Chapter 1390 - Three Thousand Weakwater
Facing the crushing pressure from the four martial souls, Zi Sha and Xiong Sha staggered backward, desperately trying to tear open a gap in the encirclement. As long as they could force an opening, they believed they could break free from the martial souls and cut down Liu Wuxie to end the battle.
"Get lost!" Zi Sha roared, blasting the flying centipede martial soul away with a vicious strike and forcing the martial soul, which possessed the strength of the sixth-level Void Realm, to stagger several steps backward.
The Twin Fiends truly lived up to their reputation as formidable experts, but the human martial soul trailing behind the flying centipede immediately followed up with a devastating blow.
It condensed an illusory longsword and cleaved down on Zi Sha.
The slash came from a treacherous angle and was nearly impossible to guard against. History had long since buried the mythical arts these martial souls displayed, and even Liu Wuxie didn't recognize many of their names.
The flying centipede lunged over again after hitting the ground, writhing as it brandished its claws at Zi Sha. Martial souls existed only in soul form without any physical body, so they could twist and contort in ways no flesh-and-blood creature could ever do.
They were tough to destroy unless one could crush them completely with soul energy. Zi Sha and Xiong Sha were both at the fifth-level Void Realm, but their soul energy was still inferior to that of the martial souls assailing them.
"Let's end this game," Liu Wuxie said. He had already spotted several figures moving in the distance, and he could feel that the gateway to the fifth level was about to surface. He could still cope with three to five opponents at once, but if a group of experts were to surround him, he would be in real danger.
At his command, the four martial souls attacked together, combining into a roaring tidal wave that swallowed the two men whole. The most terrifying aspect of martial souls wasn't just their soul-based attacks—it was their ability to pierce straight into their opponent's martial soul.
The instant the two men died, Liu Wuxie immediately refined their energy and laws, drawing them into himself. As the power merged with him, his cultivation continued to rise steadily.
Without relying on external treasures, he could only advance one solid step at a time.
During the few short months of the Myriad Race Ceremony, Liu Wuxie had walked a path that would typically take others more than ten years, and now, he needed time to consolidate his realm.