Douluo Sharingan, I really didn't coerce Xiao Wu!

Chapter 173 Successful Escape

At the exit of the Soul Beast Forest, pursuers from the Spirit Hall arrived. The eight people dispersed and blocked the gate, preparing to capture the turtle in their dreams.

Three men dressed in purple robes were impatient. They stepped through the exit and strode inside, eager to make a great contribution.

Feng Baichen's eyes narrowed, and he stopped in his tracks. There was a dangerous aura about him.

Deep within the forest, a chilling, sinister aura emanated, icy and piercing, as if a predator lurked within, stalking its prey.

"Come back!" Feng Bailong shouted, trying to call the three back.

His usual caution reminded him that the people inside were definitely not simple and could be very dangerous. Anyone who dared to bring that rabbit must be numerous and certainly not a petty scoundrel.

The three men, with disdainful smiles, entered the Soul Beast Forest, their figures vanishing without a trace, and no shouts were heard.

"Sect Master, shall we go in?" a disciple of the Wind Sword Sect asked.

All four possessed sword-type martial souls and were at the Soul Emperor realm. They wielded blood-red longswords, which differed somewhat from Feng Baichen's martial soul.

"what!"

Before Feng Bailong could speak, a commotion broke out in the forest, followed by a piercing scream of unbearable pain that echoed through the heavens.

"It's bad, Sect Master! Something's happened to them!" a disciple of the Wind Sword Sect cried out, his expression panicked.

Clearly, the screams just now came from the three purple-robed bishops, and they have probably been killed.

Feng Bailong's face was grim. The three men were deacons of the Spirit Hall. Although they were not high-ranking, if something happened to them under his command, he would have a hard time explaining it to his superiors.

"These idiots!" he cursed, and had no choice but to lead his four disciples into the depths of the forest.

The five people rushed inside, but the exit gate was wide open and unguarded.

Just then, a dark shadow streaked across the pitch-black night sky, flew over the city wall, and soared into the distance.

On the other side, in the pitch-black forest

Chen Xuan brandished the Kusanagi sword, and with a bang, the last corpse fell to the ground, its head severed, blood staining the soil. This place would forever remain the home of the three purple-robed bishops.

The three arrived quickly and died just as quickly. The dignified level 60 Soul Emperors did not put up any resistance before they were gone forever.

Chen Xuan was panting heavily, his body swaying slightly, looking completely exhausted.

"As expected, this ability is too taxing to be used by multiple people." He wiped away the blood and tears from the corner of his eyes. The kaleidoscope in his left eye had been shut down; the side effects were too severe, and he could not use it for a while.

Chen Xuan took out a pill and quickly swallowed it, and his depleted soul power and physical strength slowly recovered.

Just now, he buried kunai in the soil, deliberately making a noise to lure the three purple-robed bishops over.

The three were extremely confident and completely unprepared, unwittingly walking into a trap.

Chen Xuan decisively activated the Flying Thunder God Technique, instantly teleporting into the crowd. He then used the eye technique of his left Kaleidoscope—Time Forbidden—which, at such close range, even a Soul Saint couldn't dodge, let alone three low-level Soul Emperors.

In the end, he used up some of his eye power to control the three purple-robed bishops and completed the instant kill.

Chen Xuan rubbed his eyes lightly. His left eye vision had deteriorated again, and his field of vision was somewhat blurry, like a person with mild myopia.

His two Mangekyou Sharingan techniques are actually more geared towards single-target attacks. When there are many opponents, the consumption of his eye power increases, naturally increasing the burden on him.

If I were only using my eye technique on a Soul Emperor, it would be much easier, not as tiring as it is now.

"They're here really fast." Chen Xuan clicked his tongue, sensing that five people were approaching.

His physical strength and soul power had not fully recovered, but it was enough. He had no intention of defeating that Soul Douluo.

"Xiao Wu should have escaped by now," Chen Xuan muttered. He activated his senses and saw that Xiao Wu and the big bird's presence was fading away and gradually disappearing.

Fifty meters away, Feng Baichen and four sect disciples had already approached and discovered Chen Xuan's whereabouts.

"Sect Master, it seems that the rabbit has escaped," one of them said urgently.

They searched the surrounding area, exploring every hidden spot, but couldn't find any trace of the 100,000-year-old Soft-Boned Rabbit.

Moreover, there was no one else within several hundred meters except for that young man in front of them.

Feng Bailong's face remained calm and expressionless, showing no emotion whatsoever, as if he had known this beforehand.

He spoke calmly, saying, "The news has spread. Lordiara should be making its move. What's the use of that rabbit getting through the checkpoint? There are endless troops waiting for her to walk right into their trap."

The four nodded in confusion, not quite sure if it was true. It seemed that the fact that the rabbit had escaped was something the Sect Master Feng had done on purpose.

"Let's take that brat's head first, so we can report back to His Holiness the Pope," Feng Bailong said in a deep voice, pointing his emerald green longsword at the young man fifty meters away.

