Light Feather Douluo vs. Demon Blade Douluo, Spirit Condensing Wisdom Skull

Six golden figures turned into streaks of light and formed a formation. Their speed was so extreme that they quickly caught up to Zala, who had sold out his teammates.

"Damn it! You bastards, aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"

Zala immediately stopped running. Knowing he could not escape, a vicious glint flashed through his eyes as he ground his teeth and cursed.

"That's something you should be worrying about yourselves."

The Angel Legion squad captain did not care in the slightest. Zala was merely a dead man walking.

"Evil-Slaying!"

The six figures attacked simultaneously from six directions. Zala's fate had long since been decided.

After a brief and futile struggle, six long spears pierced him. Holiness power entered Zala's body through the spears, and amid his miserable screams, his body too turned to ash.

The two girls were sent by the six men to the local Spirit Hall shelter department. Even without Soul Power, they could learn some handicrafts there, more than enough to support themselves.

Elsewhere, three figures were rapidly racing along the coastline.

"Big Brother, can those two really lure away Spirit Hall's people?" the Soul Saint asked. He felt that something was off, yet he could not put his finger on it.

"Hehe. It would be best if they can lure them away. If not, they can still divide their forces, giving us a better chance to escape."

"So those two are definitely going to die?"

The Soul Saint's tone was extremely calm, as though those two were not his companions at all.

"Mm."

Xiula nodded.

"Enough of that. I have a bad feeling. Let's pick up the pace."

"Oh? Your instincts are pretty accurate."

A childish yet icy voice came from the sky. Immediately afterward, several icy arrows fell toward the three from overhead like meteors.

"Not good, they caught up!"

Xiula was startled. He immediately summoned a Demon Blade and slashed repeatedly, splitting apart the incoming arrows.

A figure in a pale blue robe landed atop a reef not far from the three. Snow-white hair cascaded down his back, his lashes seemed dusted with snow, and his eyes were ice-blue. The crystalline wings behind him slowly faded away.

The other three angels had not yet arrived. Guang Ling had shaken them off and pursued alone at full speed, intercepting the three men.

This place was less than five hundred li from Zhenchi City. If Guang Ling had not felt uneasy and chosen to pursue alone, the consequences might have been extremely severe.

"Oh my, isn't this the famous Demon Blade Douluo from twenty years ago? How did you fall so low? How tragic, how pitiful."

Light Feather Douluo's gaze was icy as he recognized the man. Xiula had once been an Elder of the Star Luo Empire, but twenty years ago, Spirit Hall discovered that he had been secretly advancing his cultivation with human blood.

Thus, Spirit Hall dispatched two elders to hunt him down while also holding the Star Luo Empire accountable. At the time, the Star Luo Empire decisively sold him out.

A Title Douluo was certainly an alluring asset, but if that Title Douluo could bring them utter ruin, then that was another matter entirely.

The two elders sent to pursue him had severely wounded him, but Xiula successfully hid in Slaughter City, preserving his miserable life.

Who would have thought that the Title Douluo who escaped Slaughter City would be this man?

It was unexpected, yet perfectly reasonable.

"Hmph. Who are you?"

Xiula did not know Light Feather Douluo, a Title Douluo whom Spirit Hall had deliberately kept hidden. Seeing that the other man recognized him, he could not help but frown.

"You need not care who This Old Man is. You only need to know that today, you must die beneath This Old Man's arrows."

Light Feather Douluo took the longbow hanging from his back. Once restored to its original form, it was around two meters long, two heads taller than Guang Ling himself.

"High-Explosive Piercing Strike!"

Light Feather Douluo drew the bowstring, and arrows carrying Extreme Ice Power shot out in an instant, leaving behind chilling ice crystals wherever they passed.

"Hmph. Then I'll play with you."

Nine Soul Rings rose beneath Xiula's feet: two yellow, two purple, and five black. It was a standard Soul Ring Configuration.

At the same time, his first, Third Soul Skill, and Fourth Soul Ring lit up.

The First and Third Soul Skills enhanced his attack power, increasing it by a full fifty percent combined.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Slaughter God's Blade!"

Streams of blood-red blade energy shot forth, colliding with and canceling out the arrows.

"Heh. A mere Level 93 thinks he can contend with a Super Douluo? Wishful thinking."

Guang Ling's eyes were cold, and a disdainful curve formed at the corner of his mouth. A pair of ice crystal wings grew from his back again, carrying him into the sky.

"Feather Light Arrow Rain."

Countless Light Spots like stars slowly gathered in the sky, falling like a beautiful meteor shower.

"Not good!!"

"Martial Soul Avatar!!" x3

The three unleashed their Martial Soul Avatars almost simultaneously. A Blood Bat and a gigantic black tiger appeared.

