Pinned Dead, Body Immobilization Spell!

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"Roar—!"

Yan Chou Long struggled in a fury!

Black light exploded, and the tough lotus threads snapped one after another.

That miniature Three Powers Sword Formation buzzed and trembled even more under the surging Dragon Soul True Force of a Titled Douluo.

But how could he be allowed to catch his breath?

At that moment, Xi Xi's and Xiao Yi's skills arrived as well.

"Third Soul Skill—Sea God's Gaze!"

Xi Xi's clear cry rang out like waves crashing against the shore. She raised her trident high, and golden-blue divine radiance surged from its tip, piercing straight into the heavens.

A massive blue hand condensed from pure ocean will, a vortex spinning in its palm, reached down at Yan Chou Long as if a god were extending its fingers from the nine heavens.

A tremendous suction force disrupted the protective air currents around him, and his struggling dragon wings stalled for an instant.

At the same time, a comparatively smaller blue palm broke through the smoke and dust on the ground and silently seized one of Yan Chou Long's ankles, its five fingers clamping tight like a noose.

With the Sea God's restraint reinforcing it, the pressure on the Shang Tianzi Sword Formation dropped sharply.

"Freeze!"

Xiao Yi's voice followed immediately after, calm and unruffled.

Her left index finger traced through the air, and a golden talisman spanning several dozen meters, exuding the pressure to suppress all things, took shape out of nowhere.

Every stroke flowed with Great Void Dao Power—the Body Immobilization Spell!

The instant the talisman was complete, all the Soul Power in the space froze for a split second.

Yan Chou Long, still struggling, was like a fly sealed in amber; even the faint tremor of his eyeballs was forcibly locked in place.

Several stacked fatal openings were enough to decide it!

The Seven Stars Long Yuan Sword in Chen Xiaojun's hand hummed like a dragon's cry. The sword tip pointed to the sky, and his entire aura suddenly climbed to the sharpest peak.

"Fifth Soul Skill · Advanced Skill—Azure Lotus Divine Light!!!"

A pure azure pillar of light, carrying an aura that scoured away all foreign energies, surged from the sword's edge and precisely enveloped Yan Chou Long, who was unable to move beneath the immobilizing talisman.

Hiss—!

The violent, surging black Nether Dragon Breath around Yan Chou Long, which had almost solidified into substance, seemed to have encountered its natural enemy under the radiance of that azure light.

The outer dragon-shadow shell formed by the Seventh Soul Skill Martial Soul True Body groaned with cracks under the strain, while the amplifying streams of light from the Eighth Soul Skill Dragon Soul Awakening melted away inside the pillar like snow in water.

The vast, oppressive aura on his body rapidly fell back at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a punctured ball.

Two hundred and fifty percent—that was the terrifying boost he had previously gained by stacking those two major soul skills.

Now, under the cleansing surge of Azure Lotus Divine Light, the Martial Soul True Body was annihilated without a trace, and most of the extra amplification granted by Dragon Soul Awakening was forcibly stripped away, leaving only half of it, a fifty-percent boost, intact.

After all, he was a Titled Douluo. He had not been stripped completely bare.

But that mountain-crushing presence of his was instantly beaten back to its original state.

Chen Xiaojun staggered half a step, scalding, metallic sweetness surging into his mouth. The old wound in his sea of consciousness throbbed violently, yet the hand gripping his sword remained steady as a rock.

At the edge of his vision were Yan Chou Long's molten-gold vertical pupils beneath the light of the immobilizing talisman, now completely stained into a molten Blood Pool by rage, agony, and the humiliation of having his power stripped away.

A layer of the Titled Douluo's Trump Card had already been torn away. The mortal, brutal fight to the death truly began only now!

Then Xiao Yi let out a delicate shout: "Mist Cleaving Wave!"

This was the strongest single-target attack art among the three great Foundation Skills of the Mist Haze Godly Venerable Body.

Xiao Yi's wrist suddenly exerted force, and the soft whip flowing with Seven-Colored Mist seemed to become a living mist-dragon, its body instantly snapping taut and straight.

