In an instant, the Heavy Black Ruler was completely shrouded in a pale white flame. Blazing fire surged upward, yet its glow strangely gave off a visual sense of icy coldness. However, anyone daring to touch this seemingly cold flame would likely be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.
"The Soul Hall's suppression of Soul Bodies is of little use against me. So show me your true strength, or you will be buried here today." The Heavy Black Ruler coated in Bone Spirit Cold Flame pointed from afar at Protector Wu. Old Yao's voice was unhurried, yet it carried unquestionable authority.
"Hmph, you talk big. Even without the suppression effect, you think a mere Soul Body like you can kill this Protector? What a joke!" Protector Wu sneered coldly, his laughter especially piercing amid the tense atmosphere.
Then he violently shook his arm. Three black shadows burst from behind him with rattling sounds, finally circling ceaselessly above his head like three vicious venomous snakes.
"Three-stage Soul Lock!"
A palm wreathed in Black Mist stretched out, and his hand seal shifted. The three chains circling above Protector Wu's head shot out fiercely, accompanied by sharp, shrieking whistles that tore through the air.
The three chains became black streaks, crisscrossing at a dazzling speed and weaving an impenetrable net of death, sealing off every possible retreat for Old Yao.
Clearly, Protector Wu had mastered chains, such a peculiar weapon, to an astonishing and near-miraculous degree.
Watching the three black streaks rapidly enlarge in his pupils, Old Yao's expression remained unchanged. He casually swept his sleeve and flicked his five fingers in succession. Five pale white flames swiftly condensed into shape, circling and dancing around him like five nimble long snakes before suddenly shooting out and colliding head-on with the