Chapter 194 The Soul of Fear.
A dense roar resounded continuously. At this moment, the Soul-Breaking Spear was like Wu Xuan's extended arm, slashing, chopping, and thrusting with fluid grace.
Each clash with the bald man forced him to retreat a few steps. Gradually, it turned into a chase. This was a complete and utter domination in strength.
Ye Guyi, watching from the shadows, was almost stunned. How could someone with a twenty-level difference in level be able to suppress an eighth-level melee Soul Master? What kind of teammate had she chosen?
"I'm dreaming, yes, I must be dreaming!" Ye Guyi's slender hands repeatedly slapped her dazed face, trying to bring herself to her senses.
"Those bunch of good-for-nothing idiots, why haven't they come to reinforce us yet!" The bald man felt his arms trembling, his anger rising.
"Old bald donkey, you won't be able to wait for reinforcements. Just accept your fate and submit," Wu Xuan said coldly, pointing the Soul-Breaking Spear forward.
"Haha! You little beast, even without reinforcements, you think you've already won? Let me tell you, I'm not only an eighth-level Soul Master, but also a Soul Douluo in the traditional sense!!"
As the words fell, a ghostly blue figure emerged from behind the bald man. A sinister aura immediately followed. His eyes turned ghostly blue, and he uttered a low, murmuring sound.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black! Eight Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.
"Soul of Terror!" Ye Guyi, hiding behind, exclaimed in shock upon seeing the bald man's released Soul.
The Soul of Terror is a strange humanoid spiritual attribute Soul. According to the Holy Spirit Cult, this Soul originates from the fear felt after death. When the deceased is tainted by the evil energy of heaven and earth, they become a special being.
With no reinforcements arriving for so long, the bald man's stalling plan had completely failed. Now, the disadvantage was gradually growing larger; if he didn't fight seriously, losing his life would be a truly unjust death.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Terrifying Scream."
The fifth soul ring lit up, and the bald man suddenly unleashed a sharp, piercing scream.
Even with the hurricane's shield, Ye Guyi, hidden in the shadows, was still reeling from the shriek.
Wu Xuan calmly picked at his ear; mental attacks were the least of his worries. After calling out for a while without any response from Wu Xuan, the bald man's face darkened, and his sixth ten-thousand-year soul ring lit up.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Soul Invasion!"
A pale blue light, identical to the bald man's martial soul, emerged from his body and hurtled towards Wu Xuan.
This pale blue light was different from the traditional evil soul masters Wu Xuan had encountered before. Those evil soul masters relied on slaughtering humans to collect souls and cultivate powerful evil souls.
The bald man's pale blue light was more like a polymer of emotions; being entangled by this light could greatly affect the opponent's soul. If the opponent's soul strength is too far inferior to one's own, then the soul will be stripped away and shattered, becoming nourishment for the bald man.
But the bald man had chosen the wrong opponent. Wu Xuan, whose spiritual power was already comparable to that of an ordinary Title Douluo, was not someone he could easily manipulate.
Suddenly, the vertical eye between Wu Xuan's brows snapped open, radiating silver light, and an indescribable aura rose abruptly from his body. The Soul-Breaking Spear, under this spiritual power, turned a silent silver-white, its majestic aura pressing down on the Azure Light Shadow like Mount Tai.
The Azure Light Shadow, upon contact with this incredibly sharp spiritual power, was instantly pierced like a leaky sack. Its body trembled and exploded into a mist of light, returning to the bald man's martial soul.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the bald man looked at the Soul-Breaking Spear in Wu Xuan's hand with shock and uncertainty.
At this moment, the bald man finally understood why he had been constantly suppressed.
"Your spear is a spirit-attribute martial soul? But how is that possible? How can a weapon-type martial soul like a spear be linked to the sea of spirit? Tell me, I want to know the truth!" the bald man cried out in fear.
"So much nonsense even when you're about to die. I don't have time to answer questions for evil spirit masters." Wu Xuan snorted coldly, took a step forward with his left leg, and the dark silver light around the Soul-Breaking Spear shone brightly.
"Reign Supreme, Slay Evil!"
Wu Xuan roared, his gleaming Soul-Shattering Spear slashing fiercely down at the bald man.
The shout echoed throughout the hurricane battlefield, and a crescent-shaped white energy blade, three zhang wide, shot out from the tip of the Soul-Shattering Spear.
The massive silver-white crescent blade streaked across the sky, disappearing in a flash, the sudden release of spiritual pressure causing the bald man to break out in a cold sweat.
"You little beast, I'm not that easy to kill!"
"Eighth Soul Skill, Heavenly Net!"
The bald man's eighth soul ring suddenly shone brightly, its azure energy converging towards the level eight soul tools, the Soul-Shocking Claws, in his hands.
Immediately afterward, eerie crimson lines of blood instantly covered the bald man's body, all the light transforming into sharp blades, slicing directly towards the white crescent blade Wu Xuan had unleashed.
The bald man didn't intend to use his Martial Soul True Body, but instead used a combined release of his level eight soul tool and eighth soul skill. He knew that releasing his Martial Soul True Body might be his fatal weakness.
Level 8 soul tools are different. The Soul-Shocking Claw, while possessing extremely strong corrosive mental power, also has extraordinary cutting ability, making it one of the most powerful level 8 melee soul tools. A terrifying blood-red storm bloomed in the air. In an instant, soul power surged chaotically, and even the hurricane battlefield released by Wu Xuan began to shake.
"Bang!" Two terrifying attacks collided violently. Under the suppression of the dazzling silver light of the white crescent blade, the blood-red storm remained frozen in the air for four or five seconds before gradually subsiding.
The evenly matched power resulted in no clear victor for a short time.
Without needing Wu Xuan's prompting, Ye Guyi, already certain she wasn't dreaming, charged out with her Seven-Star Longsword in hand.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Holy Light Spirit Array!"
She raised her longsword high, her fourth soul ring shining. The wings on her back first rose upwards, then forcefully slammed down. Instantly, layers upon layers of holy light gushed outwards from her center like a spring.
The bald man, locked in a stalemate with Wu Xuan, was caught off guard and struck directly by the holy light. Black smoke billowed from the terrifying soul behind him.
"Bang!"
The blood-red storm dissipated. The bald man, sent flying backward, felt as if his body had fallen apart. An indescribable mental shock caused him to collapse rapidly. His soul power seemed to be bound by that invisible force. His brain had completely lost connection with his body.
Ye Guyi's holy light suddenly shone, directly purifying the bald man's martial soul.
The bald man's eyes widened as he lay on the ground. Just ten minutes ago, he had been fantasizing about the great success of his experiment, which would bring him the resources of the Holy Church and help him break through to the Title Douluo realm as soon as possible. But in such a short time, everything had changed drastically.
He had been ambushed and killed by a thief who had sneaked into the treasure vault, and he had been powerfully ambushed and killed even when his martial soul was countered.
He felt his martial soul shatter and his life force rapidly draining away. The bald man ultimately died a tragic and unwilling death on the spot.
Ye Guyi's soul power surged instantly, rising more than one level in a flash.
Soul power level fifty-nine, peak!!
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