They roared as they resisted and evaded Light Feather Douluo's rain of arrows.

Light Feather Douluo's bow possessed dual light and ice attributes, though ice was its primary attribute. Its attribute quality was extremely high, but unfortunately, it still fell slightly short of Ultimate Ice. Otherwise, Light Feather Douluo would not still have been stuck at Level 96 decades later.

Though Guang Ling's ice attribute had not reached Ultimate Ice, it was still among the very best. Combined with his Level 96 Soul Power, it was not something ordinary people could withstand.

The Blood Bat and black tiger quickly failed to hold on and were frozen by the arrow rain.

Only Xiula, also a Title Douluo, could withstand this ferocious attack.

But among Title Douluo, each level was a world apart, let alone a gap of three levels. Unless one could cheat like the Tang Family, it was an unbridgeable chasm.

Pfft!!

An arrow pierced Xiula's left shoulder, instantly freezing half his body.

"Ah!!"

Boom!!

Xiula roared and shattered the Ice Seal. His Ninth Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet.

"Ninth Soul Skill, One Blade Asura!!!"

Xiula transformed into a hundred-meter Blood Giant, like an Asura descended upon the world. The Demon Blade in his hand swelled with the wind, carrying an unstoppable force that could sever all things as it slashed at Guang Ling in midair.

"Hmph. That's somewhat interesting."

Even when facing a Title Douluo's Ninth Soul Skill, Light Feather Douluo merely became a little more serious. His Seventh Soul Ring lit up.

"Martial Soul Avatar."

Guang Ling unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar. Facing that terrifying blade, he showed no panic at all. The snowy pupil of his Left Eye overlapped in layers like a sniper scope, locking onto Xiula's heart.

He held the bow before him and drew it into a full moon. An ice-blue formation appeared in front of him.

The terrifying slash descended, yet the formation firmly blocked it.

"What!?"

Xiula was utterly shocked. He finally realized just how enormous the gap between them was, and immediately turned to flee at terrifying speed.

If a Title Douluo focused solely on escaping, then even when pursued by a Level 99 existence, there was still a great chance of survival.

A disdainful curve appeared at the corner of Guang Ling's mouth, his small lips moving slightly.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Arriving Without Interval!"

Whoosh!!!

The arrow shot forth silently, its speed reaching the absolute limit. No matter how Xiula dodged, it was useless.

"No, I don't want to die!"

"Eighth Soul Skill, Space Tearing Demon Breaking Slash!!"

Xiula gripped his blade with both hands and slashed at the silent arrow. Yet just as the Demon Blade was about to strike it, the arrow strangely curved around and flew behind Xiula.

"Not good!!"

Xiula's pupils contracted violently as an aqua-blue flash passed above his head.

"Purple Extreme Divine Light!!"

Two terrifying Mental Rays shot from his eyes, forcibly knocking down Guang Ling's Fifth Soul Skill.

"A mental Spirit Bone!"

Now it was Guang Ling's turn to be surprised. His opponent actually possessed a head Spirit Bone, and one of the rarest kind—a mental Spirit Bone. Judging by its power, it was likely around Fifty Thousand Year old.

"Interesting."

Xiula did not continue fighting. After knocking down the arrow, he fled once more.

"You still want to run?"

Light Feather Douluo snorted coldly as his Ninth Soul Ring lit up.

"Point within the heart, flying arrow pierces cloud and mist."

Light Feather Douluo flew high into the sky. The phantom of his Martial Soul Avatar behind him drew its bowstring, and endless cold air drifted down. Within a hundred li, the land instantly turned into a realm of ice and snow.

"Hit!!"

The arrow tore through the sky like a meteor streaking across the heavens.

Fast, far too fast—so fast that no one could possibly react.

Xiula's expression changed drastically, and his Ninth Soul Ring lit up once again.

"Ninth..."

Pfft!!!

Before he could finish, the meteor-like arrow pierced straight through his heart.

"This... how is this possible..."

Xiula could not believe that he had been killed so easily. His Life drained away, and he soon turned into a humanoid ice sculpture that fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

A Spirit Bone emitting blue light lay quietly upon the frozen beach.

Letting out a long breath, Guang Ling landed on the ground. He bent down, picked up the Spirit Bone, and examined it closely. His expression shifted slightly.

"As expected, it's a Sixty Thousand Year Spirit Condensing Wisdom Skull. Hehe, Star Luo Empire, you'd better not reveal any flaws."

Guang Ling sneered. This Spirit Bone should originally have been one of the Star Luo Empire royal family's foundations in their Treasure Pavilion. Yet it had been given to Xiula. No wonder their emperor had never been seen wearing it.