Everyone became excited upon hearing Leon's words, and one by one, they took out their flying Spirit Tools from their storage Spirit Tools and equipped them.
Bai Chenxiang, Wang Dong'er, and Ye Guyi didn't need them, as their Martial Souls naturally had wings that allowed them to fly directly.
"Ancestor, I don't have a flying Spirit Tool!"
"I don't have anything at all!"
Seeing Everyone either spreading their wings or using cool flying Spirit Tools and getting ready to take off, Zhu Lu's face fell.
I haven't even gotten on the bus yet?
Zhu Lu joined the group relatively late; she wasn't there when the little rich girl Ning Rongrong was handing out benefits. More importantly, current flying Spirit Tools could only be obtained by the high-level officials of the Sun Moon Empire.
Leon said calmly, "If you don't have a flying Spirit Tool, then just follow me!"
"And Yuehua, Shui Yue'er, and the rest of you whose Spirit Power isn't enough to sustain flying Spirit Tools, you should all follow me too!"
With that said.
Leon took out the Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Halberd, casually transformed it into a five-meter-long giant Flying Sword, and jumped right onto it.
"Wow!"
Zhu Lu's eyes instantly lit up, and she hurriedly jumped on after him. "Leon Ancestor, this looks so cool!"
Dugu Yan also said with a face full of excitement, "Isn't this the 'Sword Kinesis Flight' from that 'Legend of Sword and Fairy' story you told us about a couple of days ago?"
"This is great!"
"We want to ride the Flying Sword too!"
Shui Yue'er and the others were also full of excitement as they jumped onto Leon's Flying Sword together.
Leon had no choice but to lengthen the Flying Sword by another two meters.
A Rou then pushed back the flying Spirit Tool that Wang Dong'er had given her.
"Uh?"
Wang Dong'er asked curiously, "Grandma, can you fly without a Spirit Tool?"
A Rou shook her head slightly and followed Shui Yue'er and the others onto Leon's Flying Sword... Grandma can just be carried along.
"Hold on tight."
Leon waved his hand and flew directly into the sky, with Qian Renxue and her group following closely behind.
Zhu Lu's current mood was nervous and apprehensive. Her hands were on Leon's shoulders, but she still felt unsteady and worried she might fall off.
[Zhu Lu: Leon Ancestor, can I... can I hold onto you?]
[Shui Yue'er: Hurry up and hold on tight, and let me hold onto you from behind as well. I'm also a bit afraid of falling off.]
[Tang Yuehua: A Rou, hold onto me.]
[Hu Liena:???]
[Liu Erlong: What are you guys doing? Why do you need to hug?]
[Long Time No See: Zhu Lu, what are you doing?]
[Bibi Dong: Image. (Leon, Zhu Lu, Shui Yue'er, Shui Binger, Huo Wu, Tang Yuehua, A Rou... standing on a giant sword flying in the air.)]
[Bibi Dong: We've spotted a group of Evil Soul Masters and are heading there now.]
[Dugu Yan has started a Group Chat live stream...]
[Bai Chenxiang: I'm really suffering. What's the point of having these wings!]
[Number Nine: If you didn't have wings, you'd be even more useless.]
[Everyone: Hahaha!!]
[Leon: All of you hold on tight. Xiao Wu, Wang Dong'er, you guys come up too. We need to go faster.]
[Zhu Lu: Okay, Leon Ancestor. Sorry, Ancestor.]
[Zhu Zhuqing:???]
[Zhu Zhuyun:???]
Zhu Lu was full of joy and directly hugged Leon tightly from behind. Although there were many people standing on the Flying Sword now, she was second in line!
A powerful pressure made Leon unable to help but marvel; the Zhu family's talent was indeed very formidable!
[Shui Yue'er: Oh no!]
[Shui Binger: Don't be so dramatic. Hold on tight so we don't all fall off. Leon is starting to accelerate.]
[Shui Yue'er: No, Zhu Lu's Martial Soul is too big! I can only hold onto Zhu Lu; I can't reach Leon in front!]
[Everyone: As expected of you!]
Star Luo Empire.
Xu Jiujiu was also dazed as she watched.
Wait, what?
Is that girl Zhu Lu actually doing this well for herself now?
Didn't she just join the Group Chat?
No!
Having an Ancestor to guide you really makes a difference. It's a pity our Xu family didn't have an Ancestor to lead us ten thousand years ago!
...
Meanwhile.
A small village situated on the edge of the Heaven Soul Empire should have been a picture of harmony, with curling cooking smoke and the sounds of barking dogs.
However.
The arrival of three Evil Soul Masters had completely turned this originally peaceful and harmonious village into a living Hell.
At the village entrance.
Three black-robed figures descended. The leader was tall, and the face revealed beneath the black robe was withered and pale.
On either side of him stood an Evil Soul Master. One had giant jet-black wings spread behind him; his Martial Soul was the Rotting Vulture. The other had flickering black flames dancing around his hands; his Martial Soul was the soul-devouring, bone-eroding Undead Evil Fire.
There was not a trace of humanity in the eyes of these three, only cold greed and cruelty. With an exchange of glances, they directly began a wanton massacre.
Instantly.
Slaughter descended.
The black Undead Evil Fire was the first to sweep out, instantly engulfing several thatched huts at the village entrance. The villagers touched by the flames didn't even have time to let out a full scream before their physical bodies charred and withered at a visible rate.
The Rotting Vulture Evil Soul Master flapped his wings and rose into the sky, his ear-piercing shriek echoing through the village. Blades of jet-black wind swept out, easily tearing apart the fleeing villagers.
He even dove down directly, his sharp claws piercing through villagers' chests, brutally tearing out flesh and souls. He devoured the fresh Life energy in large gulps, the evil aura on his body becoming increasingly dense.
Meanwhile, the leader's Martial Soul, the Blood Soul Magic Puppet, was like a demon god from Hell. Countless blood-colored threads spread out from the puppet's body, piercing into the villagers like venomous snakes.
The blood-colored threads churned frantically within them, stripping away their vitality and tearing their souls bit by bit, forcibly pulling countless weak living souls from their physical bodies and merging them into the magic puppet.
Some knelt and begged for mercy, their foreheads bruised and bleeding from kowtowing.
Some held their children, crying and pleading for them to be spared.
Some picked up hoes and wood-chopping knives, wanting to resist, but in the face of the Evil Soul Masters' absolute strength, they were easily crushed like ants.
The crying of infants, the wailing of women, the sighs of the elderly, the roars of men...
All the sounds intertwined to form a tragic song of a living Hell. In less than half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the entire village had been reduced to a sea of fire and Hell.
Those villagers lucky enough not to be dead yet, with one breath remaining, were pierced through their shoulder blades with soul threads by the Evil Soul Masters. Strung together like grasshoppers, they collapsed on the ground, their eyes hollow, leaving only endless despair.
They wouldn't die immediately; instead, they would be taken back to the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters to become living sacrifices. On the altar, they would endure even longer and more cruel torture until their souls were completely drained dry.
The three Evil Soul Masters stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of fire, evil aura billowing around them. Their Spirit Power had clearly improved, and their faces were filled with satisfaction and madness.
"Another batch of fine nourishment."
"Let's go, back to the Cult."
Just as they intended to leave with the remaining people, a sword shadow flew through the air, followed by a voice that reached the ears of the three Evil Soul Masters.
"Freeze!"