The Glory of the Sun and Moon in the Peerless Tang Sect

Night had fallen, and the autumn night at sea was bitterly cold. The fifty or sixty soldiers of the Lan Hai Soul Master Corps guarding the deck were all huddled up, occasionally moving their hands and feet to keep warm and maintain their body temperature.

Not all Soul Masters can be immune to heat and cold. To achieve this, one either needs a special Martial Soul, such as one with ice and fire attributes, or one needs a powerful Soul Power cultivation.

In the Lan Hai Soul Master Corps, a ragtag Soul Master Corps that ranks no higher than any other in the Sun Moon Empire, the number of soldiers who meet these requirements is clearly less than one in a hundred.

The soldiers' cultivation levels varied greatly, with the vast majority only possessing around level 30 in soul power. Furthermore, these soul masters' training methods almost entirely focused on increasing soul power, making their physical attributes far inferior to the traditional soul masters of the three major empires of the Douluo Continent. At best, they were only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

"Damn it, we're just destined to suffer. Unlike those noble ladies." A tall, thin young man in a black outfit exhaled a puff of hot air as he complained to his colleague.

Unlike the dark and cold deck, the five cabins on the giant ship's deck were still brightly lit, and even the rooms of the noble ladies were equipped with soul guides that could keep them warm.

The person next to the tall, thin youth looked to be about the same age, except that his physique was almost spherical. The short, stout youth sat down against the railing on the deck, a strange smile flashing in his small eyes. He shifted his obese body slightly, then put his hands together and said sarcastically, "Isn't it because we didn't work hard enough? We should know how to be grateful. Just be grateful and that's all."

"Effort? What's the point of effort? Will effort give you a powerful martial soul like those noble children born with it?"

The tall, thin youth snorted and sat down next to the short, stout youth, looking dejected. They came from the same fishing village on the coastal border of the Sun Moon Empire, and the two were already quite familiar with each other. He naturally understood what the short, stout youth meant; he was just going along with it and complaining.

The short, fat youth kicked the tall, thin youth and gave him a lewd smile.

"How about it, why don't you try knocking on the doors of those noble ladies? What if some blind girl takes a liking to you? You might just rise to the top in one step."

"Go yourself if you want. I don't want to cause trouble. I have that much self-awareness." The tall, thin young man replied irritably, while looking around.

No matter how bad their discipline was, the Lan Hai Soul Regiment dared not slack off in front of their division commander.

Unfortunately, Yu Yun happened to be leading several soldiers up the iron plate erected in the harbor onto the deck.

"Stop slacking off, the division commander is here." He quickly shouted to his comrade beside him, then stood up straight with a quick wit.

A series of scattered sounds of people getting up rang out, and the slender Yu Yun coldly stared at the soldiers on the deck.

"We're preparing to return tomorrow morning, so everyone better be alert."

"Yes, Division Commander!"

The crowd responded in unison, but strangely, every soldier in the Lan Hai Soul Master Corps only heard their own voice. Even though their comrades were right beside them.

Immediately afterwards, the deck, which had been slightly lit, was plunged into a deathly darkness without warning.

Yu Yun clutched his head, which was throbbing with intense pain. His dark red eyes were bloodshot, and his face turned deathly pale. Even his consciousness began to blur.

But as a Soul Saint-level expert, he quickly reacted and roared as he released his Martial Soul.

"Enemy attack! All personnel prepare for battle."

One white, two yellow, three purple, and one black spirit ring appeared one after another, slowly pulsating around his body. His withered muscles swelled up, and most strangely, a black tortoise shell with bizarre yellow patterns appeared out of thin air on his chest, abdomen, and back.

But his low growl was completely in vain. Even with his Soul Saint level cultivation, he almost lost consciousness, let alone the soldiers of the Lan Hai Soul Master Corps whose cultivation levels varied greatly.

"Sea Turtle Martial Soul?" A hoarse voice rang out in the darkness. At first glance, it seemed to be quite far away, but the next moment it seemed to explode right next to Yu Yun's ear.

Yu Yun's hair stood on end as his first, third, fourth, and sixth spirit rings shone almost simultaneously.

"Who goes there?!"

His low growl was noticeably less forceful than before.

The bizarre scene before him reminded him of the domains that only a very few Soul Masters could possess. If it really was a domain, his earlier roar probably wouldn't have carried.

He could only stall for time, hoping the West Sea Soul Master Corps at the port would notice the unusual situation on the deck. If he could hold out until Hai Xiao arrived, his level eight Soul Master cultivation would be enough to stabilize the situation.

He responded calmly.

Amplified by the four defensive soul skills, Yu Yun's black tortoise shell swelled several times in size, completely covering his slender body. Dark soul power shimmered on the surface of the shell, seemingly solidified. Standing there quietly, he exuded an imposing, unyielding aura.

