He instinctively raised the Death Bell to block.
Clang!
A crisp ring echoed out.
The tiny diamond burst with astonishing rotational force the instant it struck the bell's surface.
Though it failed to penetrate the Death Bell, the immense impact numbed the old man's wrist, split the web between his thumb and forefinger, and sent him staggering back two steps.
Though it was only a superficial wound, being forced back by a Soul Ancestor was the greatest humiliation imaginable for a Titled Douluo.
The air fell silent for a second.
The old man steadied himself and looked at the beads of blood seeping from the back of his hand. His shriveled, bark-like face instantly flushed a liverish red.
"You little bastard..."
He gritted his teeth. The mockery in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by savage killing intent.
"You're courting death!"
The old woman beside him also let out a sinister laugh. "Old man, stop holding back. This brat is a little strange. Send him on his way already."
The two exchanged glances, and all nine Spirit Rings around them lit up at once.
The terrifying fluctuation of Soul Power instantly evaporated the surrounding mist.
They no longer intended to use their skills one at a time.
As an assassin duo that had worked together for years, their strongest technique was their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
"On the road to the Yellow Springs, none are spared by age."
The Death Bell in the old man's hand suddenly enlarged and floated into the air.
"At the Bridge of Helplessness, all sigh in parting."
The Wailing Stick in the old woman's hand turned into a streak of light and merged into the Death Bell.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color.
The originally gray sky suddenly turned as black as ink.
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