Fall of a Titled Douluo

Zhao Xuan naturally noticed Chen Sheng's little maneuver. He frowned, and after a moment's thought, understood what Chen Sheng was planning.

Unfortunately for Chen Sheng, Zhao Xuan would not slowly drag things out as he wished. Since they had dared to attack Shrek, they had to pay the price.

Zhao Xuan's aura sank, immediately drawing Chen Sheng's attention. Yet Chen Sheng saw nothing. In secret, Zhao Xuan's divine sense enveloped his soul ring as he used his First Soul Skill—Immovable.

Chen Sheng, who had been nimbly dodging Zhao Xuan's attacks, suddenly changed expression. To his horror, he discovered that he could not move. He was frozen in a running posture, looking rather ridiculous under Zhao Xuan's soul skill.

Then Chen Sheng felt a fierce gust from a fist behind him, tearing through the air!

Bang!

Just as Zhao Xuan's fist landed, the First Soul Skill ended. Chen Sheng had nowhere to dodge and was naturally sent flying by the punch. When Zhao Xuan's fist struck his spine, both of them faintly heard a series of subtle cracking sounds.

Chen Sheng took Zhao Xuan's punch head-on and flew far away before crashing onto the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His throat sweetened, and Chen Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs. His back burned as though molten lava were rolling across it, the pain unbearable.

He tried to stand, only to discover that his body seemed beyond his control. He could not feel his lower body at all.

Fear appeared on Chen Sheng's face. He knew his spine had been broken!

Rustle!

Suddenly, footsteps crunched over dead leaves. Chen Sheng looked up and saw Zhao Xuan's indifferent gaze.

"What a pity for such a good martial soul. You should not