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

Staying on the island means certain death. Leaving with Xu Zihuang offers a slim chance of survival.

However, before she could finish speaking, Xu Zihuang interrupted her directly, his calm purple eyes captivating.

"Those people are dead, and that's that."

Upon hearing this, Yin Ziyue had just managed a slight smile, but Xu Zihuang's next words instantly froze her smile.

“But you seem to overestimate your value. It’s not worth dragging my men down with you. Their lives are far more precious than yours.” Xu Zihuang walked slowly to Yin Ziyue with a blank expression, and in the next instant, he suddenly snatched the soul-guided longsword from one of the soldiers and plunged it into her snow-white throat.

It wasn't until Xu Zihuang returned the Soul Guiding Sword, stained with warm blood, to the soldier that everyone came to their senses and looked at Xu Zihuang with eager eyes.

This young master was even more decisive and ruthless than they had imagined. But it was a lord like him who was worthy of their loyalty.

Yao Yang made no attempt to hide his admiration for Xu Zihuang.

“Uncle Zhengxuan, if you could be like Zihuang, you wouldn’t have ended up like that.”

Chapter 12 Rumble

Xu Zihuang indifferently stepped over Yin Ziyue's corpse, glanced around at everyone, and said nothing more.

This was his first real murder, and everything seemed so calm. It wasn't that he was inherently devoid of emotion or indifferent to life, but rather that he had been mentally prepared from the very beginning.

He had great ambitions; he not only wanted to make Xu Tianran and his son pay for their blood debts, but he also coveted the throne of the Sun Moon Empire.

If his father had been more ruthless back then, Xu Tianran and his son would never have had a chance.

After experiencing three years of imprisonment, he deeply realized the importance of power and rights.

Whether human or spirit beast, he wanted to subjugate all living beings and become the sole ruler of the continent. This was his desire, amplified infinitely.

The road ahead will inevitably be fraught with thorns, and his hands will inevitably be stained with blood.

Killing Yin Ziyue was merely the first step in establishing his authority. These remnants of the Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps, the foundation upon which he built his power, needed to be firmly under his control.

Having awakened his past life memories and become familiar with the plot, he has now constructed a general framework in his mind. Shrek Academy is the most crucial stepping stone within it. His first martial soul, the Golden Eye, has never been revealed. In the future, if he chooses the Golden Eye as his main martial soul and changes his name to study at Shrek Academy, who would guess it's him? Moreover, his second martial soul is actually somewhat different from the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon martial soul of the Sun Moon Empire's royal family.

With his talent, gaining the attention of Shrek Academy's higher-ups wouldn't be difficult. This would essentially provide him with an invisible protective shield. He could also develop his network within Shrek Academy and meet Xu He, also known as He Caitou, his cousin who had shared a similar experience.

He believed that given He Caitou's resentment towards Xu Tianran and his son, He Caitou would definitely side with him. He Caitou's identity was even more special than his own, and he could make good use of him.

Of course, all of this is based on the common goal of avenging Xu Tianran and his son. If it really comes down to seizing the throne, he will have grown up by then, and He Caitou will no longer be a threat to him.

"Zihuang." Yao Yang's gentle voice brought Xu Zihuang back to his senses.

Xu Zihuang glanced to the side and saw that Yao Yang had somehow acquired a pair of slender, dark red folded wings. The wings were semi-transparent, and behind them were ten jet nozzles.

"This is a level seven flying soul tool?" Xu Zihuang wasn't too surprised. Given his status back then, he had seen quite a few level nine soul tools. Knowing that Yao Yang was preparing to take him into the air as planned, Xu Zihuang quickly adjusted his physical condition.

"Get ready!"

Yao Yang tucked Xu Zihuang under his arm, and with a low shout, the ten jets on his broken wings simultaneously emitted intense white light. Immediately afterward, Xu Zihuang felt a powerful force surge from his waist, and only with the powerful vision of his Golden Eye Martial Soul could he barely make out the rapidly passing scenery around him.

The piercing shriek also affected Xu Zihuang's senses, to the point that his body felt somewhat overwhelmed within seconds. But soon, a gentle aura of soul power enveloped his body, and the previous discomfort vanished instantly. He was horrified to find himself five hundred meters above the island.

At this moment, Yao Yang also noticed Xu Zihuang, whose body was surrounded by strange spiritual energy fluctuations after releasing his Golden Eye Martial Soul. Looking at Xu Zihuang's drastically changed golden eyes, especially the obscure and complex golden patterns around the pupils, he unusually showed astonishment. He gave Xu Zihuang a deep look, but forcefully suppressed his urgent urge to ask questions.

Now is clearly not the time to ask questions.

The level-seven flying soul tool on Yao Yang's back, with its dazzling tail flame, was hard to miss in the night sky.

Seeing the dazzling light streak across the island, the soldiers of the Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps, who were engaged in battle with the main force of the West Sea Soul Master Corps in the center of the island, fought hard to repel the West Sea Soul Master Corps soldiers who were blocking their way.

"All units take off!"

