章節 192: Chapter 192: Terror
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"Who are you!?"
The sudden appearance of a strange figure in front of her made Ning Rongrong instinctively vigilant and defensive, asking in a cold voice.
Zeng Yi did not speak, but there was a sharp look in his eyes, and the sense of crisis in his heart grew stronger.
The previous feeling was because of these three people in front of him.
His expression became serious, and a sense of coldness began to pervade the space.
To have such a sense of crisis, it seemed that these people had been observing him nearby all the time. However, he didn't sense their presence through his spiritual sense. Their hidden abilities clearly surpassed him by a large margin.
Soul Saint? Or Soul Douluo?
Looking at the three people in front of him, one woman and two men, Zeng Yi was somewhat shocked. Cold sweat even appeared on his forehead involuntarily.
The only thing Zeng Yi could be sure of was that these people had ill intentions.
Especially the white-haired old man behind the mysterious woman, who stood quietly there with closed eyelids and hands casually placed behind his back, seemingly ordinary. If one did not pay special attention to him, it was as if he didn't exist here, giving off an incredibly unreal feeling.
But when Zeng Yi tried to sense him spiritually, it was like facing a bottomless abyss, seemingly boundless, deep, mysterious, and terrifying.
This feeling, Zeng Yi had only felt it in one person.
That person was his master, Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!
Could this old man also be...
Zeng Yi's mind sank again, the alarm bells ringing loudly, and even his breath felt heavy.
Titled Douluo!!!
Leaving aside the other two, Zeng Yi could sense the aura emanating from the two of them. The middle-aged man's energy fluctuations were similar to Flender's, estimated to be another Soul Saint-level expert. As for this mysterious woman with a purple veil, based on her appearance, she should be the leader of their team. From her, Zeng Yi could also sense a dangerous aura, indicating that she was a powerful soul master.
At least, in his current state, he couldn't defeat her.
Flender's mind was also greatly shaken. He felt a sense of danger from the two people behind the woman, even as a Soul Saint, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against them.
Moreover, running away was not an option! His student, Zhu Zhuqing, was currently absorbing soul rings and had just started. It would definitely take several hours to complete. He couldn't possibly abandon his student and escape.
Hope they don't have malicious intentions.
"It's her!"
After clearly seeing Ning Rongrong's face, the woman was somewhat surprised. She originally thought that this was just a direct disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul. She didn't expect this person to be the beloved daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master.
Although it had been a long time, she could still recognize some familiar features from this face.
"I thought it was someone causing the soul beast riot. It turns out to be a friend from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." The woman looked at the few people in front of her, her voice sounding somewhat holy and ethereal.
She looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was sitting on the ground fusing her soul rings, and her gaze finally stopped on Zeng Yi, a smile of interest appearing on her face.
"I wonder what the little brother is called?"
Seeing that the woman's gaze had been fixed on Zeng Yi, although he couldn't see how she looked, from her graceful figure and ethereal temperament, he could tell that she was a beautiful woman.
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but step in front of Zeng Yi, acting like a mother protecting her hen, "Before asking others, shouldn't you first introduce yourself?"
"Bold! How dares she..."
The middle-aged man took a step forward, his aura suddenly surging, and shouted at Ning Rongrong. But before he could finish his words, a slender jade hand appeared in front of him, choking back his words.
"Step back!"
The woman glanced lightly, coldly ordering, radiating endless authority that made people feel like worshipping her.
"Yes."
Warned by the woman, the middle-aged man slightly bowed his body and stepped back.
Ning Rongrong, overwhelmed by the aura displayed by that person just now, stumbled back, as if she was about to fall.
But Ning Rongrong felt someone supporting her from behind. When she turned around, she saw that Zeng Yi had held onto her shoulders.
"You back off, let me deal with them."
Zeng Yi's voice sounded softly in her ear, calming her down.
Zeng Yi stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the mysterious woman. The previous incident made him realize that she was the person in charge.
"We are from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. We came to the Star Dou Forest this time to help our junior sister obtain soul rings. My name is Zeng Yi, and my master is Sword Douluo." Zeng Yi said to the woman.
He didn't mention that they were from Shrek Academy because Shrek Academy didn't have much reputation in the soul master world, not many people knew about it, and their strength was not that remarkable. On the other hand, using the identity of a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect member, as one of the top three sects, it had a much stronger deterrent effect than Shrek. Moreover, by mentioning that he was Sword Douluo's disciple, it would make the other party feel wary.
Although he couldn't match the other party in strength, his background wasn't insignificant.
Even if the opponent was a Titled Douluo, so what? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had two Titled Douluos, and both of them were considered outstanding among the Titled Douluos.
As for the Titled Douluo on the opposite side, Zeng Yi had assessed his strength, which was only at the ninety-first level of soul power. His master, Sword Douluo, could deal with him easily.
Although Sword Douluo wasn't here now, his reputation was enough to make this Titled Douluo wary.
Sure enough, as soon as the old man heard that Zeng Yi was Sword Douluo's disciple, he opened his eyelids sharply, his gaze icy as he stared at Zeng Yi. For a moment, Zeng Yi felt a pressure like a bottomless chasm descending on his body, making his soul tremble and his bones crackle, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
Terrifying!
And this pressure vanished instantly.
But even in that split second, Zeng Yi's whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of a pool. His body trembled slightly, panting heavily, and took a few steps back as if he was about to fall.
"Zeng Yi!"
Seeing Zeng Yi in such a state, Ning Rongrong was greatly shocked and wanted to come over to support him. Flender's face also darkened, and a loud cry of an eagle echoed in the air. The seven soul rings were silently released, and a powerful soul power swept the entire area.
"Don't come over! Don't intervene!"
Feeling Flender's soul power, Zeng Yi shouted with all his strength. Ning Rongrong's footsteps halted, and it was the first time she saw Zeng Yi, who was usually full of confidence, in such a state. Looking at his back, her heart couldn't help but ache.
Flender also withdrew his soul power, his face even uglier, tightly clenched fists filled with unwillingness.
It shouldn't be him who had to bear this. He couldn't even protect his own student. He, the dean, was truly a failure!
Zeng Yi struggled to lift his eyelids, staring closely at the old man, feeling helpless.
If the old man wanted to kill him, he had no ability to resist.
Was this the true power of a Titled Douluo?
Zeng Yi had fought against Sword Douluo, but Sword Douluo had merely played around with him, not even using a trace of his soul power, and made him extremely miserable. Even his desperate strike had been easily broken.
However, Zeng Yi was somewhat proud. After all, he had fought against a Titled Douluo, which made him somewhat complacent.
But after truly witnessing the strength of a Titled Douluo, Zeng Yi realized that he was wrong, very wrong.
Just the overwhelming aura was nearly enough to make him collapse.
Moreover, this Titled Douluo had just become one and had a soul power of only the ninety-first level.
It was unimaginable how much Sword Douluo had held back.
Seeing that Zeng Yi hadn't fallen and the shining soul rings around him, the old man was somewhat surprised.
That was the aura of a Titled Douluo level. Although it was only for an instant, it was not something a small Soul Elder could bear.
"Not bad."
The old man praised softly, closed his eyes again, and stood there quietly like an ordinary old man.
Feeling relieved that the old man didn't make another move, Zeng Yi turned his gaze to the woman who had been staring at him.
She was the one in charge, and if they wanted a safe departure, they could only deal with her.
But...
Qian Renxue,
Seraphim,
Level 60 Soul King.
Zeng Yi felt that he had some impression of this woman.
Spirit Hall!
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