Although Zhao Wuji also had some soul skills that could perform long-range attacks, when facing someone like Oscar—a "flying soul master"—as long as the opponent deliberately avoided getting close to him, he really had no way to deal with it.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji could only stare helplessly at Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Dugu Yan up in the sky. He himself could not fly, and his attack range was also limited.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun exchanged a look, and in the next instant, both of their soul power surged. Oscar tossed his jade sword upward, and in mid-air it shone with azure, icy blue, and crimson soul power.
The three-colored radiance condensed into more than fifty jade swords. From them erupted three different elemental forces—cutting wind, cold, and blazing flames.
"Sword Style — Three-Origin Sword Rain!"
With Oscar's shout, over fifty jade swords fell in a storm toward Zhao Wuji, their trajectories targeting his face, chest, abdomen, and even his lower body.
At the same time, Ma Hongjun's soul power also exploded. Behind him condensed a massive Fire Phoenix that let out a piercing cry. Under his control, the fiery phoenix locked onto Zhao Wuji and dove down.
"Third Soul Skill — Phoenix Through the Clouds Strike!"
The combined assault of the two bore down from above and in front. At full force, this joint attack might even overwhelm a high-ranked Soul King.
But it didn't stop there. Dugu Yan slowly raised her right arm, soul power flowing until her limb transformed into the shape of a terrifying purple-black serpent. The serpent hissed, venom gathering into a sharp, bone-piercing arrow.
"Venomous Bone Python Right Arm Soul Bone Skill — Bone-Eroding Piercing Arrow!"
The venomous serpent spat forth the arrow straight at Zhao Wuji's heart—its intent the same as Oscar's: a single lethal strike!
Facing this fully unleashed triple assault, even Zhao Wuji dared not be careless. His black sixth soul ring lit up, terrifying soul power surging as his body was covered in a golden radiance.
His already massive frame swelled further, muscles bulging to monstrous proportions. His eyes widened like an enraged vajra.
"Sixth Soul Skill — Furious Vajra!"
His soul power flared wildly. Boosted by this ten-thousand-year skill, Zhao Wuji raised his enormous bear paws, brown-golden light coursing across them—his second soul skill, Mighty Vajra Palm!
With a stomp, Zhao Wuji's body sank slightly, then his paws struck toward the sky. Dozens of colossal golden palm imprints surged upward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One after another, they shattered all of Oscar's jade swords before they could even close within ten meters, dispersing into tricolored motes of soul power.
Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Through the Clouds Strike met the same fate, crushed by countless golden palm shadows.
Even Dugu Yan's soul bone skill, though powerful, couldn't fully manifest under her current cultivation. The venomous arrow got closer than the others but was destroyed five meters out, bursting into a toxic cloud capable of corroding bone in moments. Zhao Wuji, however, simply stepped back to avoid it, entirely unaffected.
The truth was, the combined strike of Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Dugu Yan was enough to threaten a weaker Soul King. But their opponent was Zhao Wuji, in full force—his soul power at level 78. With his sixth soul skill amplifying his might, unless faced with another Soul Sage, Zhao Wuji was essentially unrivaled at his level.
For him to need to use his sixth soul skill against three teenagers was proof of their strength—something most Soul Emperors wouldn't force out of him.
Afterward, Oscar quickly retrieved three Super Recovery Sausages from his soul tool—one for himself, one each for Ma Hongjun and Dugu Yan. Their last strike had drained nearly all their soul power; they had truly gone all out.
Zhao Wuji looked up at the trio in the air, his face breaking into a pleased smile.
"Not bad! To force me to use my sixth soul skill—you three brats can already be proud."
Hearing this, Oscar dismissed his jade sword and, holding Dugu Yan's jade-like hand, descended alongside Ma Hongjun to face Zhao Wuji.
"Teacher Zhao, if you praise us like that, we'll really start floating." Oscar chuckled.
Zhao Wuji rolled his eyes and withdrew his martial soul.
"Don't get cocky. Your third soul skill, being flight, was beyond my expectations, Oscar. But you three still have a lot of room for coordination."
"Little Ao, I won't say much more. You already know your own problems. I trust you'll work them out without me nagging."
He turned to Dugu Yan. "Your last strike was a soul bone skill, right? Its range and lethality are impressive, but you'll need to practice more. That's a future trump card for you."
Oscar nodded seriously. "I understand, Teacher Zhao. We'll be training hard at the academy from now on. We'll be troubling you a lot, so don't get annoyed with us, old man."
Oscar even teased at the end, knowing full well that Zhao Wuji had always lent him the use of his Gravity Control for training without complaint. And if he ever did refuse, Oscar had another card—his teacher, Ge Yue, who was nearing level 88 and doted on him like a son. If Oscar complained, Zhao Wuji would probably get a good beating.
Zhao Wuji laughed. "As long as you come looking for me, I'll be there for you."
Then he waved Oscar over. "Since you always stockpile skills, hand me two of those Super Recovery Sausages. I've spent plenty of soul power, too!"
Oscar grinned and passed him three. Zhao Wuji ate them all in one go, his soul power and stamina recovering rapidly.
What surprised Oscar was how his soul skill storage limit had changed compared to the original.
In the original, each skill's storage time increased gradually: first soul skill for seven days, second for half a month, third for one month, and so on.
But now, his storage time was standardized—based on his longest one.
For example, his first soul skill originally lasted seven days, but after gaining his second (half a month), the first was also extended to half a month. Now, with his third soul skill's one-month limit, all three of his skills could be stored for a month.
This was a huge boon for Oscar. It meant he could stockpile many more sausages and abilities in advance, ready for emergencies.