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The arena was almost deathly silent.

Not even the Soul Douluo-level shockwaves unleashed when Huo Yuhao and Long Aotian fought had brought such tremendous shock to everyone present.

A heavy, muffled thud. Bones shattered across the ground. A Seven-Ring Evil Soul Saint, too badly injured to rise.

With a single move, he had instantly killed a Seven-Ring Soul Saint. There were no unnecessary movements, no dazzling light effects, no violent shockwaves—only a palm strike sounding out amid boundless darkness.

Even Zheng Zhan, a nine-ring Titled Douluo, was so astonished that his mouth hung open. Of course, he could defeat Yan Feng after he activated his Martial Soul Avatar, but he absolutely could not kill him in a single move, much less with such effortless ease and without any great commotion.

Zheng Zhan looked at Huo Yuhao as though he had seen a ghost.

Just how powerful was this young man?

Within that pitch-black darkness where one could not see their own hand, how had he defeated Yan Feng in a single move?

Zheng Zhan was practically tearing at his own scalp. He truly could not imagine how it had been done. In his eyes, it was simply impossible.

Cheers like crashing mountains and roaring tsunamis nearly overturned the entire Soul Duel Stage. Bathed in the audience's acclaim, Huo Yuhao subconsciously looked at the right hand he had used to unleash Darkness Explosion.

He had found a means to face a Titled Douluo.

Within Darkness Explosion, the five senses of most soul masters would be forcibly stripped away. The dense darkness devoured nearly all of a person's senses, while only the wielder of Darkness Explosion remained unaffected. To Huo Yuhao, it was unquestionably an upgraded version of the Blood Smoke Technique.

Within the environment created by Darkness Explosion, Huo Yuhao could