The Soul of Cry, it was the Soul of Cry.
As a cultivator who had mastered the Soul of Cry, Zong Zhenghao had the ability to recognize it.
But how could the Soul of Cry be so fast?
Zong Zhenghao looked at Lu Ping, at the broken line between Lu Ping's fist and his hands.
Broken ice beads, broken raindrops, and broken air. Was it Lu Ping's punch that pierced through and shattered everything?
No, it wasn't!
Zong Zhenghao suddenly realized. This was not piercing or shattering, this was … transmission. The Soul of Cry was like sound transmission. Ice beads, raindrops, and air were all mediums of the Soul of Cry. Just like how sound traveled at different speeds in different mediums, in ice and water, the Soul of Cry's transmission speed was much faster than in the air.
At this time, it was raining.
At this time, there were many ice beads.
In such an environment, Lu Ping's Soul of Cry, which had been punched by him, managed to achieve an incredible attack speed.
It wasn't that Zong Zhenghao didn't know about this. It wasn't that he couldn't do it. This method of using the Soul of Cry was called "Voice Transmission." It was a Level 1 ability that used the Soul of Cry to transmit sound. With some special materials, it could even transmit very far. But he had never heard of this Level 1 ability being used as an attack. The Soul of Cry that protected sound transmission had such destructive power.
This was at least a Level 3 Soul of Cry ability. However, Zong Zhenghao could clearly feel that this attack was a telepathic attack. Because his body had become the medium, the Soul of Cry had completed its transmission in his body. From his hands, arms, shoulders, to the rest of his body, and finally to the ground.
The Soul of Cry had completed its transmission and destruction. The ice beads and raindrops could not withstand the power of the Soul of Cry and shattered. Zong Zhenghao was the same. His hands were bleeding, and his hair was broken in the wind and rain. His injuries seemed to be nothing. But under Zong Zhenghao's feet, the Soul of Cry that traveled through his body had caused cracks to appear on the hard stone floor. Such a destructive force had traveled through every nook and cranny of his body.
Zong Zhenghao could feel the strength supporting him disappearing. His skin, muscles, bones, meridians, blood vessels, internal organs, and even his consciousness were like beads of ice or raindrops. The hard stone floor was cracking and shattering.
It was a very ordinary method of controlling the Soul of Cry, but in the end, it produced incredible power. Zong Zhenghao wasn't even the final target of the attack. He was like the ice beads, raindrops, and air. He was just a medium for the soul power to spread.
How could this be?
Zong Zhenghao really wanted to ask, he really wanted to know, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was broken. All the systems in his body had been destroyed. Just as Ming Zhi's Courage passed by …
Zong Zhenghao fell to the ground. His blood quickly spread on the stone floor and dyed the rainwater red …
Whoosh …
Lu Ping heaved a sigh of relief.
This was an attack that he had used all of his strength, but what was strange was that after this attack, he felt that the situation was very different from before. He didn't feel like his body was completely emptied, nor did he feel like he was being forced out of chains to suppress his soul.
Was it because of the purity of the soul power?
Lu Ping looked at his right hand, the right hand that he had used to punch.
Astonishing speed, tyrannical power, but the burden on his body was surprisingly small. What was different from before. It was the purity of the soul power this time. It was just the Soul of Cry, the soul that he had always used to "listen to souls". This time, it was purely released in the form of an attack, and it ended up like this.
Lu Ping suddenly waved his hand. He punched again. The broken raindrops drew a clear trail in the curtain of rain that connected the sky and the earth. They went all the way to the end of the street before gradually dissipating. Then, in the rain at the end of the street, two figures appeared, walking side by side. They walked slowly towards Lu Ping and Su Tang.
Lu Ping turned around to support Su Tang. He watched as the two people approached him. He didn't keep his guard up anymore.
Siffin, Morin.
He walked with heavy steps to the two of them. He didn't look at Lu Ping and Su Tang. Instead, he looked at Zong Zhenghao, who was on the ground, in a daze.
"That's a bit too much!" Morin said.
"Huh?" Lu Ping didn't understand.
"You killed such a powerful guy, and you're still so lively?" Morin's gaze turned to Lu Ping, sizing him up. Lu Ping didn't seem to have any serious injuries, which made him very unhappy.
"I'm okay." Lu Ping said.
"How did you deal with it?" Siffin bent down and examined Zong Zhenghao's body. He discovered that there were countless injuries, both inside and out.
"How big of a grudge?" West also looked at Lu Ping.
"Just one punch," Lu Ping said.
"That punch?" Morin pointed at the street behind them. He was obviously referring to Lu Ping's experimental punch.
"Yes." Lu Ping nodded.
Morin and Siffin turned around and looked at the end of the street. This was the road they had just walked, so they had a clear idea of the distance. The power of that punch could be imagined.
"I'm sorry." Morin suddenly said.
"Huh?" Lu Ping was confused why Morin suddenly apologized.
"It's our fault for worrying about you," Morin said.
"You can't say that. I didn't mean it." Lu Ping said.
"So you're saying that you accidentally killed a guy with three spirits connected?" Morin said expressionlessly.
"I didn't mean it, at least not the punch that killed him." Lu Ping said.
"I don't want to talk to this person anymore!" Morin's face was full of grief and indignation. He looked at his wound and thought about how careful and cautious he had been in battle. Compared to Lu Ping, Morin felt that he could endure all the unfairness in this world.
"What breakthrough did you make?" Siffin, on the other hand, could tell from Lu Ping's words that there was a hidden meaning. The unintentional punch that knocked down Zong Zhenghao seemed to be Lu Ping's new breakthrough.
"If you use pure soul power, you'll be able to release its might, and the burden on your body will be much smaller," Lu Ping said.
When Siffin and Morin heard this, they frowned. It was obvious that this was not in line with their understanding. Soul Power should be used in combination to be more effective. Most abilities above the fourth level were like this. So the more Soul Power connected, the stronger it would be. Lu Ping's new discovery was the opposite of the most basic understanding.
"It's probably related to your uniqueness." Su Tang said. This was the only explanation.
"We'll discuss this later. Where's Shujihira? Shi Ao? "Siffin said.
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