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Right now, although the black mist no longer completely enveloped the young girl's body like before, the binding force was not weakened in the slightest.
Even though the girl could still circulate the soul power inside her body, she was unable to move, making it impossible to unleash the power of her martial soul. Relying on soul power alone was simply not enough to break free from the restraints of these black mist ropes.
Furthermore, if she forcefully used her soul power to blast the ropes, it wouldn't be long before she completely exhausted her soul power well before breaking the bindings. After all, her cultivation was far weaker than Bu Le's.
Feeling Bu Le's utterly wretched gaze, the girl felt a wave of intense disgust. She used almost every ounce of her strength to struggle and resist, yet she remained completely unable to tear through the binding of the black mist ropes.
Her constant struggling and writhing body only further fueled the desire in Bu Le's heart.
The gaze in his eyes seemed on the verge of losing all sanity, radiating a sickly green light like a horny wolf that wanted nothing more than to vent its desires, rush forward, and strip the girl's clothes clean.
Bu Le swallowed hard for what felt like the hundredth time.
He unconsciously panted heavily and licked his lips, holding onto his last shred of sanity as he did his utmost to suppress the urge to violently assault and violate the girl right here in the middle of the street.
After all, this place was not particularly far from the Nuoding City Spirit Hall Sub-Hall. If he were discovered by the people from the Spirit Hall Sub-Hall, he wouldn't have a good time. Although he already possessed a cultivation at the Soul Ancestor level—
Meaning he didn't even care about the City Lord of Nuoding City or the Dean of the Nuoding City Primary Soul Master Academy—the Bishop of the Nuoding City Spirit Hall Sub-Hall was likewise a four-ring Soul Ancestor.
More importantly, that Spirit Hall Sub-Hall Bishop had graduated from the Spirit Hall Academy branch in Heaven Dou City and possessed an optimal soul ring configuration. He had one more thousand-year soul ring than Bu Le, and his strength was superior to his.
If that man were alerted, wouldn't it ruin his grand plans?
He wouldn't be able to enjoy this young girl with the exceptionally fiery figure, which would be an absolute loss. Offending the people of Spirit Hall and being placed on a wanted list was one thing, but the most critical part was losing such a supreme beauty.
Bu Le rubbed his hands together, his eyes flashing with lust as he slowly walked forward and said, "Little beauty, big brother is going to take you to experience some bliss right away."
"Hehe, but big brother really can't hold back anymore. Before I take you away, just... just let big brother quench his thirst first."
Bu Le's breathing grew heavier and heavier, as if he had found an excuse and convinced himself.
As he spoke, he stepped right up to the girl and extended his hands, which were already curled into claws. He unleashed his signature move—a modified version of the Dragon Claw Hand—thrusting straight toward the girl's chest.
At this exact moment, no one noticed that an extremely faint fluctuation of soul power had suddenly emerged two hundred meters away. It initially showed signs of growing stronger, but within a split second, it abruptly ground to a halt.
Perhaps because its aura was too concealed and weak, no one managed to detect it. No, it should be said that within Nuoding City, there was at least one person who had noticed it, but to that person, it was merely an irrelevant matter.
Just as Bu Le's filthy claws were about to reach the girl's chest, a thunderous voice suddenly rang out.
"Profound Sky Shatter!"
Bu Le was startled.
Hearing the sound, he snapped his head toward the source.
Only to see a massive, black-red energy ball suddenly erupt from diagonally above his flank, hurtling straight toward him. It was filled with a violent aura and a terrifying sense of power, possessing an exceptionally overbearing momentum.
Its speed was incredibly fast.
Because it was moving too quickly, the energy ball—which had a diameter of about four to five meters—transformed into a flying torrent of energy. Bulging at the front and tapering at the back, its target was locked precisely onto Bu Le.
Abruptly encountering this terrifying attack, Bu Le's face drained of color as alarm bells rang madly in his mind. Sensing that it was already too late to dodge and that he lacked the power to resist head-on, a despicable yet brilliant idea suddenly struck him in this life-or-death moment.
