Douluo Continent: Starting from Killing Arou with a Single Sword.

A dozen or so people instinctively formed a circle, as if sticking together made them feel safer. Ning Mumu's gaze darkened slightly, her eyes filled with unwavering worry. She scanned the soul beasts before her one by one, then calmly named the ones she knew.

"A ten-thousand-year-old green ivy python, a ten-thousand-year-old bamboo ant, a five-thousand-year-old human-faced demon spider..."

With each soul beast Ning Mumu mentioned, everyone's hearts sank a little deeper. How could a group of students barely in their twenties or thirties, along with a few guards, possibly drive away a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast? Or rather, how could they escape from a horde of soul beasts?

If it were just one or two thousand-year-old or ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, they would have a 70-80% chance of success. But they were facing at least hundreds, even thousands, of soul beasts, and each one looked formidable! How could they possibly be confident?

Ning Mumu was actually relieved that her soul beast theory class hadn't been a waste of time; she recognized most of the soul beasts present. But what good was simply recognizing them? Without revealing their trump cards, everyone present would die.

She naturally had ways to protect one or two people, but the problem was, she now had to protect more than just one or two. Ning Mumu felt a headache coming on. Moreover, Tang San and the others were the protagonists of Douluo Continent; if they died early, what impact would it have on Douluo Continent?

Ning Mumu's mind was a complete mess, the kind that couldn't be untangled. She just hoped these soul beasts weren't that brutal, and that they were just passing by.

"Mumu, what should we do?" Qian Renxue's voice was unusually panicked. She could clearly see the mockery and desire in the eyes of these soul beasts, as if they wouldn't be satisfied until they had all been devoured.

Ning Mumu gripped her sword tightly, looked at the tight encirclement, and gave a self-deprecating smile, "Unless we can burrow underground, we can only wait to die."

Everyone's hearts were heavy. How could they not know this simple ending? They were just unwilling to accept it, unwilling to die so ordinarily. Now, Ning Mumu's words had laid bare their thoughts, and an atmosphere of despair permeated the small circle of people.

"Alright, I was just kidding. It's not that bad." Ning Mumu smiled. "Cheer up, what if the soul beast is just passing by?"

Even though her words were completely unreliable, Ning Mumu still spoke them. What if they worked? Back in the cultivation world, her senior brothers and sisters had used this method to ease her fears. But back then, she was just a little sister protected by her senior brothers and sisters; times had changed, and she had become a guardian angel protecting others.

Before anyone could even process what was happening, a millennia-old, bloodthirsty spider king had already made its move. Its body was a full eight or nine meters tall, and its long spider legs were covered in barbs and foul-smelling slime, making it utterly terrifying.

"Its weakness is its eyes, attack its eyes!" Ning Mumu slashed first, the Seven Kill Sword colliding with the spider shell, the shock making Ning Mumu's tiger's mouth numb.

The others also unleashed their full power, spamming all sorts of soul skills at the Bloodthirsty Spider King in an effort to avoid being killed by it.

Ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts are no joke; they even possess a certain level of intelligence, easily overwhelming soul masters far weaker than themselves. The Bloodthirsty Spider King had eight legs, keeping only two for standing and using the rest to attack Ning Mumu and her companions.

It seemed Ning Mumu was the first to engage, as the Bloodthirsty Spider King attacked her most fiercely, but all its attacks missed. The Bloodthirsty Spider King grew increasingly agitated, unable to comprehend how a few mere Soul Masters could repeatedly escape its grasp.

In its rage, the Bloodthirsty Spider King's attacks became chaotic. Ning Mumu seized the opportunity, deflecting the spider king's forelimbs with a single sword strike. Simultaneously, Qian Renxue swiftly followed up with a fatal blow, and the others also attacked the spider king's feet. Amidst the chaos, Ning Mumu finally pierced the Bloodthirsty Spider King's eye.

"Ahhhhh—"

The Bloodthirsty Spider King screeched sharply, seemingly not expecting to die so quickly at the hands of a human soul master, despite the vast difference in their abilities.

It's not that the Bloodthirsty Spider King was arrogant; it was a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, and normally it could easily kill these soul masters. However, it, or rather, everyone present, was unaware of Ning Mumu's true strength. She was a Mahayana stage cultivator, who routinely slew demons and monsters, encountering countless creatures. Later, during the war to protect the cultivation world, she faced even more numerous beast tides.

It's fair to say that she could handle all these soul beasts by herself today. However, Ning Mumu smiled wryly, knowing that the secret of converting soul power into spiritual power couldn't be revealed now; she had to wait for the right opportunity.

But when will the right time come?

Mu Mu: I really want to dominate everyone, but I can't reveal myself (；￣д￣)