His Martial Soul's third purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring glimmered faintly. He roared at Luo Chen, "Blood Flame Blade Martial Soul, Third Soul Skill: Blood Flame Phantom."
This soul saint expert's Martial Soul gradually solidified into a physical form, silently concealing itself within the void. Its shadow could not be seen, nor could its sound be heard.
"Hmm?"
Luo Chen swiftly darted around, fully focused as he probed the surrounding environment. A few seconds passed, yet he still detected no trace of an attack.
What was going on?
This soul skill was truly bizarre. Suddenly, Luo Chen sensed an intense fluctuation of Soul Power behind him.
A blade abruptly flashed into view behind Luo Chen, carrying a violent shriek through the air as a fatal attack descended upon him.
"Nine-Colored Staff Martial Soul, Third Soul Skill: Divine Sword of Light."
Luo Chen spoke calmly. The third soul ring on his body flickered continuously, and a divine sword radiating the Power of Light slowly formed in his hand.
The incomparably dense Power of Light dispelled the darkness in the area.
This was precisely the soul skill of Luo Chen's third soul ring. It was roughly one hundred and fifty thousand years old and had likewise produced two soul skills. Divine Sword of Light was one of its offensive soul skills.
"Divine Sword of Light: Condense the Power of Light into a golden Divine Sword of Light. The sword's strength is related to the amount of Soul Power. Once it locks onto a target, it cannot be evaded."
Luo Chen gripped the Divine Sword of Light, his eyes fixed on the incoming Bloodflame Blade. He fiercely swung the Divine Sword of Light in his hand forward.
Whoosh!
At once, a crescent-shaped sword aura carrying dazzling Power of Light slashed toward the Bloodflame Blade