Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 662 - 605: The Battle of Shattered Souls!

Chapter 662: Chapter 605: The Battle of Shattered Souls!

The next moment, his former self suddenly charged towards Zhang San.

Zhang San immediately raised his hand to block.

At this moment, Zhang San discovered that in this so-called Soul World, none of his abilities could be utilized, but a Horizontal Blade appeared out of thin air in his predecessor’s hand, chopping towards him.

Where did the weapon come from?

He couldn’t sense his Storage Ring or Gluttonous Bag at all in this place.

Could it be...

Zhang San suddenly realized that since this was the Soul World, theoretically, the stronger the soul, the stronger one’s power should be.

Although Zhang San was not clear about what the power of the soul actually was, he guessed that since he obtained these talents and abilities through dreaming, perhaps it was similar to a dream.

In dreams, you can have whatever you desire.

As Zhang San dodged the slash from his former self, he immediately imagined the Mo Blade he had used before.

Therefore, a huge Mo Blade appeared in Zhang San’s hand.

Clang—

Zhang San slashed out with the blade, and although this slash lacked his own Blade Intent and Might, his recent progress in Blade Technique meant that the slash directly sent his predecessor flying backward.

"So, fighting in the Soul World relies on imagination? Then, wouldn’t I be invincible?"

As he spoke, Zhang San already imagined himself inside a Gundam, ready to fire countless cannons the next moment, bombarding his predecessor until his soul dissipated.

But after imagining it, Zhang San realized that countless lines seemed to gather around him, outlining a towering silhouette before dissipating again.

"Hahahaha... Even in the Soul World, not every power can be used! Only abilities that are truly effective in this world can be constructed by you! Your wasteful use of your soul’s power will only lead to depletion and death at my hands! Die, fake Zhang San!"

His former self burst out laughing, suddenly attacking from afar with a Horizontal Blade in hand that had become a Mo Blade just like the one in Zhang San’s hand.

Clang clang clang clang—

Zhang San immediately defended against the other’s Blade Technique.

At that moment, Zhang San suddenly realized something.

If his predecessor’s soul had always been hiding within this body, then wouldn’t his opponent know everything he knew!

Zhang San swiftly changed his Blade Technique.

Sure enough, his predecessor also changed his Blade Technique immediately.

For a time, the two fought with Blade Techniques, and it was hard to determine the superior.

"Hahahaha! If this is all you have, then today, I will become the complete self! Hahahaha..."

Zhang San realized that this was his first encounter with such a battle.

He was unclear about how to apply the power of the soul, so he could only think of a way to first withstand his predecessor’s onslaught and learn by observing his use of power.

Luckily, his predecessor seemed unaware of this, and soon began to etch something on the giant Mo Blade with his hand.

Zhang San immediately realized that his opponent was using the Path of Runes to enhance the Mo Blade in his hand.

Recalling what the other had said before,

That is to say, in the battles within the Soul World, one could exchange the power of the soul for various abilities and tools, provided that these things were allowed to appear in this world.

So something like the Gundam he imagined was unrealistic.

But if what he thought of was a gigantic woodcraft with various joints and defenses, just like a Gundam, then...

The next moment, his predecessor swung the gigantic Mo Blade, carrying fierce winds and thunder, chopping towards Zhang San.

With a resounding clang,

The predecessor felt as if the Mo Blade in his hand was about to shatter.

Upon a closer look, Zhang San realized that at some point, his entire body was wrapped in a massive wooden armor.

The thick wooden armor made Zhang San appear twice as tall as he originally was.

Similarly, the massive Mo Blade in his hand had also doubled in length.

The next moment, various rune arrays began to surface on the wooden armor that Zhang San was in.

These formations created gusts of wind, not only accelerating Zhang San but also enabling the blade he swung to release a more powerful attack with the aid of the storm.

Boom——

With one slash, the figure in front of him was sent flying by Zhang San’s blade, falling to the ground. Although it didn’t spew blood profusely, Zhang San noticed that the figure’s appearance became somewhat illusory.

Zhang San immediately charged towards his former self.

At this time, there was no need for useless words. Who knows what other tricks the other party had in the Soul World, better to eliminate him first.

However, just as Zhang San was about to approach his former self, the figure leaped up and while jumping, rushed towards a nearby sphere of light, grabbed it, and directly stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it down.

Gulp!

As the sphere of light entered his body, the former figure, which was somewhat illusionary and transparent, became solid again.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang San looked at his former self with a face full of shock.

The former self sneered, "Don’t you know what the ultimate fate of these soul fragments is?"

"From the moment they are taken into the Eight Hundred Souls-breaking Record, their destiny is already sealed."

"Of course! The same goes for you! Although you are a complete soul, I can also strip the most important thing from your soul, to become the last fragment of my Eight Hundred Souls-breaking Record!"

As he spoke, he reached out for another sphere of light nearby.

This time, however, he grabbed at nothing.

The former self was taken aback, and Zhang San also felt puzzled, then Zhang San realized that these spheres of light, although they were soul fragments of the geniuses that had been killed by his former self, they must still have some level of consciousness.

The escaping sphere of light released a voice identical to Zhang San’s, saying, "We were captured by you, killed by you, stripped into soul fragments and recorded here. Originally, we had resigned ourselves to our fate. Because we couldn’t resist."

The former self sneered, "Now, you’re able to resist?"

"In the face of the powerful you, indeed, we cannot resist. But we can choose! Just as many people are powerless against tyranny and oppression, but we can choose."

The former self asked with a smile, "Choose? What can you choose? You can’t even decide your own life and death, what can you choose?"

At this moment, voices suddenly emerged from the distant spheres of light.

"Since we are destined to perish like moths fluttering into flames, why should we choose you, who once cruelly killed us? Here, isn’t there a better choice?"

At this moment, the former self was stunned.

And so was Zhang San.

"Hey, hey, hey! My friends, although I know you want to help me, but... hey, hey, hey! How is this any different from cannibalism, you... ah... don’t come in... "

At this moment, the remaining conscious thoughts within countless spheres of light had all become clear, that they were already dead and their remaining soul fragments would eventually be expended.

If so, why not, before the true extinction, drag down the very killer alongside.

At this moment, countless soul fragments turned into spheres of light and merged into Zhang San’s body...

In a wooden hut at the Main Altar of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, Pockmarked Granny was sewing a cotton garment in a dimly lit room, with the oil lamp on the table as the only source of light.

What few people knew, however, was that this seemingly simple oil lamp was made by the Saint Heir himself for Pockmarked Granny. It is said to burn the faint Qi in the air, thus, it would never extinguish.

"Once this cotton garment is finished, I’ll send it to the Saint Heir. It’s getting cold, I wonder how he is doing on Longyun Path."

The granny spoke and after sewing the last stitch and knotting the thread, she bit off the excess with her teeth.

Just then, the flame in the oil lamp beside her went out.