An Extreme-Level Darkgolden Terror Claw!
Facing such a set of claws, even Zang Xin and Guan Yue felt their skin prickle, a strong sense of danger surging through their hearts.
Guan Yue charged forward at once, instantly releasing his four-word battle armor. His aura skyrocketed as his eighth soul ring lit up.
The Sky-Piercing Divine Spear in his hand erupted with milky-white radiance. He swept the spear horizontally, and thread-thin spear light arced outward like sword qi.
Boom!
The spear light collided with the darkgolden terror claw. The explosion sounded like thunder splitting the heavens, shaking eardrums painfully.
Terrifying energy raged outward—violent and razor-sharp—like a rain of countless blades, tearing through space itself.
As the sharp claw strike continued forward, Guan Yue's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly raised the Sky-Piercing Divine Spear to block.
A metallic clang rang out.
Sparks flew from the spear as Guan Yue was forced backward through the air. A scratch appeared on his face, and several inch-deep slashes were carved into his battle armor.
Xiong Jun's strongest skill—how could it be so easily blocked?
Seeing this, Zang Xin erupted with soul power, forcibly suppressing the rampant energy to prevent their formation from being disrupted.
After completely neutralizing the energy from the claws and stabilizing himself, Guan Yue revealed a shocked expression.
So strong… the Darkgolden Terror Claw.
With his experience, he naturally recognized the Darkgolden Terror Claw Bear martial soul, as well as the terrifying nature of these five claws—the signature, most lethal skill of that bloodline.
In the very first exchange, Guan Yue had already fallen into a disadvantage. Xiong Jun's Darkgolden Terror Claw left him rather battered, even damaging his battle armor.
"Lin San, go invisible and deal with the people aboard those three flying vessels behind them," Yun Ze said calmly.
"Don't destroy what's inside. Use soul tools to take everything directly."
Yun Ze had noticed the retreating vessels—and sensed danger from them.
He took out three rings and tossed them to Lin San. Each was a storage ring large enough to hold something on the scale of a Lava Lord–class mech, with vast internal space.
"Yes," Lin San replied immediately. He was not far away.
Using his soul power, he drew the rings into his hand and activated his innate talent.
His figure vanished instantly.
"Haha, brat! Come—fight your Grandpa Bear!" Xiong Jun laughed wildly as he looked at Guan Yue.
With that, he accelerated and charged forward, swinging another claw. This time, it was merely a normal claw strike.
Hearing the words Grandpa Bear, Guan Yue's expression darkened.
This man was outrageously arrogant—completely unrestrained in speech.
"Seeking death," Guan Yue thought angrily.
He gripped the Sky-Piercing Divine Spear tightly and stomped through the air. The atmosphere exploded beneath his foot as he rushed toward the claw strike.
The spear swung down, shattering the claw imprint. However, the impact slowed him, his palm going numb as a series of metallic clangs rang out.
Those sounds came from the scattered sharp energy colliding with his four-word battle armor, sparks flying continuously.
Xiong Jun also released his three-word battle armor.
In terms of amplification, it naturally couldn't compare to a four-word battle armor.
But Xiong Jun's own strength far exceeded Guan Yue's. Combined with the fact that his three-word armor was of the highest quality—essentially half a four-word battle armor—the overall amplification actually surpassed Guan Yue's.
His momentum clearly overwhelmed his opponent's.
Xiong Jun extended both hands, long and terrifyingly sharp claws emerging—Darkgolden Terror Claws, capable of slicing through iron like mud.
These were Darkgolden Terror Claws at the five-hundred-thousand-year level.
In this world, aside from true divine artifacts and Di Tian's sword, there was likely nothing sharper.
The two clashed in close combat.
Darkgolden claws scraped across Guan Yue's four-word battle armor, producing shrill metallic screeches as five distinct slashes appeared.
Before Xiong Jun's claws, even four-word battle armor no longer seemed invincible.
Sensing the terrifying lethality of those claws, Guan Yue dared not allow them to strike him freely. He deliberately pulled back to create distance.
A spear's advantage lay in range—his plan was to kite his opponent.
But Xiong Jun would never allow himself to be led around like that.
His assault was ferocious, and he simultaneously activated a skill attached to his battle armor—
Teleportation.
When Xiong Jun's battle armor was designed, it was already acknowledged that his attack and defense were nearly at the pinnacle.
Further amplifying those aspects would yield diminishing returns.
Instead, the designers chose to compensate for his weakness—speed.
Against peers, Xiong Jun's greatest flaw was speed. Against fast opponents, landing hits could be difficult.
Thus, his armor was designed to focus on speed, nearly doubling it, and granting the ability to teleport.
With this enhancement, Xiong Jun no longer had any obvious weaknesses.
Overwhelming attack, terrifying defense—and now, astonishing speed.
Guan Yue was completely caught off guard.
Who would have thought a bear-type soul master could be this fast?
On the other side of the battlefield, Wan Yao King and Zang Xin had begun their duel.
Both were half-gods, their strengths closely matched.
They had both released their battle armor.
Wan Yao King was at a slight disadvantage—his was only three-word, while Zang Xin's was four-word.
Without armor, Wan Yao King, with his five-hundred-thousand-year cultivation, would unquestionably surpass Zang Xin.
But under the amplification of battle armor, Zang Xin gained a slight edge—though the gap was not large.
After activating his martial soul in humanoid form, Wan Yao King's body sprouted countless ancient tree branches.
His hands transformed into interwoven wooden limbs.
From his fingers, vine-like tendrils extended—soft yet alive—lashing toward Zang Xin under his control.
His attacks were endlessly varied.
Ten fingers meant ten separate attack trajectories.
Some vines lashed, some entangled, and others hardened into spear-like points, thrusting forward violently.
Under the enhancement of his powerful soul power, these seemingly fragile vines were both tough and flexible, extremely difficult to sever.
Zang Xin continuously swung the Affectionate Sword, attempting to cut through the vines.
But a casual strike was rarely enough—he had to exert considerable force, otherwise he could only knock them aside.
The incoming vines were simply too numerous and too fast.
He was forced to swing without pause, sword shadows filling the air.
While neutralizing the attacks, Zang Xin constantly repositioned himself, searching for an opening to strike back.
Wan Yao King was not stationary either.
Each time he moved, he secretly left behind tiny, nearly undetectable seeds.
Meanwhile, Di Tian and Lin Yi, both quasi-gods, also entered the fray.
However, their targets were not the strongest enemies.
The opposing side had only two extreme-level experts—already engaged by Xiong Jun and Wan Yao King.
They had no equals left.
Under these circumstances, they did not choose to fight the level-98 Super Douluo.
Instead, they targeted the weakest.
Their true opponents were Yun Ming and Long Yeyue, who had yet to arrive.
If they were to engage level-98 opponents now, it would be time-consuming and exhausting.
To kill one would require at least thirty percent of their soul power—and possibly injury.
Facing Yun Ming and Long Yeyue afterward in such a state would place them at a massive disadvantage.
(End of Chapter)