Grabbing the young girl by her shoulder, he flung her violently into the air.
The immobilized girl flew directly forward, facing the terrifying oncoming attack.
At the same time, Bu Le rapidly retreated while channeling his bowl-shaped martial soul to snap down and cover himself, unleashing a massive deluge of black mist from its outer walls to reinforce his defenses.
Evidently, in the face of death, this utterly wretched and lustful degenerate couldn't care less about anything else. He intended to use the girl's body as a shield to block the attack for him. Even if it couldn't stop it entirely, it would at least weaken the brunt of its power.
He didn't even have time to feel regret.
No matter how alluring her figure or how seductive her beauty, his own life was always the most important thing to him. In his eyes, as long as he stayed alive, given his methods, why should he ever worry about lacking places to enjoy himself?
"Hmph, shameless scoundrel."
A cold voice rang out.
Atop a rooftop directly behind the path of the attack, a figure suddenly charged straight down.
The moment the figure touched the ground, a succession of explosive thuds followed as dark-red soul power flames continuously erupted beneath his feet. His velocity skyrocketed instantly, exhibiting a terrifying explosive power that unexpectedly allowed him to catch up from behind.
Right as the young girl was about to be swallowed by that exceptionally violent torrent of energy, the figure stomped hard against the earth. Accompanied by a jet of soul power flames shooting outward, he shot into the air in a split second.
Arriving right before the terrifying torrent of energy struck, he wrapped a single arm around the girl's waist, catching her securely. With a sudden burst of soul power, he twisted his posture mid-air and finally touched down safely on the ground.
Boom!
The torrent of energy formed by the Profound Sky Shatter ultimately slammed into the ground and instantly detonated. Residual light and energy splattered in all directions, and following a thunderous explosion, a massive crater with a radius of several meters was blasted open on the street.
The soul power radiance was so blinding and dazzling that under its reflection, the young girl could clearly see her savior's face.
He did not possess an exceptionally beautiful countenance, yet he was still extraordinary. With sharp brows and starry eyes, his features were carved with utter fortitude, and a righteous aura emanated between his brows.
Correlating this with the overbearing and fierce methods he displayed during the rescue, it was clear he was absolutely nothing like a wicked and degenerate scum like Bu Le. The girl couldn't help but feel a slight sense of relief.
After all, a person's appearance reflects their soul, and a combat style often mirrors one's true nature. Just like those opportunistic individuals who favored underhanded trickery and poisonings, their manner of conducting themselves would absolutely never be open and aboveboard.
Words can deceive, and appearances can lie, but the aura and style reflected during life-and-death combat cannot deceive anyone, nor can they be hidden.
Between top-tier expert Soul Masters, if they wished to truly understand each other's character, they didn't need to pay much attention to the world's praise or slander; they only needed to exchange blows in a duel to truly comprehend the style of each other's conduct.
This person who had stepped in to help was, quite clearly, Ling Xiao.
Upon landing, Ling Xiao released his hold on the girl, setting her down before turning his gaze toward Bu Le. To be honest, based on his knowledge of Soul Land from his past life, Bu Le was merely an insignificant minor character.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't have remembered him at all. Yet, the moment he saw that martial soul earlier, he had recognized him instantly. After all, when he first learned about Bu Le's martial soul back then, it had left a profoundly deep impression on him.
Though the world was vast and full of wonders, why on earth would such a bizarre martial soul even exist? It was simply too difficult for anyone to accept.
The Creator truly possessed a rather twisted sense of humor.
Perhaps it was precisely because of the "uniqueness" of Bu Le's martial soul that, even though he was merely a wretched, lustful rascal who spent his days bullying the weak and could never be considered a true powerhouse, the impression he left on Ling Xiao was just as deep as Tang San's.
In his mind, Bu Le's martial soul left an impression just as unforgettable as Tang San's first soul skill, Blue Silver Binding.
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