You Think You Can Take Me Down with Just That?

"You think controlling me is enough? With nothing more than the Eighth Soul Skill of a control-type Soul Douluo, do you really think you can hurt me in the slightest?"

"Even this layer of ice is nothing but useless effort against me!"

Frozen solid in ice, Wind Dragon was still shouting. But he did have the right to be arrogant. After all, as the saying went, going dark made one ten times stronger, while turning good weakened one by thirty percent. Every one of Wind Dragon's abilities had been strengthened from Chen Sican's, and not only had all his Soul Skills mutated to become even more lethal, but his physique was also several times stronger than Chen Sican's. Even this ice could do nothing to him.

"Let me show you my strongest offensive skill—Eighth Soul Skill, Frenzied Wind God Slash!"

A massive aura of destruction erupted. A layer of blood-red light stained Wind Dragon's body, and the ice clinging to him shattered with a boom. In that instant, immense Wind Element energy gathered around his hands. He slashed through the air, sending out two blood-red Wind Element blades of terrifying power. The two attacks were so fast it was outrageous; even Han Nuan, with her exceptional eyesight, could not lock onto them.

"Ice Dragon Left Leg Soul Bone Skill, Giant Devouring Ice Soul Slash!"

While her Overlord Body Skill was still active, Han Nuan swiftly unleashed the second skill attached to her Hundred-Thousand-Year Left Leg Soul Bone. Within the frozen environment she had created, hundreds of Ice Element blades carrying terrifying power appeared in an instant and swept toward Wind Dragon in a barrage. No matter how powerful Wind Dragon's Eighth Soul Skill was, he had only released two light blades. There was no way they could withstand Han Nuan's