His sea turtle martial soul already possessed astonishing defensive power, and he was quite confident in it. With four defensive soul skills released simultaneously, his current defensive strength was only slightly less than when he used his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Body.

Yu Yun didn't want to use his Martial Soul True Body. He had worked hard to climb from a commoner to the powerful leader of the Vast Ocean Soul Master Corps, and he valued his life more than anyone else.

He can use his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Body, but he needs to accumulate soul power, unlike other soul skills that can be activated instantly. Activating four soul skills at the same time is already the limit of what he can do.

However, this is utterly meaningless in the face of absolute power.

A muffled groan escaped Yu Yun's lips, followed by a series of sounds resembling the shattering of a mirror. Suddenly, countless dense patterns appeared on the thick, massive black tortoise shell that enveloped him.

Then, in a deafening crash, it shattered into countless points of light.

"Bang—" A loosely clenched hand pierced through Yu Yun's left chest.

As the darkness gradually dissipated, the light from the soul-guided device in the main hall revealed a wiry old man clad in deep purple dragon-patterned armor. Three claw marks above his right eye were stained with a messy trail of blood. His appearance sent chills down one's spine.

"Cough cough—" Yu Yun struggled to turn around and saw the ferocious purple dragon head on the old man's chest, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"The Emperor—the Imperial Dragon..."

Bright red blood spilled from his mouth and nose. He opened his mouth but before he could finish speaking, he fell silent.

The newcomers were Wang Xiao and his group, who had come to rescue Xu Zihuang.

Yao Yang's figure appeared right behind Wang Xiao, along with the more than forty elite members of the former Emperor Dragon Soul Instructor Group.

As for the remaining soldiers of the Vast Ocean Soul Master Corps, they all collapsed on the deck, bleeding from all seven orifices, and the cabins where the noble ladies lived became completely silent.

Chapter 7 Meeting

Thick black mist swirled around Yao Yang, and the light from the two shining black spirit rings—one yellow, three purple, and three black—ranked fifth and sixth among his seven spirit rings, gradually dimmed.

Those eerie, blood-red eyes turned unusually cold, and the extremely chilling aura made Wang Xiao unable to help but glance at them.

He released that dark attribute domain, but the one who wiped out the entire Lan Hai Soul Master Team and severely injured Yun's Sea of ​​Spirit was Yao Yang.

A Soul Master with powerful spiritual attributes is truly terrifying.

"Uncle, rest assured, I did not devour the souls of those soldiers. I promised His Highness the Prince." Yao Yang raised his head and met Wang Xiao's gaze without flinching, his tone firm and moving.

His martial soul is a special kind called the Siren, which is inherently of the spiritual attribute. This is also the martial soul passed down through generations of his family.

However, when he awakened his martial soul, it mutated, gaining the ability to devour the souls of humans and soul beasts. This special ability even attracted the attention of the Holy Spirit Cult, leading to the massacre of his entire family, with only him being kidnapped.

He was later rescued by Xu Zihuang's father and was able to escape.

Wang Xiao withdrew his right hand, which was piercing through Yun's left chest, and nodded blankly.

It had been over a decade since he and Xu Zihuang's father rescued Yao Yang from the Holy Spirit Cult. To be honest, Yao Yang's current strength far exceeded his expectations. He found it hard to reconcile the image of the boy in his memory, filled with despair and resentment at his inability to protect his family, with the Yao Yang before him.

Exhaling a heavy breath, Wang Xiao once again fixed his gaze firmly on the island before him.

It wasn't just out of trust in Yao Yang, but more importantly, the rescue plan was urgent.

"There's no time to lose. According to the previous plan, I will lead a team to hold off Hai Xiao and the main force of the West Sea Soul Master Corps. Yao Yang, you take the other team to rescue the young master."

With a low shout, Wang Xiao's body was the first to leap into the air.

The entire Vast Ocean Soul Master Corps, including its commander Yu Yun, was wiped out here, and the noble ladies in the giant ship's cabins also fell unconscious. The West Sea Soul Master Corps members quickly noticed the anomaly here.

There is now absolutely no need to hide in the shadows.

To rescue the young master, they must confront the well-equipped West Sea Soul Master Corps head-on.

Following closely behind Wang Xiao were more than twenty elite members of the former Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Corps. Each of them possessed a cultivation level of over sixty, and propelled by their level-six flying soul tools, their speed was in no way inferior to Wang Xiao's.

There are more than twenty Soul Emperors at random, which is enough to show the profound foundation of the Yuanhuang Dragon Soul Instructor Group.

A series of brilliant trails of flame pierced the night sky, and the rescue plan, which had been in the works for three years, was finally put into action!

Two yellow, two purple, and four black spirit rings—eight perfectly matched spirit rings—pulsated wildly around Wang Xiao's body, like a ferocious beast.