Seeing that his whereabouts had been exposed, Chen Xuan simply stopped hiding and stepped out from behind the boulder, facing the five formidable individuals.

"Boy, who are you to dare interfere in the affairs of our Spirit Hall? Don't you want to live?" A disciple of the Wind Sword Sect spoke with a gloomy expression, summoning his Spirit as he approached.

The others looked puzzled and confused. The person who could have taken the rabbit away was at least a level 90 Soul Power expert. This young man in front of them was a Soul King, not some Title Douluo.

They were among the first to be dispatched, unaware that Chen Xuan was also wanted, and even had a higher priority than Xiao Wu.

"The humidity is good."

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze. There were quite a few water molecules in the air. He looked at the newcomer and said while forming hand seals, "It's just the Spirit Hall. Even if your Pope came in person, I would still intervene."

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect immediately turned cold. The Spirit Hall was incredibly powerful; even the Heavenly Dou and Star Luo were overshadowed by it. The other party was speaking arrogantly, showing no regard for the Spirit Hall. It was too presumptuous.

"Boy, do you know what you're doing?" The disciple of the Wind Sword Sect had a gloomy expression.

"Enough with the nonsense, let's fight."

Facing four Soul Emperors and a Soul Douluo expert alone, Chen Xuan remained unfazed, calmly holding his cyan-gold spear.

Before rescuing Xiao Wu, he had prepared for the worst and was mentally prepared, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Feng Bailong was speechless, and couldn't help but admire this young man more. At the Soul King level, he could still be so arrogant and fearless in front of him, a Soul Douluo, which was truly rare.

With a hint of appreciation in his eyes, he said, "Your demeanor is quite good, but your strength is a bit weak."

"Sect Master, there's no need to waste time. Let me take this brat's head." The Wind Sword Sect disciple's eyes were cold, filled with killing intent.

The next moment, a black soul ring lit up beneath his feet, his aura surged, the ground melted and turned as red as blood, and a red longsword emerged, which he held in his hand.

"Boy, how dare you oppose the Spirit Hall! Go down and repent! Die!"

brush!

The disciple of the Wind Sword Sect transformed into a black shadow, moving with incredible speed. In an instant, he was upon them, his longsword flashing with blood-red light and swirling with killing intent as he thrust it toward Chen Xuan's brow.

"You're not qualified to kill me." Chen Xuan sneered. As the last seal fell, with a hiss, the spear crackled and sprang to life.

"Arrogant!" the disciple of the Wind Sword Sect roared, his blood energy surging to its peak, causing the air to tremble.

Clang!

In the pitch-black forest, lightning flashed brightly, blood energy swirled, and clanging sounds emanated, illuminating the old trees.

Chen Xuan completed the hand seal with one hand, and using the remaining force of the opponent's attack, he leaped backward into the air.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

With a whoosh, a wave of heat rolled in, and a fireball with a diameter of seven or eight meters appeared, shooting downwards with intense heat.

"Sword Formation Annihilation!" shouted the disciple of the Wind Sword Sect, unleashing a burst of soul power as he wielded his blood-red longsword.

A vast array of sword energies burst forth, their blood-red light chilling and their sharpness fully revealed. They cleaved the blazing fireball in two before being extinguished by the sheer number of sword energies.

"Is this all you have in your soul skill? Nothing special!" The disciple of the Wind Sword Sect sneered, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

The fireball was seven or eight meters long, blazing fiercely, and looked terrifying, but it was actually all bark and no bite, and was easily destroyed.

Chen Xuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"This is the last chance, kid. Leave your name, I don't kill nameless nobodies." The Wind Sword Sect disciple was calm, with an air of certainty.

However, he did not notice that there was a strange stone lying at his feet with a line of small characters written on it.

"It's truly over." Chen Xuan smiled, then swung his lapis lazuli spear.

brush!

In an instant, his figure vanished without a trace, his very presence gone, as if he had evaporated from the world.

Seeing this from afar, Feng Bailong's expression changed drastically. He unleashed all his Soul Douluo-level Soul Power and rushed out at top speed.

"Young man, stop right now!" he shouted, and sprinted forward at top speed.

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were still wondering why their sect leader was in such a hurry, but the next moment they were no longer puzzled. The young man who had disappeared had actually reappeared.

When the yellow flash went off, Chen Xuan returned to reality and, without any hesitation, fired the shot.

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were highly skilled, but to launch an attack so suddenly at such close range would have caught anyone off guard.

puff!

No miracle occurred. A gunshot pierced his throat, blood splattering everywhere. Because the gun barrel was too large, his neck was almost sliced ​​off, with only skin and flesh connecting it, dripping with blood, and there was no chance of survival.

The disciple of the Wind Sword Sect coughed up blood, his eyes filled with resentment and confusion. He was truly aggrieved and unwilling to die like this.

(End of this chapter)