Chapter 160: Battle Years
"Since you know I want to kill you, aren't you afraid?" Shi Nian couldn't help but ask.

"Are you afraid? Just because you're a Soul Sage?" Luo Ling's tone was extremely contemptuous, as if the person in front of him was not a Soul Sage but an ordinary person.

"Boy, I admit that you have shown great strength, but you are only a Soul King, and you have no idea how strong a Soul Sage is!" Shi Nian laughed instead of getting angry.

“Even between a level 69 Soul Emperor and a level 71 Soul Sage, there is a world of difference!” Shi Nian looked at Luo Ling coldly. Soul rings rose up under his feet, seven in total.

Luo Ling did not refute Shi Nian's words. It was indeed as the other party said. Even a soul master who had just broken through to the Soul Saint level was much stronger than a level 69 Soul Emperor.

The transition from Soul Emperor to Soul Saint gains a seventh soul skill, the Martial Soul Avatar, which is a qualitative leap. Ordinary soul masters simply cannot bridge the gap.

But Luo Ling is not an ordinary soul master. Compared to Shrek who is called a monster, he is the real monster!

"Then show us your so-called power of a Soul Saint." Luo Ling shook his head, an evil red light flashing in his eyes.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance! I will let you die in pain and despair!" Shi Nian's tone became gloomy, and the next second, his body slowly dissipated like mist.

"Feel your nightmare. Even a soul master of the same level cannot escape from my dream world. I am the master here! And you will struggle and die in the illusion!"

Shi Nian's voice seemed to come from all directions. There was no one around. It was the street of Tiandou City that Luo Ling was familiar with.

I have to say that Shi Nian's illusion is very well constructed and very realistic. An ordinary soul master would probably be trapped here.

Luo Ling looked around, and the next second the environment on the streets of Tiandou City changed into another environment.

In the forest behind Notting College, the teaching assistant named Zhang Lang attacked him, with a scarecrow beside him.

It was not Luo Ling’s Crow Shadow Puppet, but the real original Scarecrow.

There is a fragile straw, so weak.

The tangled straw was easily chopped into pieces by Zhang Lang. A cold smile appeared on Zhang Lang's face, and he walked towards Luo Ling with a long knife in hand.

In the illusion, Shi Nian, whose figure was hidden, looked at the scene with a frown, somewhat confused.

His Canmeng martial soul can evoke memories deep within a person's heart and thus construct dreams.

The current illusion shows that Luo Ling had been assassinated before, but what was that scarecrow-like thing?
Everyone knows that Luo Ling's martial spirit is a sickle.

Looking at the illusion before him, Luo Ling felt extremely calm at the moment. He did not move at all, feeling the changes in his body while in the illusion.

His senses were deceived, but it was not what he had imagined. The illusion constructed by Shi Nian was not much different from those of the students.

It also emits strange mental fluctuations, causing the target's spirit body and even the spirit body's line to make wrong judgments.

Shi Nian also cannot directly affect the spiritual line, and the impact is also indirect and indiscriminate.

The difference is that the impact of the time is more far-reaching.

After learning about the method of releasing the illusion of Shinian Canmeng's martial soul, Luo Ling shook his head in disappointment.

At this moment in the illusion, Zhang Lang had already appeared in front of Luo Ling, waving the long sword in his hand and slashing towards Luo Ling.

Shi Nian looked at this scene with a hint of cruelty in his eyes. In his fantasy world, these imaginary characters were not just good-looking but useless.

Those are real existences that are condensed from mental power and can harm the target.

If Luo Ling was hit by this knife, his spirit would definitely be severely damaged, and it is not impossible that he would become an idiot. Just when Shi Nian was expecting Luo Ling's miserable state, the strange scarecrow beside Luo Ling moved.

A strange black aura emanated from the gaps between the straw bodies. For a moment, a scarlet light flashed across the eyes of the ordinary scarecrow.
Immediately afterwards, the scarecrow exploded, straw fragments flew everywhere, and the next second the scarecrow appeared behind Zhang Lang.

A pitch-black devil's claw pierced through Zhang Lang's chest, and thick black air swallowed Zhang Lang in an instant.

The long knife stopped abruptly above Luo Ling's forehead and could not move forward.

Shi Nian’s eyes widened when he saw this scene. He didn’t understand what this scarecrow was, but the terrifying aura made him shudder.

Just when Shi Nian was in a daze, Luo Ling and the scarecrow not far away turned their heads at the same time and looked into the depths of the illusion, which was also where Shi Nian's real body was.

Under Shi Nian's horrified gaze, soul rings rose up under Luo Ling's feet, yellow, purple, and black!

But this is not the end, five more soul rings rise up one by one, also yellow, purple and black.

The pitch-black scarecrow slowly merged into Luo Ling's body the moment the soul ring appeared. Darkness instantly enveloped Luo Ling, leaving only a pair of bright red eyes shining in the darkness.

The ten soul rings also merged together in pairs, turning into five purple and black soul rings.

Luo Ling's breath surged at this moment, and he saw countless things like clouds and mist filling the air in the empty illusion.

That was exactly the martial soul of that year, Canmeng.

Luo Ling stretched out his hand and the line of spirit shot out. When the corrosive red light touched the clouds, the surrounding scene shattered and returned to its original appearance.

This is an empty wasteland, and the city wall of Tiandou City can be seen not far away. It is obvious that this is outside the city.

"How is it possible?" Shi Nian showed an expression of disbelief.

Whether it was the terrifying scarecrow just now or the ten spirit rings that were fused together in pairs, they all refreshed Shi Nian's cognition.

"Your martial spirit is not a sickle at all?" Shi Nian finally reacted.

Luo Ling smiled, and the dark third soul ring under his feet lit up, and a pitch-black sickle appeared in Luo Ling's hand. This was the so-called "martial soul" that Luo Ling displayed.

"Is this the sickle you are talking about?" Luo Ling waved the black sickle in his hand, causing ripples of evil energy.

Shi Nian's face became particularly ugly. Looking at Luo Ling, who was wrapped in evil spirit, he suddenly felt that he looked a little familiar.

The next second, he said in astonishment: "Are you a trickster wizard?"

The voice he spoke was a little sharp, and when he saw Luo Ling's smile, his face turned a little pale.

The Weird Mage had previously defeated the dean of Shrek, who was also a Soul Sage, head-on in the Soto City Soul Fighting Arena.

Thinking of this, Shi Nian had already considered retiring.

Luo Ling looked at Shi Nian whose attitude had completely changed, and controlled the spirit line to erode it directly.

Shi Nian, who also had a spiritual spirit, noticed the difference instantly. In just a moment, he seemed to see the world become dim. In that gray world, countless silk threads crisscrossed.

"Is this... the thread of the soul?" Shi Nian seemed to understand something.

(End of this chapter)