One after another, flying soul tools appeared behind the soldiers of the Imperial Dragon Soul Guidance Corps, their tail flames of various colors illuminating the entire island almost completely.

Seeing this, Qiu Ying, the deputy leader of the West Sea Soul Master Corps, had a face so dark it was almost dripping with water.

They really came prepared!

All members of the Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps are equipped with flying soul tools of level six or above. Although the West Sea Soul Master Corps is also equipped with flying soul tools, there is a huge gap in both quantity and quality.

"Use ranged soul skills and soul tools, don't let a single one escape! Bring out all the flying soul tools!" Qiu Ying shouted, mobilizing his soul power.

The West Sea Soul Master Corps suffered heavy losses in this battle. If they were to let these people escape, given the ruthless nature of that eldest prince, apart from Hai Xiao, who was his confidant, probably none of them would survive.

But what answered him was a deafening roar. A terrifying orange-red mushroom cloud rose up behind him without warning, carrying intense heat that caused him, even in his Martial Soul Possession state, to feel a sharp, stinging pain.

Screams and the sound of rocks falling were incessant, and many soldiers of the West Sea Soul Regiment who were close to the orange-red mushroom cloud were even vaporized, leaving only a black shadow on the ground.

"A level 7 high-explosive fixed-mount soul-guided cannon?" The Qiu Battalion's eyes were filled with despair, because there were still more than twenty regiments of orange-red mushroom clouds rising up behind them.

"It's over, it's all over..."

More than twenty level-seven fixed-position soul-guided cannons could almost destroy a small city; this island had no chance of survival. He completely gave up resistance, his hands hanging limply at his sides. After this, their West Sea Soul Master Corps would likely be annihilated here.

The scorching, surging airwaves ripped massive cracks into the sturdy five-story castle, making it seem as if it would collapse at any moment. On the flat-roofed balcony, Elder Yu retracted the fixed-mounted soul-guided cannon, barely maintaining his balance, and simultaneously released his flight soul-guided device, anxiously urging those around him, "Anyone who doesn't want to die, take off! Quickly! Quickly! Quickly!"

"Yes, Elder Yu!"

They were also using flight-type soul tools to take off, but compared to the twenty-odd people who had fought against the main force of the West Sea Soul Guild, they had now lost the initiative. Moreover, their cultivation levels were only in the fifties, and their flight soul tools were only level five. Many of them showed fear in their eyes, but they did not panic.

From the beginning, they knew that staying here to fire fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells would carry the risk of being caught in the crossfire. The power and coverage of a level 7 fixed-position soul-guided cannon were simply too great, let alone more than twenty of them firing simultaneously.

The intense heat instantly engulfed the entire castle, and at least seven or eight soldiers from the Imperial Dragon Soul Corps were swallowed up.

Old Yu clenched his fists and glanced back, then quickly looked away, channeling all his soul power into the flying soul tool on his back.

Although he had anticipated this situation, seeing it with his own eyes still caused him a pang of pain.

Chapter 13 Ultimate Thunder and Escape

Xu Zihuang, sheltered under Yao Yang's arm, looked down at the island that had turned into a red inferno, his expression wistful.

In fact, Yao Yang had already hinted at it to him before. But he also knew that this was already the best possible outcome. Wang Xiao had only brought a mere forty-odd people, and if they continued to entangle themselves with the West Sea Soul Master Corps, their losses would only increase.

A group of soldiers from the Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps quickly used their flying soul tools to approach Yao Yang and Xu Zihuang. Besides Elder Yu and others who had already met Xu Zihuang, there was also another group of people who had previously fought against the main force of the West Sea Soul Master Corps.

Of the original twenty-three Soul Emperors, only nineteen remain. Many of them sustained injuries to varying degrees, but none were serious.

On the other hand, of the original twenty-one people on Elder Yu's side, only thirteen have arrived safely.

"Little Lord."

The group surrounded Xu Zihuang. Although their faces were solemn with grief over the loss of their comrade, they knew that rescuing Xu Zihuang would make it all worthwhile.

There are always deaths in war.

But at that moment, countless dazzling blue-purple bolts of lightning poured down from the night sky like a waterfall.

Yao Yang, who had the highest soul power cultivation present and was a spirit-attribute soul master, reacted instantly and shouted, "Everyone, scatter!"

Everyone instinctively looked up, while simultaneously heeding Yao Yang's reminder to use their flying soul tools to spread out. From the blue-purple lightning pillars, each over a meter in diameter, they sensed an extremely dangerous aura.

The source of the blue-purple lightning bolt was Hai Xiao, who had already returned to human form. His original deep blue armor was shattered, and a deep, bone-revealing wound ran from his powerful chest to his abdomen. His face was as pale as gold leaf. Because his lungs had been torn, his violent breathing sounded like a broken bellows.

The eighth-ranked black spirit ring was lit up, and a dense burst of lightning surged across his body.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Purple Thunder Heavenly Prison!"

A trickle of blood slid from the corner of Hai Xiao's mouth, his voice unusually low.

