The clouds parted, revealing a bright moon amid sparse stars.
As countless longswords tore through the air, Sword Douluo's Sixth Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up. Terrifying sword qi swept across the area, forcing the weaker Soul Masters below to instinctively summon their Martial Souls in defense. Countless different Martial Souls and Soul Rings flashed at once, illuminating the night sky.
"Sixth Soul Skill! Myriad Sword Return to Origin!"
Sword Douluo's long cry rang out from high above. His terrifying Soul Power made his voice powerful enough to pierce stone, and quite a few low-level Soul Masters were shaken until they coughed up blood.
Shen Hanyu flashed and rapidly retreated. Taking the Sixth Soul Skill of a level ninety-six opponent head-on when he was nearly going all out was not a wise choice. No matter how strong one was, one could not act recklessly. There was no medicine for regret if something went wrong.
As Shen Hanyu vanished, Sword Douluo waved two fingers, and the sword rain filling the sky abruptly changed direction, shooting straight toward Shen Hanyu.
Shen Hanyu raised an eyebrow slightly. Forcibly altering the direction of a Soul Skill through Soul Power also proved from the side that Sword Douluo's control over his Martial Soul and Soul Skills had reached an extraordinary level.
Against such an almost locked-on Soul Skill, one could either defend or forcefully withstand it.
Sword Douluo's voice drifted over from afar, carrying a trace of amusement.
"Young friend, let this old man see your true strength. A fight where you hold back is hardly interesting."
A glint of cold light flashed through Shen Hanyu's eyes. Sword Douluo suddenly felt all light vanish from the space before him, leaving it utterly consumed by darkness.
Sword Douluo remained calm and unflustered, though a trace