendants, causing their hearts to tighten.
Years of battle experience allowed them to instinctively gather Soul Power, forming the strongest Soul Power defense in front of them, both taking up a combined attack stance.
Just as they set up their stance, Zhao Long, who had vanished, was already in front of them.
It must be said that the reactions of the two female attendants were swift, relying merely on experience and subconscious, they had already successfully completed their defense, ready for the incoming attack.
However, looking at the defensive posture formed by the two attendants before him, aside from the nearly erupting fury in Zhao Long’s eyes, there was also a look of disdain and mockery.
In Zhao Long’s hand, a snow-white long spear unhesitatingly smashed toward the two female attendants.
After the dull sound of impact, the two once-lively female attendants exploded into blood mist in mid-air, completely vanishing from the world.
There was not a shred of pity in Zhao Long’s eyes; in his perspective, the two he had just killed with his spear were not delicate beauties but rather two hideous sows that insulted the supreme sovereignty.
He dared have his sovereign sever an arm, gouge out a tongue, and become someone else’s servant.
Thinking of this, Zhao Long couldn’t contain the rage inside him; his wildly furious aura pushed the surrounding blood mist aside and charged towards the palace-dressed woman with a horrified expression.
"Die!" Before the palace-dressed woman could even react, Zhao Long had already rushed before her, not hesitating to thrust his spear harshly at her, showing no mercy simply because she was a woman.
The palace-dressed woman, facing the incoming spear, looked somewhat dazed.
Zhao Long’s speed was too fast, so fast that she couldn’t react.
Even though she was in the Life and Death Realm of the Soul Realm, the opponent was only in the Life and Death Realm of the Body Realm. Why was his speed so fast that she couldn’t even see clearly?
A deafening crash resounded, but Zhao Long’s spear did not hit the woman in the palace dress. Instead, it struck a barrier enveloped in cold air.
The ice barrier gathered around the woman in the palace dress appeared extremely fragile, yet it was indestructible. After taking a hit from Zhao Long’s spear, only a few cracks appeared on its surface.
However, the great force of Zhao Long’s spear was indeed genuinely slamming against it.
At this moment, the woman in the palace dress seemed to be inside an ice sphere, being blown away by Zhao Long’s spear and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that the woman in the palace dress had actually been blown away, Zhao Long panicked. How could he let go of someone who disrespected His Majesty?
In his urgency, Zhao Long prepared to chase after her, but the red aura on his body also dissipated, causing his charging figure to halt.
After taking a deep breath, Zhao Long circulated the Huaxia attribute Soul Power, preparing to charge again.
Seeing that Zhao Long was still preparing to pursue, Lin Qian quickly shouted, "Come back!"
Hearing Lin Qian’s shout, Zhao Long, who intended to chase, had no choice but to turn back and face his emperor, bowing his head in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, I let that female thief escape, please punish me. It’s best to allow me to redeem myself by pursuing her and retrieving her head."
As soon as Zhao Long finished speaking, Lin Qian kicked him, causing him to stagger backward several steps before regaining his balance.
"Xinxin, after activating Zhao Long’s Unparalleled skill, aspects such as strength, speed, and reaction will all increase tenfold," Lin Qian explained to the still curious Ye Xin after kicking Zhao Long. "However, correspondingly, the consumption rate of Soul Power will be a hundred times the normal rate."
"All aspects improved tenfold; no wonder that spear was so powerful," Ye Xin, knowing the detailed changes of Zhao Long’s Unparalleled skill, showed continuous surprise in her eyes and found Zhao Long’s soul skill quite impressive, wishing to learn it.
Unfortunately, this was a skill from a past life game that came along with his transmigration, and it was something that could not be taught to others.
After explaining the characteristics of the Unparalleled skill, Lin Qian looked at Zhao Long again: "Your Unparalleled has already automatically deactivated. Don’t think too much; your Soul Power must have been nearly depleted, right? With your current Realm’s Soul Power, the Unparalleled skill can only last for twelve breaths, which has already passed."
"With your current excessive consumption of Soul Power, what will you use to pursue? Are you pursuing, or are you seeking death? Don’t let anger cloud your judgment."
After listening to Lin Qian’s lesson, Zhao Long gradually regained his composure and stopped mentioning chasing after her.
"In this Small World, there’s still a whole year left; she ultimately can’t escape unless she leaves the ruins early," Lin Qian said, looking in the direction where the woman in the palace dress had been blown away. "Don’t worry too much about her; what’s owed will eventually be repaid."
Just then, two black glows suddenly shot into the sky, emerging from the blood mist created by Zhao Long’s strike and branding onto the back of his hand.
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Following that, two dark patterns appeared on the back of Zhao Long’s hand, obviously the so-called performance score.
Lin Qian’s eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the imprint on Zhao Long’s hand, his heart filled with surprise.
As Lin Qian examined Zhao Long’s hand, he glanced inadvertently downward at the woods below, revealing an unexpected expression and quickly diving down.