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The sturdy old man guarding Chen Zhang's left, Zhu Yanfeng with his youthful looks restored, reacted with incredible speed!
Rich earth-yellow Soul Power erupted from his burly frame. He stepped forward and roared:
"Fifth Soul Skill - Stone Armor Shield!"
A huge, thick, dark-yellow rock shield instantly condensed, blocking the space before Chen Zhang.
Clang—!!!
The Nether Ghost Claw slammed hard into the giant shield, unleashing a heaven-shaking boom.
Violent dark Soul Power and poisonous black flames battered the Rock Bulwark madly. The shield face trembled violently, instantly crawling with spiderweb-like cracks.
That tremendous force passed through the shield. Zhu Yanfeng's body lurched sharply, and he was forcibly shaken back five steps—thud, thud, thud—stomping deep cracked pits into the ground as dust, shattered stone, and debris flew everywhere.
Yet not only did he not fall, he steadied himself instead. A cold, wild sneer appeared on his beard-covered face. "Hmph! Level 93? A Titled Douluo's claws? Is that all? Are you trying to scratch my itch?!"
Just as Zhu Yanfeng braced against a Titled Douluo and endured that terrifying blow head-on, the gaunt-faced old man on the right, Xia Yun, had already made his move!
His figure flickered as he swiftly closed in on the blind spot at Ming Xingyun's flank. His fingers formed a hand seal, and he shouted clearly:
"Sixth Soul Skill - Falling Flowers in Profusion!"
Buzz!
Countless pale-pink Soul Power cherry blossoms, their edges flashing with ice-cold sharpness, appeared out of thin air. These petals looked soft and beautiful, but in truth they contained a terrifying keen edge capable of slicing through refined metal.
They turned into a dazzling yet deadly pink torrent, carrying a scalp-numbing, piercing whistle as they swept toward Ming Xingyun in an overwhelming wave.
"Fifth Master!" Xia Yun