The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Beneath the densely packed dark clouds, the red-bannered, black-lettered flag that Zhou Donglin had thrown out hovered in mid-air. As the howling of the sinister wind intensified, the flag suddenly began to expand in an eerie spectacle!

This was not a novel, nor was it a movie. It was a tangible change happening right before their very eyes.

Watching the flag grow from the size of a palm to over a square meter, a short distance away, Zhou Shaofeng was frozen in a horrified stupor. He shook his head violently, murmuring ceaselessly, "The Soul Training Banner! How can it be the Soul Training Banner! No, impossible! Master would never use something as evil as the Soul Training Banner! He wouldn’t! He definitely wouldn’t!"

At the same time, Lai Zhuge and the others rushed over from the Four Seasons Hotel. When they saw the Soul Training Banner dancing wildly in the sinister wind, reeking of sinister energy, they were all completely stunned.

"The Soul Training Banner! It’s actually the Soul Training Banner!"

"Damn it! To think Zhou Donglin was this kind of person!"

"The number one Heavenly Master of Xiangjiang is actually the evil man training souls behind the scenes?"

"That bastard! The Masters who came here before were definitely done in by this vile creature! Master Qin was right. There really was someone manipulating the Demon Dragon’s aura, and it was this bastard!"

A towering, vengeful fury erupted from their hearts. Seeing Zhou Donglin wield the Soul Training Banner, a relic thought to exist only in historical records, all the Masters from Jiangzhou couldn’t help but roar in anger.

"A bunch of trash! This Heavenly Master has no time for you right now!" Zhou Donglin sneered, his tone no longer the affable, compassionate one he usually affected. "After I capture this boy and make him a soul for my banner, I’ll deal with you lot slowly!"

In his eyes, at this very moment, only Qin Fan mattered. He wanted to pry the secret of the True Fire Talisman from him! As for the other Abnormals from Jiangzhou... heh, there was no rush. Since they had come to Gufeng Ridge, they weren’t getting away.

"Lai Shenxiang, take them and fall back!" Qin Fan’s voice cut through the air, calm but carrying a new weight of solemnity. He could already feel the intensely ominous aura radiating from the Soul Training Banner. It was like the very presence of Hell.

"Yes, Master Qin!"

If Qin Fan could sense the banner’s strange power, then Lai Zhuge, who had been steeped in Yin Yang Techniques for most of his life, could certainly feel that chilling aura that made his heart tremble in fear. He wasn’t foolish enough to make a grand declaration about going to help. If there was someone even Qin Fan couldn’t handle, Lai Zhuge going up against them would be suicide. He still possessed that much awareness. After acknowledging the order, he gestured for the others, and they slowly began to retreat.

Zhou Donglin scoffed at their retreat.

The next moment, when the Soul Training Banner stopped expanding, he suddenly brought his index finger to his mouth and bit down hard. Brilliantly red blood immediately surged from his fingertip. His cold face grew even more malevolent as he flicked the blood, without a second thought, toward the Soul Training Banner, which had now grown to a massive two square meters.

When the droplets of blood landed on the banner, the black, seal-script character for ’soul’ immediately glowed crimson. Gradually, it seemed to melt and fuse into the blood-red fabric of the banner itself.

Meanwhile, as the Soul Training Banner underwent this transformation, Zhou Donglin produced a golden Wolf Hair Brush from his robes. With a swift leap into the air, he began to chant, his expression grave, as his brush flew across the face of the banner.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

As Zhou Donglin drew the final stroke, an incredibly dazzling golden light erupted from the Soul Training Banner. Looking closely, one could see he had used the banner as a canvas to draw a large-scale Talisman.

"By the authority of the Underworld Lords, by the spirit of Ksitigarbha, I command the three thousand slave souls to appear now!" After finishing the final stroke, he leaped onto the very top of the Soul Training Banner. His hands intertwined to form a seal as he shouted with immense solemnity. With his final word, he stomped his right foot on the hovering banner’s peak.

THWACK!

An eerie sound cracked through the air. The next second, from the golden-glowing talisman on the Soul Training Banner, endless streams of black mist began to pour out. In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming swarm surrounded Qin Fan from all sides, moving to block all of his paths of escape.

"Three thousand slave souls, seize this fiend for me at once!" Zhou Donglin commanded with a self-satisfied, cold laugh, still standing atop the banner.

He knew Qin Fan’s True Fire Talisman could incinerate souls completely. But here were three thousand slave souls, each possessing its own autonomous will to attack and defend. Want to burn them with the True Fire Talisman? Fine, go ahead! The problem was, you’d have to prepare several thousand True Fire Talismans first. And several thousand True Fire Talismans? That was impossible.

"After all that, this is all you’ve got?" Qin Fan shook his head disdainfully, looking at the menacing, screeching black spirits.

"Hmph, ignorant youth!" Zhou Donglin snorted and flung his hands out.

WHOOSH!

At his gesture, the three thousand slave souls swarmed the air, pouncing ferociously toward Qin Fan.

"Staff, come!" Qin Fan commanded, putting away the Dragon-locking Whip he had taken from Zhou Shaofeng.

HUM!

Instantly, the jangling Evil Spirit Zen Staff materialized in Qin Fan’s hand, vibrating with excitement.

However, before Qin Fan could swing the staff to devour and consume the horde, something incredible happened. The moment the three thousand slave souls came within a meter of him, the Prison Suppressing Body activated on its own, enveloping him in a breathtakingly beautiful azure light.

Under this azure glow...

SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!

SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!

The three thousand slave souls, which had been about to pounce, suddenly shrieked in terror. Their forward surge halted. Amidst panicked squeals, they turned without a second thought and scrambled to fly back into the Soul Training Banner.

Qin Fan was dumbfounded.

Are these slave souls afraid of my Prison Suppressing Body? Can mere ghosts identify and distinguish a cultivator’s physique? Or did they sense the aura of my Golden Core? That’s complete nonsense.

Perplexed by the souls’ bizarre retreat, Qin Fan held back the Evil Spirit Zen Staff, which he had been about to swing. His thoughts raced as his brows knitted together tightly. He, too, wanted to know what could possibly make three thousand souls so terrified of him. Other than the Prison Suppressing Body, the Golden Core’s aura, or the Evil Spirit Zen Staff, what other explanation could there be? None. And yet, using any of those three as an explanation seemed far too contrived.

It wasn’t just Qin Fan who was shocked. Lai Zhuge and the others who had witnessed it were equally astounded. But most shocked of all was Zhou Donglin, whose face changed drastically as he stared in utter disbelief, trembling uncontrollably.

Three thousand slave souls... scared away? No, no, no! How is this possible! These are the three thousand souls I spent decades training, souls capable of subduing the aura of a Demon Dragon! How could some kid in his late teens scare away three thousand souls that should be resting comfortably in the Underworld?

Impossible. Zhou Donglin shook his head violently, refusing to believe what he was seeing.