Chen Ming's endurance was extraordinary—thanks to the assistance of his two soul cores, he could almost go without rest.
After sprinting for two days and one night, Chen Ming ran from the southern region of the earl's domain to the northern region. Along the way, he encountered countless checkpoints, obstacles, and patrols of soldiers and soul masters.
By using simple and friendly ans, Chen Ming managed to extract the information he wanted from the officers and soldiers leading these patrols. Gradually narrowing down the target area, he recorded the possible locations where Qian Renxue might be hiding.
As for resistance and being wanted?
Resistance was inevitable. After all, Chen Ming hadn't disguised himself as an officer or soone of authority. Almost every ti he encountered a squad, he had to fight it; every checkpoint he ca across, he had to break through.
Due to the divine power of the Asura God in the area, which amplified emotions in people's hearts, Chen Ming consciously tried to avoid killing anyone to prevent himself from being affected.
Wanted notices?
Chen Ming was sure there were plenty of those. But he was confident that the speed at which the wanted notices spread would never catch up to how fast he could run. By the ti the wanted orders were issued, he had likely already cleared all the checkpoints.
Finally, after breaking through several checkpoints, the enemies standing in Chen Ming's way underwent a qualitative change.
Fully equipped, clad in iron armor, and well-trained: the lord's personal guards. rcenaries and soul-hunting squads hired by Earl Glamorgan. Evil soul master who appeared out of nowhere. Subordinates and relatives raised by Earl Glamorgan.
Personal guards, soul masters, evil soul masters.
In summary, if Chen Ming had initially thought that Earl Glamorgan's rebellion was a joke, the appearance of these forces elevated the rebellion to the level of an amateur production.
Among them, the strongest was a high-level Soul Emperor with decent strength and a good martial soul, supported by nurous auxiliary soul masters and soldiers.
However, Chen Ming's current strength was at the level of a titled Douluo, albeit with only his first four soul rings. He had no plans for stealth or evasion; instead, he charged straight in and took them all down.
Poison-type abilities excel at crushing weaker opponents, and for Chen Ming, defeating this group was as easy as disciplining children.
After taking down over a thousand fully ard soldiers and nearly a hundred soul masters of varying levels, Chen Ming finally broke into the deepest part of the encirclent. Following the traces left on the ground, he found Qian Renxue inside a cave.
Yes, it was Qian Renxue, not Xue Qinghe. For so reason, she had already shed her disguise.
"Are you the Crown Prince? I am not your enemy."
Looking at the figure in front of him, who had summoned the Seraphim martial soul and whose eyes carried a faint crimson hue, Chen Ming felt a headache coming on but still chose to state his intentions.
"The Crown Prince? Are you saying the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire is here?" Qian Renxue asked, holding a longsword. The four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—around her flickered, leaving Chen Ming montarily speechless.
No way. My lady… I always thought you were well-hidden. But now, even though I reached Soul King, how are you only at level 48?
My lady, you awakened your martial soul at the age of six with an innate level 20 soul power. You should be around 21 or 22 years old now, so how are you still a Soul Ancestor? Have you just been slacking off this whole ti?
I seem to recall that in the original story, Hu Liena was already a Soul King at the age of 19. Does your soul power level even match the potential of your martial soul?
Chen Ming's silence made Qian Renxue increasingly nervous. The fiery light and holy aura radiating from her body began to churn; it seed as if she would erupt at any mont and strike down Chen Ming, soone she had initially hoped to win over.
"My lady, let's not beat around the bush. I know your identity, and you don't know . But take a look at these items, and you should understand." Chen Ming, tired of wasting words, pulled out the pendant Chrysanthemum Douluo had given him from his chest. Then, he retrieved the Elder tokens of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo from the Hundred Treasures Pouch at his waist.
Chen Ming thought these items would be enough to prove his connection to the Spirit Hall and ease Qian Renxue's wariness. However, upon seeing these items, not only did Qian Renxue fail to relax, but she also beca even more vigilant.
Although the golden light on her body continued to flicker, an unseen dark force stirred her emotions from within.
Even though the Seraphim martial soul was incredibly powerful, with its divine properties derived from the Angel God, her agitated emotions and relatively low soul power level remained her fatal weaknesses.
"So, you're the traitor from the Spirit Hall."
With a furious shout, Qian Renxue swung her longsword, now engulfed in blazing flas, directly at Chen Ming. The three pairs of enormous wings on her back unfolded, enveloping her in a powerful holy light, making her seem like the Angel God descending to the mortal world.
"A traitor… of the Spirit Hall?" Chen Ming murmured, but his actions showed no hesitation.
Qian Renxue's combat experience was not particularly rich, but the Seraphim endowed her, a Soul Ancestor-level soul master, with attributes rivaling those of any Soul Emperor. If it were an average soul master, Qian Renxue's sudden assault would undoubtedly leave them scrambling. Fortunately, Chen Ming's strength far surpassed hers.
Activating his martial soul, Chen Ming's scorpion tail extended from his back, and his arms were encased in two layers of powerful carapaces—one blue and one red, each exuding imnse elental energy.
Chen Ming's right hand, imbued with the ultimate fire soul power, blocked Qian Renxue's blazing sword wreathed in light and fla. anwhile, his left hand struck her abdon without hesitation, unleashing a powerful Cold Poison that shattered the flas and divine aura surrounding her Seraphim, attempting to freeze her soul power.
Qian Renxue was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing into the cave wall. Her longsword was seized by Chen Ming, and her tattered clothing was further shredded, leaving her in a pitiful state.
Chen Ming thought this would finally make Qian Renxue more willing to listen. Unexpectedly, instead of calming down after being injured, she grew even more agitated.
Chen Ming's Cold Poison, a fusion of ultimate ice and his potent toxins was a force that could permanently freeze portions of Title Douluo's soul power and life force. Yet, as the flas on Qian Renxue's body gradually intensified, Chen Ming could sense the Cold Poison being neutralized. The powerful light flas and divine properties of her martial soul resisted even his ultimate ice.
"Angel Assault!"
Qian Renxue steadied herself, her soul power and body recovering. Without her sword, she imdiately launched her soul skill to attack Chen Ming.
Concentrating her light soul power in her fists, Qian Renxue flapped her three pairs of wings, propelling herself toward Chen Ming like an arrow. Her seemingly delicate fists carried a terrifying destructive force capable of killing ten thousand-year-old soul beasts with a single punch. Though it was only her first soul skill, the abilities granted by the Seraphim martial soul were far beyond ordinary.
Chen Ming's expression shifted slightly, and he activated the soul skill attached to the bone in his left palm. In an instant, his entire left arm transford into what looked like a masterpiece sculpted from ice. Layers of frost enveloped his arm, forming a brilliant blue suit of armor.
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