Even without him saying it, everyone else understood the truth. Zhao Xuan's talent was simply too terrifying. If they failed this time, they could scarcely imagine how far Zhao Xuan would have grown by the next time they met.
Therefore, Zhao Xuan had to die!
"Netherworld Ghost Domain!"
At that moment, Ghost Douluo, who had been waiting for an opportunity outside, was the first to strike. His Ninth Soul Ring flashed, and his entire body became like a mass of pitch-black smoke. Beneath the Demon God True Body's feet, an eerie black region also spread out.
Countless undead spirits beneath the ground wailed miserably like vicious ghosts. They stretched out illusory, withered arms, trying to drag the Demon God True Body down into the depths.
But the instant their arms touched the Demon God True Body, sacred yet violent Purple Heaven Divine Lightning scattered from its surface, reducing them to ashes in an instant.
Ghost Douluo's face outside the battlefield was filled with bitterness and dejection. For the first time, he felt as though he were a fake Titled Douluo. Even if his attribute was countered, how could it possibly be countered this severely?
Leaving aside Ghost Douluo's frustration, Thousand Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo swiftly charged at Zhao Xuan. The Coiled Dragon Staffs in their hands blazed brightly, with faint dragon roars rising from them. They were clearly preparing some great move.
Inside the Demon God True Body, Zhao Xuan's gaze flickered. The First Soul Skill, Immovable, and the Second Soul Skill, Unconnected, activated instantly. Immovable restrained Thousand Jun Douluo, while Unconnected affected Demon Subduing Douluo.
"Screech!"
With a wave of his hand, an incomparably massive bolt of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning flashed into existence between heaven and earth, then was grasped by the Demon God True Body.