You Can Never Dodge This Ninjutsu! Amaterasu!

The four Soul Ancestors lying on the ground were still smoking, while Huo Yuhao, the culprit behind it all, merely casually rolled his neck, producing a series of crackling pops.

He raised his hand. Electric sparks danced at his fingertips, illuminating those scarlet Sharingan eyes.

"Who's next... to die?"

The only two experts left on the field—the Soul Emperor Chisen and the old Soul King who controlled Yellow Sand—wore exceedingly grim expressions.

Chisen stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, his brain racing as he tried to find a reasonable explanation.

This brat's speed, strength, and that ability to ignore attacks...

There was no way a Two-Ring Soul Master could possess them.

A Soul Tool!

It had to be some kind of high-level lightning-attribute offensive Soul Tool, along with a defensive spatial Soul Tool!

A trace of ruthlessness flashed through Chisen's eyes.

I refuse to believe a Soul Tool of that level can be used indefinitely without a cost!

As long as I exhaust his Soul Power, he'll be nothing but a lamb waiting for slaughter!

He decisively attributed all of Huo Yuhao's strange displays to external tools.

After all, in his understanding, he could never imagine that a biological cheat called White Zetsu existed—one capable of instantly raising its host's cultivation to the level of a Soul Saint.

"Old Huang, move!"

Chisen shouted in a low voice. Their years of cooperation allowed the two to formulate a tactic instantly.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Fierce Tiger Wild Dance!"

Chisen roared toward the sky as his Blazing Flame Tiger martial soul possessed him. His hands instantly swelled, transforming into a pair of enormous tiger claws burning with orange-red flames.

Boom!

He stomped down hard with his right foot. Like a cannonball fired from its barrel, he shot straight toward Huo Yuhao, carrying scorching heat and violent winds with him.

"Brat! Dying by my hand is an honor!"

Facing the Soul Emperor-level charge rushing toward him, Huo Yuhao not only failed to retreat, but instead tapped the ground with his toes and charged forward like lightning.

"Courting death!"

A vicious glint flared in Chisen's eyes as his tiger claw came crashing down with a shriek that tore through the air.

However.

The expected sensation of tearing through flesh never came.

The instant the tiger claw touched Huo Yuhao's body, Huo Yuhao seemed to turn into a phantom.

Kamui!

Chisen's massive body passed straight through Huo Yuhao without the slightest obstruction, as though he had run through air.

What?!

Chisen's pupils constricted violently. He abruptly stopped and spun around.

That move again?

Did his spatial Soul Tool not have any cooldown at all?

Still, the combat instincts of a Soul Emperor allowed him to calm down quickly.

"Brat, don't get cocky!"

Chisen sneered. "You dodged that move, but you might not be able to dodge the next one!"

Just as Huo Yuhao passed through Chisen and turned around.

A sudden change occurred.

On the ground directly ahead of him, countless grains of Yellow Sand surged wildly, instantly condensing into an enormous yellow cube that slammed toward him with the force of Mount Tai bearing down.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Sand Solidification!"

In the distance, the Yellow Sand Elder raised both hands, palms facing the sky, venomous light gleaming in his eyes.

Brat, this is a highly compressed block of sand!

Even if you can shatter this Sand Cube, I can instantly control the scattered sand and turn it into countless sand spikes for a second attack!

I refuse to believe your spatial Soul Tool can remain active forever!

A huge shadow enveloped Huo Yuhao.

Facing the deadly pincer attack from both sides, the corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth curled slightly beneath his mask.

He neither dodged nor used Kamui again.

His right hand rose high above his head.

Crackle, crackle, crackle—!

Blue lightning, brighter and more condensed than before, gathered in his palm, producing a piercing sound like a thousand birds crying at once.

"Too slow."

Huo Yuhao's gaze was cold.

"Chidori Sharp Spear!"

Whoosh!

A blue lightning spear ten meters long instantly extended from his hand.

Pfft!

There was no resistance whatsoever.

The seemingly indestructible Sand Cube was like tofu before the Chidori Sharp Spear, instantly pierced through and shattered.

