A Ruthless One

"Fifth Soul Skill: Spear of the Heart!"

The old man likewise sensed a Soul Power of the same level rapidly approaching from the Duke's Mansion. Knowing time was short, he had no mind to waste time on this White Tiger Guard. With a casual motion, he unleashed his Fifth Soul Skill and fired a crystal spear.

Though it was only a Fifth Soul Skill, bolstered by his Titled Douluo Level Soul Power, its might rivaled a Soul Emperor's Sixth Soul Skill—more than enough to kill that brat.

Moreover, his First Soul Skill was a guaranteed lock-on hit.

A crystal spear shot out like lightning. The old man paid it no further attention and charged toward the lakeside pavilion, intending to deal with Dai Hao as quickly as possible. He was even prepared to use his Ninth Soul Skill.

Yet just as he rushed within several dozen meters of the pavilion and was about to unleash his Ninth Soul Skill, a fierce gust suddenly struck toward the vital point at his neck.

With his weak point targeted, the old man could only twist aside to evade it, causing his prepared Ninth Soul Skill to veer into the lake below.

He turned his head irritably, only for the sight before him to make his face twitch.

It was still that White Tiger Guard, but this time, the man was not running across the water. He was flying through the air, pierced from the back of his heart to the front of his chest by that crystal spear, propelled upward by the spear's own impact.

Moreover, the angle of his ascent had clearly been carefully calculated. Otherwise, he would not have been able to attack him.

The old man had never expected his Fifth Soul Skill could be used this way. It truly