Fifth Soul Skill — Seven Kill: Sky Rend Slash!

"Not a Soul Ancestor? Could it be... fuck!"

Flender had barely processed it when he saw five black Soul Rings emerge behind Chen Lang. One of them even carried a streak of red amid its black, clearly a Soul Ring that had reached ninety thousand years!

That was right. Chen Lang's fifth Soul Ring came from a ninety-thousand-year Soul Beast jointly slain by Sword Douluo and Poison Douluo, and he had even obtained a Soul Bone.

However, he had given the Soul Bone to Dugu Yan. Poison Douluo had contributed too, so it was enough for him to take the Soul Ring.

Besides, who was he?

Only a hundred-thousand-year Soul Bone was worthy of him!

As for why he had not sought a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, there were only those two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest. Even if his grandfather joined forces with Poison Douluo, they might not come away with any benefit.

With Pump Up Hextech raising his Soul Ring age by thirty years every day, there was no need to make his grandfather and Poison Douluo take such a risk.

Besides, that woman Bibi Dong had always had her eyes on those two Soul Beasts. If they started fighting and she swooped in to reap the rewards, he would be the one losing out.

Before he possessed absolute strength, Chen Lang had always played it safe whenever he could.

"My god, can your Soul Rings evolve? Why have they all turned into ten-thousand-year Soul Rings?!" Flender asked, looking utterly stunned.

"How the hell are we supposed to fight that?"

Dai Mubai immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, though he was even more shocked.

"Exactly. I was planning to show off a little in front of Lang Ge, but I've decided to keep a low profile instead," Ma Hongjun said.

"You know you're clumsy?" Oscar teased.

"Chen, how did you do it? Why can your Soul Rings evolve?" Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, Zhao Wuji asked.

"To be honest, I had a few opportunities over the past year and a half, but they can't be replicated, so don't get any ideas."

Chen Lang directly shattered their fantasies. "Still, if you work hard enough, you can break past the absorption limit for Soul Rings and directly absorb ten-thousand-year Soul Rings when you become Soul Ancestors."

Seeing that Chen Lang did not wish to elaborate, they tactfully refrained from asking further.

"Lang Ge, then what skill does your fifth Soul Ring grant?"

Dai Mubai asked curiously, "A Soul Ring close to a hundred thousand years old should grant an incredibly powerful Soul Skill, right?"

"That's right. It's indeed powerful. I'm currently a level fifty-eight Soul King, yet I can crush Soul Emperors. Even against a Soul Sage, I have the strength to fight."

As he spoke, Chen Lang looked at Zhao Wuji. "Old Zhao, shall we spar?"

"It would be my honor to spar with you, Chen!"

Zhao Wuji flattered him, but he was just as eager to try. He immediately revealed his Martial Soul and Soul Rings. In an instant, the powerful pressure of a Soul Sage spread outward, whipping up fierce gusts of wind.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji's body grew taller and more muscular.

"Old Zhao, let's skip the probing. I'll use my strongest fifth Soul Skill and see whether you can take it. How about it?" Chen Lang said, looking at Zhao Wuji.

"No problem. Do I need to use my Martial Soul Avatar?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"For safety's sake, you should," Chen Lang said, recalling his grandfather's and Poison Douluo's evaluation of him.

"Fine!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low shout that boomed like thunder exploding from the ground.

His brawny, iron-tower-like body shuddered violently as the seven Soul Rings behind him lit up at once. Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—seven Soul Rings pulsed intensely as if alive. The uppermost seventh Soul Ring, dark as ink, blazed brilliantly, instantly suppressing the radiance of the other six.

"Roar—!"

A deafening bear roar pierced the sky. Zhao Wuji's body swelled wildly at a visible rate, his muscles bulging like coiling dragons and tearing his clothes to shreds. Tawny fur sprouted madly like steel needles, covering every inch of his skin.

Within only a few breaths, he had completely transformed from a human into a gigantic golden bear. His eyes burned with violent golden flames, visible gravitational ripples swirled around him, and even the ground trembled faintly beneath the terrifying aura he radiated.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji resembled a moving golden fortress. The Martial Soul Avatar granted by his seventh Soul Ring not only doubled his defense, but also made the Soul Power within him surge like a river bursting through its banks.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Seven Kill: Sky Rend Slash!"

Chen Lang shouted sharply. The fifth Soul Ring behind him erupted with dazzling black-and-red light. The ninety-thousand-year Soul Ring hung in midair, blood-red patterns flowing through its black halo. It resonated with the crimson blade spine of the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, and the entire sword was instantly enveloped in sword energy woven from dark red and pitch black. The blade trembled with a dragon-like hum.

With a twist of his wrist, Chen Lang swept the Seven Kill Sword upward in a steep arc. The instant its edge split the air, the surrounding space seemed to be forcibly torn apart. A massive Sword Scar, thirty meters long, appeared from nowhere—the edges of the Sword Scar flickered with tiny Space Rifts, while within it churned the violent energy of a ninety-thousand-year Soul Ring. Like a slumbering blood-red dragon, it carried the might to split the heavens as it crashed down upon Zhao Wuji's Great Strength Vajra Bear Avatar.

At that moment, Chen Lang was like an unparalleled sword immortal, splitting the heavens with a single stroke!

"Fuck, that power is nothing like a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring! Even a Soul Skill granted by a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring might not be this strong!" Zhao Wuji's expression immediately turned grave at the sight.

If he was not careful, he might actually get humiliated here.

"Rip—"

Before the Sword Scar reached him, Zhao Wuji's bear claws, covered in golden fur, had already felt its bone-piercing sharpness. He immediately stacked his defensive Soul Skills, then activated his third Soul Skill and turned both hands into palms, intending to catch the blade barehanded!

"Boom—!"

The black-and-red Sword Scar collided head-on with the golden bear palms. Amid the deafening explosion, the air compressed into a ring-shaped shockwave that swept outward in every direction.

The ground beneath Chen Lang's feet cracked into spiderweb patterns. He was knocked back three steps by the recoil, his palm numb from the impact.

Yet Zhao Wuji's five-meter-tall Vajra Bear Avatar was also sent staggering backward by that slash. The golden fur covering both his palms burst apart inch by inch, exposing flesh streaked with blood beneath.

"Hiss—!"

Everyone sucked in a sharp breath, their eyes filled with shock.

Chen Lang had actually injured Zhao Wuji, a Soul Sage, while only being a Soul King.

Wasn't that killing power a little too monstrous?!

He had crossed two entire major realms!

But they did not know that Chen Lang's Soul Skills received the boost of Hextech Featherweight Fighter, tripling their power. All his Soul Rings were ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, and the Soul Power within his body was no weaker than a Soul Emperor's!

Not to mention that he had consumed all sorts of immortal herbs and undergone tempering in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, making his physical strength equally monstrous.

On top of that came the enhancement of the top-tier Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword. With all those boosts combined, his strength was naturally absurd.

But only Chen Lang knew that in a true one-on-one fight to the death, he was not Zhao Wuji's match. In terms of realm, combat experience, and techniques, he was still far inferior to Zhao Wuji.