The lightning spear continued onward without losing momentum. Like a blue laser, it crossed dozens of meters in an instant and descended from the sky.

"Wha..."

The Yellow Sand Elder in the distance only saw a flash of blue light before his eyes.

Before he could even manipulate the scattered sand for a second attack, that bolt of lightning had already cleaved down from above his head.

As easily as slicing through butter.

The Chidori Sharp Spear entered through the crown of his head and cleaved all the way down between his legs.

"H-How... so fast..."

The old man's eyes instantly lost focus, and his body split neatly into two halves down the middle.

His corpse fell to the ground.

Huo Yuhao slowly withdrew the lightning. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his left eye had spun wildly in that instant, recording every detail of the old man's control over the sand.

Controlling sand? Interesting.

Through that analysis just now, I've already understood a little of the principles behind Magnet Release.

This technique of using magnetic force to control Iron Sand or soil... perhaps I can try integrating and developing it in the future.

After dealing with the old man, Huo Yuhao turned around once more.

Those emotionless eyes looked toward the last living person on the field.

"Next, it's your turn."

Huo Yuhao's voice carried not a trace of warmth. "The final survivor."

Chisen stood frozen in place, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Looking at his old partner, who had been split in two with a single strike, then at the unscathed youth, a chill shot up his spine and straight to the top of his head.

D-Dead?

That was Sand Solidification, a technique with incredibly strong defense!

And it had been cut apart as easily as chopping vegetables?

Chisen swallowed, his legs growing weak.

H-He really was only a Two-Ring Soul Master?

That kind of attack power, those bizarre methods... he had at least the combat strength of a Soul Emperor—no, perhaps even a Soul Saint!

Could he be... a direct descendant of some reclusive sect?

No!

This mission couldn't be completed!

I have to go back and report to the Young Master first. This brat is a monster!

We have to return to the White Tiger Family and reconsider things. We'll need to ask an elder at the Soul Douluo level to take action!

With that thought, Chisen began retreating backward without drawing attention.

Yet he continued bluffing loudly, trying to distract Huo Yuhao.

"Brat! Don't get too arrogant! You killed our people, and more experts will come looking for trouble with you in the future!!"

After saying that, Soul Power erupted from his body. He abruptly turned around and transformed into a streak of fire, fleeing deep into the dense forest.

"Hmph."

Huo Yuhao looked at that fleeing figure and let out a cold laugh.

"Trying to run?"

He remained where he was without making any move to pursue.

The Three Tomoe pattern in his left eye instantly began to change.

The three Tomoe fused and stretched, becoming a black six-pointed star pattern with sharp lines.

Mangekyō Sharingan!

He merely slowly raised his left hand and covered his left eye.

A surge of ocular power instantly locked onto Chisen, who was moving at high speed.

"You can never dodge this ninjutsu!"

Huo Yuhao murmured softly.

"Amaterasu!"

Two lines of shocking bloody tears streamed down from the corner of his left eye.

And on Chisen's back, where his gaze was focused—

Whoosh—!

A mass of pitch-black flame abruptly ignited out of thin air.

"Aaaahhh!!"

Chisen, who had been running wildly, suddenly screamed and crashed heavily to the ground.

He stared in horror at the black flames on his back. They were not hot, yet they carried a terrifying aura capable of devouring everything.

"What the hell is this?!"

Chisen frantically mobilized the Soul Power within him, attempting to use the flames of his Blazing Flame Tiger to cancel out the black fire.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Blazing Body Protection!"

Orange-red flames erupted from his body, attempting to disperse the black fire.

However, a scene that drove him into despair occurred.

When the black flames came into contact with his Soul Power flames, they not only did not go out, but instead seemed to encounter the finest fuel and instantly surged!

They were devouring his flames!

"No! That's impossible!"

Chisen rolled wildly across the ground, trying to smother the flames, but the black fire clung to him like maggots on a corpse and could not be extinguished at all.

"What kind of Soul Skill is this?! These black flames can't be put out!"

He watched in despair as his arms and torso were gradually devoured by the black flames. No matter how he struggled, the Hellfire continued burning silently.