Douluo Continent: My name is Lu Mingfei, and my martial soul is Lu Mingze.

"No need," Lu Mingfei replied in his mental sea, then rushed towards the two Soul Kings.

Xue Di frowned.

On the other side of the sea of ​​spirit, Lu Mingze reached out and stopped her.

"Let him hit you."

Xue Di turned her head, a cold glint flashing in her icy blue eyes, her voice deepening: "My life and Bing Di's life are tied to him. If something happens to him, will you take responsibility?"

Lu Mingze did not retract his hand, his expression remaining calm: "He needs this."

"What do you need? To be ganged up on and beaten up?"

"He needs to know where his limits are. Anyway, with you guys around, he won't die if he's below the Limit Douluo level." Lu Mingze's voice was very soft.

In the battlefield, Lu Mingfei lunged at the Soul King wielding a gun on his right.

The Soul King with the spear was prepared. He thrust out his spear suddenly, the tip pointing directly at Lu Mingfei's chest.

Lu Mingfei twisted his waist in mid-air, letting the spear tip graze his ribs, and then his Tang sword slashed diagonally up the spear shaft, aiming at the opponent's fingers.

At the same time, he pointed in another direction with his left hand and his lips moved slightly.

Word of Power: Breath of Drowning.

The injured Soul King was swinging his battle axe, preparing to ambush Lu Mingfei from behind, when suddenly it felt as if someone had grabbed his neck, and his face instantly turned red.

He opened his mouth to breathe, but instead of exhaling, all that came out of his throat was a gurgling sound of water.

In his respiratory tract, all the water vapor was forcibly condensed into liquid water in an instant.

His lungs were full of water.

Drowning symptoms appear within three seconds.

The injured Soul King knelt on the shallows, clutching his neck and coughing violently, water gushing from his mouth.

Right now.

Lu Mingfei forced back the gun-wielding Soul King with a single strike, his body turning in mid-air, creating a shockwave beneath his feet.

Sixteen times the speed.

His figure vanished from the spot, and the next instant he appeared behind the Soul King, who was kneeling and coughing.

The Tang sword slashed horizontally.

The blade cut into the back of the neck and out through the throat.

The movements were clean and efficient.

The Soul King's coughing stopped abruptly. His eyes were still bloodshot from suffocation, his pupils dilated for a moment, and then he collapsed onto the shallows, his blood staining a patch of lake water red.

The Soul King, wielding a gun, was both shocked and enraged upon seeing this: "Fourth Brother!"

Lu Mingfei drew his Tang sword and flicked the blood off the blade.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, but the corners of his mouth still habitually turned up, revealing a smug smile.

"one."

The Soul King with the gun turned red, and his fifth soul ring suddenly lit up, unleashing a violent surge of soul power from his body.

The purple arcs of electricity on the spear exploded, enveloping him and the spear in a dazzling burst of lightning.

The water beneath his feet hissed as it was struck by electric arcs, and white steam rose continuously.

Fifth Soul Skill: Thunder Dragon Strike.

He transformed into a bolt of lightning, his speed more than doubling, and charged straight at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei didn't have time to dodge.

The speed and power of this strike far surpassed any of the previous attacks.

Lu Mingfei held the Tang sword horizontally in front of his chest, his left hand bracing against the back of the blade, while the lake water beneath his feet surged up and solidified into an ice wall.

The lightning struck the ice wall.

The ice wall shattered.

Amidst the flying ice shards, the spear pierced through a fragment of the ice wall and stabbed into Lu Mingfei's left shoulder.

Lu Mingfei let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying by the enormous impact.

He somersaulted several times in the air before his back slammed into the lake, splashing water everywhere. A sharp pain shot through his left shoulder, and warm blood trickled down his arm.

The lake water beneath Lu Mingfei instantly froze into a floating ice floe, supporting him.

The Soul King with the gun gave him no chance to catch his breath, and the second spear followed immediately.

Lu Mingfei covered his left shoulder with his left hand and barely raised his right hand to parry the opponent's attack with his Tang sword. He was knocked back again, the floating ice under his feet was shattered, and he fell into the lake.

The Soul King, wielding a gun, stood on the water's surface, stepping on a thin membrane formed by soul power, looking down at Lu Mingfei underwater, a cruel smile on his lips.

"You little brat, you killed my brother—"

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly changed underwater.

He stared into the eyes of the Soul King holding the gun, his lips moving silently underwater.

Word of Power: Breath of Drowning.

The laughter of the Soul King with the gun suddenly stopped.

His eyes widened, his hands gripped his throat tightly, and he opened his mouth to gasp for air.

His lungs were full of water.

The Soul King with the gun began to cough violently. The membrane of soul power beneath his feet shattered due to loss of control, and he fell into the lake with a splash, becoming submerged in the water just like Lu Mingfei.

But Lu Mingfei can breathe underwater, while the Soul King with the gun cannot.

He coughed violently in the water, his soul power began to become disordered, and water kept pouring into his mouth and nose.

Lu Mingfei rose from the water, raised his Tang sword high in his right hand, and cleaved the water's surface in two, also splitting the back of the Soul King wielding the gun.

The Soul King holding the gun twitched once, then remained still.

A large area of ​​the lake water was dyed red.

Lu Mingfei stood in waist-deep lake water, panting heavily.

Blood was still seeping from the wound on his left shoulder. His soul power was almost exhausted, and his hands were trembling slightly, but he still raised his Tang sword, pointing the tip at the four remaining enemies on the lake shore.

"two."

On the lake shore, the remaining three Soul Kings subconsciously took a step back.

They watched helplessly as their two companions were brutally murdered by this kid in less than fifteen minutes.

This kid's fighting style is too unorthodox—it's not a normal duel between soul masters, but he uses all sorts of underhanded tricks.

Flooding, frostbite, suffocation, sneak attacks—none of them follow the usual pattern.

The expression beneath the mask of the black-clad Soul Emperor finally changed, and his voice deepened: "Kill him."

Three Soul Kings simultaneously unleashed their Soul Skills.

The attacks overlapped and blasted towards Lu Mingfei in the center of the lake.

Lu Mingfei barely managed to raise his left hand, mobilizing the last bit of his soul power to activate the Word of Power: Vortex.

The water flow formed a thin wall in front of him, but it was much thinner than before—his soul power was insufficient.

Three attacks slammed into the water wall simultaneously.

The water wall shattered.

Lu Mingfei was thrown away by the shockwave, flying from the center of the lake to the shore, where his back slammed into a large rock, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

The Tang sword flew out of his hand and stuck in the mud several meters away.

My head was buzzing.

My soul power is completely exhausted.

He tried to circulate the soul power within his body, but his dantian was completely empty, and he couldn't squeeze out even a trace of soul power.

Wang Dong's voice rang out in the shared mental connection, tinged with obvious anxiety: "Senior, you should retreat first!"

Huo Yuhao didn't say anything, but rushed up from behind.

Holding two soul-guided grenades in each hand, he rushed in front of Lu Mingfei, facing the three Soul Kings, and lined up four grenades, pouring his soul power into them.

All four grenades exploded simultaneously.

The electric light intertwined to form an electric grid, temporarily halting the advance of the three Soul Kings.

Wang Dong also rushed forward. His Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul wings spread open, and the power of light surged from his body, protecting the two of them.

His eyes were filled with an eager light.

He glanced at Huo Yuhao, then at Lu Mingfei.

"Have you two had enough of showing off?!"