The dark-red Seven Kill Sword, its blade inscribed with mysterious runes, radiated a power that transcended the realm of ordinary martial spirits.
Even Ghost Douluo, a Titled Douluo, felt a deep and inescapable suppression surging from within.
The searing crimson light infiltrated every corner of his body, stripping him of his ability to fight and drowning him in unbearable agony.
Most terrifying of all—he couldn't break free.
All of this unfolded in but a fleeting instant.
The next heartbeat, the Seven Kill Sword—already half a divine weapon—pierced downward, stabbing straight through Ghost Douluo's crown and sinking in to the hilt.
"No—!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes went bloodshot. He swept his Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum upward, but Chen Feng's agile figure leapt into the air, crimson sword wings unfurling wide. Even with Chrysanthemum Douluo's speed, he could not seize him.
Everything happened too fast. None had expected that Chen Feng could break through to the Soul Sage realm so swiftly.
And the fluctuations of spirit power coursing from his body, combined with the strength of his spirit bone, made his speed rival that of a Titled Douluo!
"Urgh—ahhh!"
Ghost Douluo's hands curled into trembling claws, veins bulging, his entire body convulsing violently. His eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
In the space of two breaths, the crimson light around him grew even more blinding.
"Boom!"
A thunderous detonation split the battlefield.
Flesh and blood exploded outward in a storm of gore.
The Ghost Douluo, once famed for his spectral elusiveness, was obliterated from the inside out—
not even a corpse remained.
Blood and viscera burst like volleys of arrows, piercing everything within a hundred meters.
The only thing left behind was a faintly glowing leg bone lying quietly on the ground.
Ghost Douluo's spirit bone.
Yet in this moment, none dared to approach it.
"Bastard—!"
"I'll kill you!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo nearly shattered his teeth from the force of his rage. Watching his lifelong comrade die before his very eyes filled him with seething hatred. He wanted nothing more than to tear Chen Feng to pieces.
"Clang—!"
In the air, Chen Feng stretched out his hand.
The Seven Kill Sword quivered, releasing a dazzling crimson glow, before trying to fly back into his grasp.
Chrysanthemum Douluo snatched at it, pressing down with his Sky Chrysanthemum in a desperate strike at the youth above.
With the power of a Titled Douluo, forcefully suppressing an opponent's martial spirit—especially an artifact spirit—would cripple any spirit master.
The plan was sound. But he had forgotten one crucial fact: the divine runes carved into the Seven Kill Sword.
Crimson light erupted. The runes surged with profound divine might. Grabbing the blade was no different from seizing molten lava.
Agony scorched through Chrysanthemum Douluo's palm, followed by a corrosive pain that forced him to release his grip at once.
The Seven Kill Sword whistled back into Chen Feng's hand.
"What…?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his burned, bleeding palm. His skin had been corroded away in mere seconds.
High above, Chen Feng let out a cold laugh.
The divine runes of the Seven Kill Sword shared the same origin as the mark etched on his brow—they were both manifestations of the Shura God's power.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, trying to suppress it barehanded, without using a soul skill, was nothing but a delusion.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan—Ghost Douluo is dead. Now, it's your turn."
Chen Feng leveled his blade, and in that instant, the Shura Seven Kill Domain erupted.
A crimson wave of energy swept across a hundred meters, the ground inscribed with countless dark-red sigils.
Yue Guan staggered. He could feel his strength being siphoned away.
"A domain!"
His brow furrowed. This domain was unlike Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Domain, yet it bore a similar pressure.
Defense, strength, speed—every attribute of his dropped by nearly forty percent.
That single suppression dragged his level 95 strength down to the threshold of an ordinary Titled Douluo.
The gap between him and Chen Feng narrowed drastically.
And worse—he had just witnessed Ghost Douluo's gruesome death. He still had no idea how Chen Feng had done it, which only deepened the youth's aura of dread.
"Divine power… You've inherited divine power! Otherwise, how could a Soul Sage possibly kill Old Ghost?!"
Fear flickered in Yue Guan's eyes as he recalled Pope Bibi Dong's warning. But even then, he hadn't imagined it would be this terrifying.
A Soul Sage slaying a Titled Douluo—who would believe it, even if Bibi Dong herself were here?
In midair, Chen Feng only smiled faintly. Ghost Douluo's death had indeed come largely thanks to the Shura God's Light.
The Shura God, sovereign of slaughter, naturally countered spirits steeped in evil and resentment. Ghost Douluo's ghostly martial spirit was suppressed to the extreme.
Even the Rakshasa God's power would be restrained by the Shura God.
Coupled with Tang Hao's devastating Clear Sky Hammer strike that had left Ghost Douluo grievously weakened, Chen Feng merely seized the perfect opportunity.
With that and his careful execution, the so-called instant kill became reality.
"Come, Yue Guan. Let's see just how much weight your title of Chrysanthemum Douluo truly carries."
Chen Feng retracted his sword wings and descended, their blades gleaming like two extra swords ready to strike.
Within his domain, he moved with unstoppable dominance—like a god walking among mortals.
Step by step, he advanced.
Step by step, Yue Guan retreated.
The image of Ghost Douluo's dismembered end was still burned into his mind. His courage had already collapsed.
What Yue Guan did not realize was that the Shura God's Light held no true elemental restraint against his Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. At most, it was divine suppression over mortals. Unlike Ghost Douluo, his martial spirit was not inherently countered.
But fear had already eroded his will.
Yue Guan's eighth soul ring flared.
The Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed, radiating dazzling violet-gold light before condensing into a ferocious beam that lanced toward Chen Feng.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Radiant Myriad Lights!"
Yue Guan pressed his palms together above his head and roared.
Chen Feng naturally wasn't foolish enough to take a Titled Douluo's eighth skill head-on. His figure flickered, aided by the Speed Leg Bone and Divine Dragon Nine Shadows, splitting into seven afterimages rushing in all directions.
But Yue Guan's Radiant Myriad Lights was no ordinary attack.
The beam twisted midair, locking onto the strongest soul fluctuation among the seven shadows—and hurtled straight for Chen Feng's true body.
Chen Feng's expression tightened as he sped away.
That direction led directly into the battlefield of Poison Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo.
Ning Fengzhi, his soul power exhausted, could no longer provide amplification. Poison Douluo, left alone, was already faltering under Porcupinefish Douluo's assault.
Under normal circumstances, he would have retreated long ago. But with the balance of the battlefield hanging by a thread, if he withdrew now, Spirit Hall's forces would gain an overwhelming advantage.
That was something the Heaven Dou Empire could not allow.
So Poison Douluo endured, gritting his teeth, hoping only to survive until Ning Fengzhi's spirit power recovered enough for the next amplification.
And just then, he heard the whistle of Chen Feng's pursuit—and the roar of Yue Guan's soul skill right behind.
A glance from the corner of his eye was enough to understand everything.
The black light of his eighth soul ring flared to life.
Eighth Soul Skill—Time Freeze!