Fear instantly overpowered greed. Salas instinctively wanted to retreat, but the dignity of a Platinum Bishop forced him to stop dead in his tracks.
"You... you actually dare to openly attack Spirit Hall's Enforcement Team! This is a declaration of war against Spirit Hall!" Salas roared, fierce in appearance but weak at heart, as his eighth spirit ring suddenly lit up with black light.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Demonic Shadow Soul Devourer!"
A massive black phantom rose from behind Salas, transforming into a hideous ghostly hand that carried a terrifying aura capable of corroding the soul as it clawed straight for Han Yuchen's throat.
He wanted to capture the leader first!
As long as he controlled this seemingly weak Han Yuchen, that terrifying woman would not dare act rashly!
Yet in the face of this strike, powerful enough to seriously injure an ordinary Soul Douluo, Han Yuchen did not even lift an eyelid.
He only slowly raised his right hand and lightly tapped with his index finger.
"Your hand reached too far."
The First Spirit Ring lit up.
But this time, it was not [Restraint], but that most plain and unadorned skill, yet also the one that best conformed to the laws of physics—
[First Soul Skill: Blade of Flowing Water]
No Raging Waves appeared in the air. There was only an extremely fine high-pressure water line, so thin it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.
It was a fluid blade formed by compressing water molecules to the extreme, then jetting them out at supersonic speed.
In Earth's industrial system, this kind of water cutter could easily slice through the hardest alloy steel plates. And with the enhancement of the Power of Stars, its sharpness had reached a conceptual level.
"Hiss!"
A soft sound rang out, like a