She did not lash it out. Instead, with a spiraling flick of her wrist, she thrust the long whip diagonally forward and gave it a fierce shake.

"Zzt—!"

The whip vibrated at high frequency. Countless afterimages of whip shadows formed from pure mist light lingered and stacked in the space around her.

In the very next instant, all the remaining whip shadows were like A Hundred Rivers Flow into the Sea, crazily collapsing and gathering toward the single point at the whip's tip.

Mist light compressed to its limit condensed at the tip into a thumb-sized blazing-white point of light, so bright it seemed to pierce the canopy of the sky.

The instant that light point was born, the entire mist whip became like a lit powder fuse.

From the handle to the tip, the mist-light Dao patterns covering it lit up layer by layer.

The entire whip was no longer a supple long cord, but had transformed into a solidified molten-gold prism of light that continuously stabbed and extended into the space ahead.

It still retained the form of a whip, yet it had already transformed into a vicious weapon of light.

The blazing-white point at the whip's tip was the first to strike Yan Chou Long's chest.

The instant they made contact—

Pfft!

There was no explosion, only a dull, heart-stopping sound of piercing and tearing.

The point of light at the whip's tip stabbed into the Nether Chest Armor like a red-hot branding iron sinking into butter, boring without resistance into the armor that had been pinned by the Three Powers Sword Formation and weakened by the Azure Lotus Divine Light.

Wherever the whip tip passed, the hardened dragon scales carbonized and vaporized, leaving behind a glassy hole whose edges rapidly melted and spread outward.

But this was only the beginning!

Right after the whip tip, the solidified prism of light formed from the entire mist whip followed the wound it had opened and brutally rammed inside.

Boom!

Yan Chou Long's body arched violently backward as if struck head-on by a siege ballista.

The Nether Dragon Astral Force covering his entire chest and back shattered piece by piece along the path pierced by the mist-light prism.

When the mist-light prism punched through his body, the muscles, fascia, and even bones along the edge of the wound were instantly burned, melted, and crystallized by the dense mist-light energy.

A whip shadow? Yes, and yet no longer.

What pierced Yan Chou Long's body at that moment was a "solid whip of light" compressed to the extreme, formed from mist light empowered by pure Destruction Attribute.

With the most primitive, most violent thrust, it interpreted the true meaning of "cleaving"—cleaving armor! Cleaving flesh! Cleaving the soul!

The remaining mist-light energy boiled and annihilated within Yan Chou Long's chest and abdomen.

This Godly Venerable Body was too formidable. A Soul Sage had actually broken through the body of a Titled Douluo.

He lowered his head with difficulty and saw the terrifying hole piercing through his chest, where charred granulation tissue struggled in vain amid the embers of mist light.

There was no blood on the walls of the hole, only scorched-black dragon scales completely carbonized by the mist light and flaking away with soft rustles, as well as the residual seven-colored threads of light inside the cavity, flickering like maggots gnawing at bone.

His head hung low, his molten-gold pupils fixed deathly on the purifying wound in his chest that was still slowly expanding. Every breath carried out the burnt stench of seared internal organs.

"Water Control Art—True Sky Piercer."

Xi Xi's gaze pierced through the surging chaotic currents of energy, locking ice-cold onto the vital point of Yan Chou Long's head.

The Golden Trident began to tremble, then drove its slender golden shaft, more than twenty meters long, into a high-speed spin.

With every slight rotation of the trident tip, the sharp trident radiance carved twisted true-vacuum black lines into the heavy space like an invisible carving knife—lines as fine as spider silk, yet bottomless.

This was no longer a thrust. It was space itself being pierced through.

The trident bore the weight of judging all things and the extreme speed of tearing through space, dragging behind it a lengthening trail of vacuum rifts that devoured the light, as it drove ruthlessly toward Yan Chou Long's stiff neck and head, still unrecovered after being grievously wounded by the Mist Cleaving Wave!

So what if he was a Titled Douluo?

If the vital point of his head was completely pierced by a trident edge containing the might of spatial annihilation, even a true dragon would suffer Soul Annihilation, with absolutely no chance of regeneration!