"In this way, I can say that I have done right by His Highness the First Prince."

Wang Xiao, who had also deactivated his Martial Soul True Body state, changed his expression drastically upon seeing the scene before him.

Although his cultivation was much stronger than Hai Xiao's, he couldn't possibly block all of Hai Xiao's eighth soul skill, which was unleashed after exhausting all of Hai Xiao's soul power.

His martial soul is the Tyrant King, an extremely unique existence among all tiger-type martial souls. It possesses both darkness and wind attributes, and in terms of martial soul quality, it is in no way inferior to the White Tiger martial soul inherited by the White Tiger Duke lineage of the Star Luo Empire. It also possesses both speed and strength, with virtually no weaknesses. It is undoubtedly a top-tier beast martial soul.

Unfortunately, he's not known for his defensive capabilities. Right now, he can only do his best to protect Xu Zihuang and the others.

He couldn't help but feel annoyed that he hadn't been able to stop Haixiao's desperate counterattack.

Hai Xiao smiled bitterly, gazing into the distance at the sea to the east of the island. Beyond that sea lay the country that had given him birth and nurtured him.

Scenes from the past flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. He felt much more relaxed now.

Perhaps he had already made up his mind when he learned that Xu Tianran was colluding with evil spirit masters. Dying here would be a relief for him.

As his consciousness gradually faded, he mustered his strength and used his eighth soul skill to weaken the power of the blue-purple lightning pillars surrounding Xu Zihuang.

Xu Tianran had shown him great kindness, but Xu Zihuang's father, Xu Zhengxuan, had also been kind to him in the past. This is one of the reasons why he has treated Xu Zihuang with such courtesy over the years.

Although he knew that Wang Xiao was strong enough to protect Xu Zihuang, he didn't want Xu Zihuang to take too much risk. At the same time, he was also fulfilling his duty as Xu Tianran's subject.

This was his final act of conviction. He had lived a life without regrets.

"Everyone, move closer to me!"

Wang Xiao, who was about to use his soul skill to protect everyone, suddenly froze upon hearing Xu Zihuang's voice. The other Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps soldiers, who were frantically activating their flying soul tools, also turned their gazes to Xu Zihuang.

At this moment, Xu Zihuang, who had been protected by Yao Yang, let his medium-length hair fall loose again, with a few strands of eerie purple hair on his forehead and temples fluttering in the wind. His pair of cold, vertical pupils, glowing with a purple light, seemed to carry endless majesty, while in his right hand, a ball of dark purple lightning was also surging, the restless lightning element giving off an aura of endless oppression.

Under Xu Zihuang's control, the dark purple lightning in his palm condensed into lightning threads about the thickness of a finger.

To everyone's astonishment, Hai Xiao's blue-purple lightning pillar, condensed from his eighth soul skill, mysteriously dissipated as if melting snow when it touched the black-purple lightning threads in Xu Zihuang's palm.

"Ultimate Lightning?!" Hai Xiao stammered, his mouth full of blood. Looking at the imposing Xu Zihuang, he was first stunned, then his stiff face revealed the most relieved smile he had ever had in his life.

"May God bless my sun and moon!"

Lightning is formed from the righteous energy of heaven and earth, and it has an innate advantage against evil spirit masters. The ultimate lightning, in particular, is no less effective at suppressing evil spirit masters than the angelic lineage did ten thousand years ago.

He seemed to see countless evil spirit masters being annihilated under the sky full of lightning.

He didn't know if Xu Zihuang's future growth would be a good thing for Xu Tianran and his son, who were currently in power in the Sun Moon Empire. But it would definitely be the end for those evil soul masters.

With his obsession fading, Hai Xiao could no longer maintain his balance. He closed his eyes and plummeted straight down, engulfed by the terrifyingly hot airwave.

He and his subordinates will be buried here forever.

In an instant, the threads Xu Zihuang condensed formed a lightning net about ten meters in diameter in front of him. Under the protection of this lightning net, this space seemed to become a last sanctuary. Although everyone was astonished by Xu Zihuang's methods, their formidable combat skills allowed them to react immediately.

Wang Xiao casually crushed the blue-purple lightning pillars pouring towards him, his breathing becoming slightly rapid. It was unclear whether this was due to the excessive consumption of his soul power in the battle with Hai Xiao, or because his emotions were too agitated.

"It's actually the ultimate lightning! Young Master truly lives up to his reputation as the descendant of His Highness the Prince and His Highness the Princess."

The inheritance of a martial soul is directly related to both parents. Xu Zihuang's martial soul is clearly not the kind that mutates from nothing. Because he could clearly feel that when Xu Zihuang used his martial soul, the two equally powerful yet completely different bloodline energies within him were quietly merging together. He was certain that one of the auras was the unique destructive power of the Zihuang Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul.

He was one of the few people who knew the identity of Xu Zihuang's mother.

The dark purple lightning crackling in his palm gradually dimmed. Looking at the night sky returning to calm, Xu Zihuang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately lost consciousness.