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Chapter 434 Ten Thousand Souls Douluo
Inside the training ground, the dark aura quietly dissipated, and light reappeared.

The soul-powered short sword in Lin You's hand turned into specks of light and dissipated, the icy touch of the blade leaving Song Yi's neck still lingering.

Song Yi sat in his specially made soul-guided wheelchair, remained silent for a moment, and the battle-hardened, iron-blooded aura on his face slowly faded, replaced by a complex and unfathomable expression.

He looked at the young man in front of him, who was much younger than his grandson, and finally let out a long sigh.

"That's it, that's all."

Song Yi waved his hand, his voice slightly hoarse but also conveying a sense of relief, "I have lost, and I accept it wholeheartedly. Truly, heroes emerge from among the young, and the younger generation surpasses the older."

He stared intently at Lin You: "You little rascal, you've been hiding your true colors pretty well."

Lin You smiled slightly, suppressing his imposing aura and reverting to his harmless demeanor: "Lord Song, you flatter me. You are experienced and powerful. If I hadn't been injured, I would have been no match for you."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, the city lord probably didn't even use half of his strength just now, right? This junior only managed to get away with it by using unorthodox methods."

Lin You's words weren't entirely modesty. Although the battle just now seemed intense, he could sense that Song Yi hadn't used his trump cards, such as the level nine soul tools that ordinary level nine soul masters should possess.

"Moreover," Lin You looked at Song Yi's obviously modified wheelchair, "if the City Lord were to use a level nine soul tool, no matter what type, I'm afraid I would have already been lying down."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, shaking his head vigorously with obvious self-mockery in his laughter: "Haha! Young Huo, you actually think that I, an old man, can possess a level nine soul tool? You really overestimate me, Song Yi!"

He patted the armrest of his wheelchair and said with a wry smile, "Now, I am just a Soul Master who is barely maintaining the threshold of the eighth level. Perhaps I had some ability back in Mingdu, but since I was seriously injured and trapped in Dongyang City, my cultivation has regressed instead of progressed, and my research on Soul Guidance Devices has stagnated."

"A level nine soul tool?"

Song Yi scoffed, "The resources required for that thing are enormous, not to mention the core technology and top-tier materials. Heh, looking across the entire empire, who among those capable of manufacturing level-nine soul tools isn't in the Mingde Hall of Mingdu? What am I now? Just a cripple exiled to the frontier! Even if they had the price, they wouldn't sell it to me. And what can you do?"

By the end, Song Yi's voice was filled with helplessness and dejection, making Lin You feel a little embarrassed.

Indeed, there seems to be nothing to be proud of in bullying an elderly person who is disabled and ostracized.

However, through this real-world experience, Lin You also gained a clear understanding of his current strength.

Without relying on the Unicorn Armor, solely with his elemental martial soul and his own soul bone and soul skills, he already possesses enough combat power to directly confront and even suppress an injured Title Douluo, absolutely surpassing any level eight soul master.

If one were to don the upgraded and completed Unicorn Armor, their combat power would increase exponentially. While its exact limits are still unknown, it should be sufficient to cope with the upcoming changes.

Just then, outside the training ground, above the city lord's mansion, a sinister laugh suddenly rang out. The laugh was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, sending chills down one's spine.

"Hehehehe..." As the laughter rang out, a chilling aura seemed to appear out of thin air, quickly enveloping the entire city lord's mansion.

The once clear sky seemed to have darkened, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood and decay.

Song Yi's expression suddenly changed, and he looked up sharply in the direction from which the sound came.

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, near the Soul Guidance Array at the North Gate, a hunched figure slowly rose into the air.

It was an old man who looked to be at least seventy years old, wearing a black robe embroidered with eerie skull patterns. His face was withered, and his eyes were sunken, gleaming with a ghostly green light.

He did not release his martial spirit on his own initiative, nor did he make any aggressive moves, but the overwhelming chilling aura and undisguised malice had already revealed his identity and purpose.

A malevolent soul master from the Holy Spirit Cult! And a Title Douluo at that!
"Lord Song," the old man hovered in mid-air, looking down at the training ground, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, "I heard from my men that a very important guest has arrived at your city lord's mansion? So much so that you, the dignified city lord, need to personally accompany him in the training ground, hehehehe..."

Song Yi's heart sank.

Oh no! Why is he here?

How could the news of my meeting with Lin You, which lasted only a little over an hour, have reached the soul guidance array outside the city so quickly?

In an instant, Song Yi realized that his city lord's mansion had probably been infiltrated like a sieve! It was even possible that Lin You had been under surveillance from the moment he entered the "North Wind" tavern.

Lin You's "treasonous" remarks and my failure to immediately expel him have probably given the other party leverage over me!
“They’re from the Holy Spirit Cult.” Lin You stood still, looking up at the old man in mid-air, a playful smile on his face. “Perfect timing, I also have something I’d like to ask them for advice on.”

"No!" Song Yi's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly whispered to Lin You, "Brother Huo, you must not act rashly! This is an elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, known as 'Ten Thousand Souls,' whose strength is unfathomable and whose methods are extremely vicious!"

Although Song Yi had always despised the Holy Spirit Cult, a group of scum who cultivated by absorbing the soul power, life force, and even souls of others, and wished he could get rid of them as soon as possible, he was also aware of the Holy Spirit Cult's overwhelming power in the Sun Moon Empire.

The Holy Spirit Cult had long been established as the state religion, its influence deeply entrenched, and its relationship with the imperial family extremely close. There were even rumors that the current Crown Prince, Xu Tianran, had taken the enigmatic and unpredictable Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult as his godmother! This connection was practically tantamount to placing him on equal footing with the emperor!

Although Song Yi was the lord of Dongyang City and held military power, he could only endure the elders of the Holy Spirit Cult.

“Although I can’t stand their behavior,” Song Yi said quickly, “I can only reach a tacit understanding with them to keep to myself. My bottom line is that they cannot harm the people and soldiers in my Dongyang City. Over the years, they have always adhered to this red line.”

“But his sudden visit today is clearly ill-intentioned!” A hint of worry flashed in Song Yi’s eyes. “He probably sensed something. After all, the Holy Spirit Church has an extraordinary relationship with the current royal family, especially His Highness the Crown Prince.”

(End of this chapter)