Chapter 222 The Doomsday of the Netherworld Douluo.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"
The Fourth Elder's body instantly transformed into a streak of black light, merging into the sword. Immediately afterward, a series of shrill screams erupted as the remaining five Netherworld souls on the Netherworld Sword shattered instantly.
"Buzz—" The entire space trembled violently, transforming into a terrifying giant sword over ten zhang long, standing horizontally in the air.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Netherworld Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword!"
The giant sword's black light soared into the sky; just one glance felt like being in an endless hell. The painful howls and screams were chilling to the bone.
"Boom, boom, boom..." Violent booms echoed almost continuously in the air as lightning orbs exploded one after another.
The incoming Netherworld sword lights shattered upon contact with the pale white lightning orbs. In the sky, Wu Xuan, clashing head-on with the Fourth Elder's Martial Soul True Body and Eighth Soul Skill, exuded an aura no weaker than that of the Title Douluo opposite him.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Netherworld Shadow Slash!"
The Fourth Elder roared, his giant sword flashing across the sky, an eerie aura erupting instantly. Even Ye Guyi, hundreds of meters away, watched in terror.
Wu Xuan's expression was grave. The sky-filled lightning magma, suspended in the air, churned and spread rapidly. Soon, it covered an area of two hundred meters, with hundreds of bolts of lightning flashing incessantly, like a vast, boundless forest of lightning!
"You little beast! Let's see how long you can last! Die!" The giant sword swung down with terrifying force, and the lightning forest within a two-hundred-meter radius began to crumble, eventually disintegrating into fragments.
The collapse of his soul skill caused Wu Xuan's face to turn pale instantly, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. But his keen intuition still detected a momentary lapse in the Fourth Elder's power when he destroyed the lightning forest.
"First Soul Skill, Divine Might - Soul Breaker!"
Suppressing the impact of the sinister sword energy, Wu Xuan's emerald green vertical eye between his brows quietly opened. As he raised the Soul Breaker Spear, the first ring of blood-red light around Wu Xuan erupted with incomparably dazzling brilliance. In that instant, under the reflection of the silver light, the entire Soul Breaker Spear became ethereal.
"Chih!"
With a terrifying throw of the Soul Breaker Spear from Wu Xuan's hand, the dazzling silver light seemed to cleave everything in two.
The dazzling silver light instantly pierced through the Fourth Elder's chest.
The Fourth Elder trembled violently, staring in disbelief at Wu Xuan a hundred meters away. The previously sinister Netherworld Sword in his hand lost its former luster and fell to the ground with a clatter.
The Fourth Elder himself seemed to have briefly lost his mind, immediately kneeling on the ground.
Divine Might - Soul Breaker, carrying the power of shattering, directly attacks the soul. Wu Xuan can guarantee that even a Title Douluo hit by Wu Xuan's spear will be severely injured or dying, unable to cause any trouble.
"Idol! You're so cool!" Ye Guyi cheered from afar, clearly greatly shocked by the previous battle between the two. Wu Xuan, with the cultivation of a Soul Emperor, defeated a Title Douluo; this truly cannot be explained by talent alone. The Soul Breaker Spear that pierced through the Fourth Elder slowly condensed in Wu Xuan's palm. At this moment, Wu Xuan, holding the spear shaft, was extremely pale. Clearly, taking the Fourth Elder's ninth soul skill head-on and the counterattack had also seriously injured him.
On the other side, feeling the collapse of his own martial spirit and soul, a hysterical madness surfaced in the Fourth Elder's eyes.
Even if he died today, he would never let these two little beasts get away with it. He would let them know that even if a Title Douluo was weak, he was still a Title Douluo, and killing a Title Douluo would come at a bloody price.
The left arm bone of the 40,000-year-old Ghost Shadow Leopard, a desperate attack!
The Fourth Elder, kneeling on the ground, suddenly shone with an eerie light, his terrifying aura exploding instantly. His arms transformed into ferocious ghost claws as he charged towards Wu Xuan in a desperate attack.
"Be careful!" Ye Guyi, who had been cheering, cried out in alarm. Her jade hand trembled slightly, and a beam of white light shot out, raising a white barrier around Wu Xuan before the Fourth Elder could react.
An eighth-level soul tool, unable to break the barrier!
The Fourth Elder's ferocious, bloodthirsty claws stabbed fiercely at the impenetrable barrier. This sudden, desperate counterattack caused Wu Xuan to momentarily lose his composure. Feeling the terrifying energy within the black light, his scalp tingled.
The Fourth Elder,.a Title Douluo, burning his own essence and blood, coupled with the full power of his 40,000-year-old soul bone, was far beyond the reach of the impenetrable barrier, comparable to a level nine defensive soul tool. But even if it couldn't stop it, it bought Wu Xuan a second.
The impenetrable barrier shattered, the ear-piercing buzzing sound and terrifying power making Wu Xuan see stars.
The claws' attack was lightning-fast; Wu Xuan, now completely depleted, couldn't react in time. However, in this critical moment, the power of destiny within his body seemed to be automatically activated, involuntarily drawing upon his remaining soul power, activating Wu Xuan's last life-saving trump card: the level nine defensive soul tool, Red Dust Protection, activated its active skill, an invincible shield.
The crimson-gold shield had just been deflected when the ghostly claw struck with devastating force, slamming into the shield with a nauseating stench.
The sixth spirit ring, jet black, instantly rose from Ye Guyi's body. During its ascent, its deep black gradually transformed into a golden-red hue, mirroring the light emanating from her, before silently merging into her.
"Sixth Spirit Skill, Angel's Dance!"
Ye Guyi shouted anxiously, proudly raising her longsword. Instantly, the seven-star longsword burst into flames. The blade, forged entirely from rare metals, melted under the powerful divine spirit energy, and the divine golden light emanating from her body gradually turned into a golden-red glow. Behind her, a massive, blazing ball of light appeared, and a pair of pure white wings unfurled.
The melting sword in her hand and the light emanating from her body coalesced into a giant sword ten feet long, its golden-red blade seemingly capable of piercing the heavens and earth. Relying on the power of her own martial soul, she forcibly elevated herself to a state close to the true form of a seventh-ring martial soul, and the holy sword in her hand transformed into the Sun Holy Sword.
"Such pure holy light power, truly a rare talent. If I wanted her to be my successor, I wonder what the success rate would be?" Far away in Mingdu, Ilex, using the divine sense attached to the Soul-Breaking Spear, had been observing Wu Xuan's situation.
Ye Guyi's attributes and talent instantly caught his eye.
Suddenly, Ye Guyi moved. She took a step in the air, her delicate body spinning, and the enormous light sword in her hand began to dance. The four angel wings on her back shimmered with light, looking so beautiful and moving.
The hysterical Fourth Elder raised his left arm, which had transformed into a ghostly claw. He horrifiedly faced the Sun Holy Sword burning with holy fire. Under the terrifying holy fire, the Fourth Elder's ghostly arm only lasted for less than five seconds before being completely vaporized by the terrifying light energy.
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