Chapter 22: Nangong Wan: Spare me! Spare me! (1 / 1)
Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Li turned his head toward the speaker.
The newcomer was a vicious-looking man.
With just a glance, Jiang Li already guessed his identity.
Nangong Wan, level 93 Assault-type Titled Douluo, Second Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, leader of the Sunset Water Alliance—a coward who feared death.
Thinking this, Jiang Li directly faced Nangong Wan and kicked the corpse beside him away.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be the biggest rat in this rat nest?"
Hearing this, Nangong Wan frowned, clearly displeased.
"Hmph! A useless thing without even soul power, yet your mouth is quite sharp."
With a cold snort, Nangong Wan stepped forward, and soul rings rose from beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
The oppressive aura of a Titled Douluo instantly erupted.
In response, Jiang Li merely picked at his ear, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
"Do you think you're scary?"
As he spoke, he took Tian Ni Mu from Xiao You's mouth.
In the distance, Nangong Wan's expression grew extremely solemn.
Although he had just called Jiang Li someone without soul power, he was actually very cautious inwardly.
After all, this man had single-handedly slaughtered the entire Sunset Water Alliance tonight—there had to be something unusual about him.
Thus, Nangong Wan did not dare underestimate him.
"Martial Soul Avatar!"
The next moment, Nangong Wan roared, and dense dark-green soul power surged from his body.
Behind him, a gigantic three-zhang-long illusion of a sky centipede appeared, its vicious legs glinting with cold light and a nauseating poisonous aura instantly filling the entire area.
"First soul skill, Centipede Thorn Pierce!"
The sharp phantom centipede legs shot toward Jiang Li's face with piercing wind pressure. The poisoned sharpness was such that even a Titled Douluo would suffer severe damage if touched.
Yet Jiang Li didn't even blink. With a slight flick of his wrist, Tian Ni Mu emitted a cold, eerie light.
Just as the centipede phantom was about to touch his clothes, the blade accurately struck it.
"Buzz——"
A faint tremor sounded, and the ferocious centipede attack instantly collapsed like melting snow.
Nangong Wan only felt his soul power suddenly stagnate, his connection to his martial soul forcibly severed.
"Pff!"
He staggered back several steps and almost spat out blood, his face filled with shock instead of ferocity.
"How… how is this possible? My soul skill… was broken?"
At this moment, he finally noticed Tian Ni Mu in Jiang Li's hand.
But this was a Titled Douluo's soul skill—not some cheap trick. How could it be so easily neutralized by an unremarkable dagger?
"Too noisy."
Jiang Li's voice was cold as ice. His figure vanished instantly.
Before Nangong Wan could react, a powerful physical force accompanied by a violent gust struck him.
Bang!
Jiang Li's fist slammed into Nangong Wan's chest. The latter was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into a stone pillar inside the cavern, debris scattering everywhere.
"Second soul skill, Centipede Poison Mist!"
Enduring the pain, Nangong Wan attempted to release poison mist to trap Jiang Li.
But Jiang Li was too fast—he instantly closed in again, and Tian Ni Mu stabbed into the projection of his martial soul avatar.
"Buzz——!"
Nangong Wan felt a loud ringing in his mind as his connection to the Sky Centipede martial soul was completely severed.
The avatar collapsed like a burst bubble, and his soul power became chaotic like a flood breaking its dam.
"No! My martial soul!"
Nangong Wan's pupils shrank in terror, his voice trembling.
"What kind of weapon is this?! It can cancel martial soul possession?! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
He had lived nearly a hundred years and seen countless strong people, but never anything like this.
No soul power fluctuation, yet it could suppress both martial souls and soul skills—this was a natural enemy of soul masters!
Jiang Li ignored his panic and continued attacking like a shadow.
Nangong Wan desperately tried to counterattack, but every time he gathered soul power, Tian Ni Mu's cold light interrupted him and forcibly cut off his circulation.
"Third soul skill!"
"Seventh soul skill!"
He roared hysterically, attempting higher-level techniques, but all failed without exception.
His proud strength as a Titled Douluo became laughable in front of Jiang Li—he couldn't even maintain his martial soul, let alone use soul skills.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Heavy impacts rang out continuously as Jiang Li's fists and kicks fell like a storm.
Nangong Wan could only curl up defensively, blood spilling from his mouth as his body was battered beyond recognition.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
He finally broke. A coward at heart, he no longer dared resist.
"Spare me! I'm willing to submit! I know all the intelligence of the Holy Spirit Sect! Please stop!"
Jiang Li stopped. The blade of Tian Ni Mu rested against his throat, its cold touch making him tremble.
Looking down at him, Jiang Li said, "That works. Help me find a few people—members of your Sunset Water Alliance."
"They're all dead… I don't know who you're looking for," Nangong Wan quickly replied.
Jiang Li then threw several portraits onto his face.
"Do you recognize them?"
Nangong Wan quickly examined them, searching through his memory.
"Yes, I know them. They were sent back to the Holy Spirit Sect headquarters two days ago."
"So that's why I couldn't find them here. They returned to your rat nest headquarters," Jiang Li said with a faint smile.
Nangong Wan's face turned deathly pale, trembling with fear.
He could never have imagined that this killing god had slaughtered the entire Sunset Water Alliance just to find a few people.
While he was barely breathing, Jiang Li suddenly asked, "Your position in the Holy Spirit Sect isn't low, right?"
This sounded like the whisper of a demon to Nangong Wan.
"Yes… yes! I am the Second Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect!"
"Good. Then bring me their heads," Jiang Li said with a smile, crouching in front of him.
Looking at that harmless smile, Nangong Wan felt like crying.
"Yes, senior! Tomorrow I will personally deliver their heads!"
"Good. I'll wait here tomorrow night," Jiang Li nodded.
He patted Nangong Wan's shoulder and turned to leave.
Only after Jiang Li disappeared completely did Nangong Wan finally dare to breathe.
"A monster… a true monster…"