Kong Deming: Ye Xishui, You Already Have the Path to Death

Artillery fire tore through the sky, and blood stained the scorched earth.

Ye Xishui stood in midair, pale red ripples continuously spreading beneath her feet. Her robes fluttered around her, making her seem like an Asura from hell.

Every sweep of her blood-red claws sent countless severed limbs flying. Beams of deathly light descended from time to time, turning swathes of Soul Tool Masters into nourishment for a bloody mist.

Just as the Soul Tool Master Corps was about to collapse, Ye Xishui suddenly stopped attacking. The crazed smile vanished from her face, leaving only icy coldness.

She raised her eyes toward the distance, her voice carrying a mocking chill. "Kong Deming, you finally came."

"Fine. I'd like to see what gives you the right to keep me here."

Before her words had faded, Soul Power erupted from Ye Xishui's body, and a blood-red phantom slowly emerged behind her.

It was her martial soul, the Blood Soul Demonic Puppet!

Clang!

Amid an ear-splitting hum, terrifying pressure spread outward from her as its center. The air currents surged violently, and blood-red energy swept outward like a tidal wave.

The already-damaged soul tools instantly crumbled to dust beneath that pressure, forcibly clearing out an open battlefield.

At first, Ye Xishui had only intended to teach the Imperial Dragon Soul Tool Master Corps, who had blocked her path, a lesson—to make them understand that the dignity of a Limit Douluo could not be violated.

She had not expected them to lose their patience and develop killing intent first.

With Ye Xishui's temperament, she naturally would not show mercy any longer.

Moreover, her instincts told her that today's situation was no accident. Since they had already fallen out, there was no need to leave any room for restraint.

At the same time, four beams