"Seventh Soul Skill! Martial Soul True Body!" A low roar, filled with extreme suppression and a hint of madness, rang out from his mouth. Dense black-purple flames seemed to burn on his body, transforming into a huge black-purple cocoon that enveloped him.

Immediately, a deep tiger roar resounded in mid-air, and a majestic black-winged tiger descended from the sky, swooping down towards the thick city wall, which was at least fifty meters high.

The West Sea Soul Regiment soldiers patrolling the city wall were instantly startled and looked up in horror.

Hai Xiao did indeed order them to increase their vigilance tonight, but Wang Xiao's appearance was too sudden.

The previous annihilation of Yu Yun and his Lan Hai Soul Master Corps actually took less than a breath. Relying on Yao Yang's fifth soul skill that could conceal his form and his sixth soul skill that could attack multiple people's minds, as well as Wang Xiao's dark attribute domain, they did not even show the slightest abnormality.

On the city wall, a middle-aged man who appeared to be a squad leader of the West Sea Soul Master Corps was the first to react. While releasing his martial soul, he also used his soul power to envelop his voice and shouted, "Enemy attack! All troops, listen to my command! Hold the fixed-position soul-guided cannons on the city wall and annihilate the enemy!"

The soldiers of the West Sea Soul Master Corps were significantly better than those of Yu Yun's Lan Sea Soul Master Corps.

Under the squad leader's orders, the soldiers quickly calmed down and turned the dark metal barrel of the fixed soul-guided cannon on the city wall.

To defend against the rampaging sea spirit beasts, there is a level four fixed-mount soul-guided cannon barrel on the city wall every few dozen meters.

The power of a level 4 fixed-position soul guide cannon is equivalent to a full-force attack from a Soul Master, but if all of them are combined, their power is quite terrifying.

A huge red octopus phantom appeared behind the squad leader, with two yellow, three purple, and one black soul rings rising up instantly, demonstrating his Soul Emperor level cultivation.

Although it's not the optimal soul ring combination, it's still quite good.

However, he overlooked an important issue: Wang Xiao's strength.

Wang Xiao's Black Winged Tiger, which he transformed into in his Martial Soul True Form state and was over twenty meters long, did not become clumsy due to its enormous size. Instead, it was as agile as a nimble cat.

With the aid of its black wings, its speed was astonishing. It became a black afterimage, so fast that even its shadow was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Almost as soon as the squad leader finished speaking, it was already above his head.

With a slam of tiger claws, a gaping hole was torn in the once sturdy and thick city wall amidst a deafening crash. The fixed soul-guided cannons anchored to the wall were also blown away.

"Boom—" In the desperate gaze of the squad leader, the giant tiger struck again, pinning him firmly to the bluestone floor. His limbs were twisted beyond recognition, blood gushing out, and fragments of his internal organs constantly coughing up from his nose. He was clearly beyond saving.

"Captain!" The soldiers of the West Sea Soul Regiment felt a chill run through their bodies. Even the most elite soldiers will feel fear when facing death.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and in that moment of distraction, the elite members of the Far Emperor Dragon Soul Instructor Corps following Wang Xiao had already crossed the area covered by the fixed-mounted soul guide cannon.

What followed was a complete massacre.

A top-tier Soul Douluo and an eighth-level Soul Master, plus more than twenty Soul Emperors—such a luxurious lineup would be difficult even for a Title Douluo-level expert to handle, not to mention that the soldiers of the West Sea Soul Master Corps generally have a cultivation level of around forty.

Wang Xiao did not attack the routed soldiers of the West Sea Soul Master Corps. Instead, he raised his enormous head in his Martial Soul True Form form and looked up towards the direction of the castle in the center of the island, as if sensing something.

As if in response to his gaze, a beam of blue-purple lightning, as thick as a bucket, suddenly shot out from the night sky above the castle, illuminating the island shrouded in darkness.

Hai Xiao, clad in deep blue armor, appeared in the lightning. His eyes, gleaming with a sharp light, revealed a complex mix of anger and surprise.

"Wang Xiao, it's you?! You're still alive?!"

Chapter 8 Past Events

Upon hearing Hai Xiao's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Wang Xiao's tiger eyes in his Martial Soul True Form state. Then, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he said in an unusually cold voice, "So it was indeed you who instigated the two Evil Douluos who assassinated His Highness the Prince back then."

Ten years ago, Xu Zihuang's father concealed his identity and traveled within the territories of the three major empires of the former Douluo Continent, with Xu Zihuang accompanying him as his sole bodyguard. Just as they reached the northwestern border of the Heavenly Soul Empire and were preparing to return to the Sun Moon Empire, they suddenly encountered two Title Douluo-level evil soul masters.