Long Zhanye, tempered by Body Martial Soul Bronze Level Awakening and two Spirit Bone.
His physical strength, power, and reactions have already far exceeded those of the same level Spirit Master.
Not even inferior to some Spirit Master who specializes in strength and spirituality.
Soul Power is certainly important.
But in the environment of losing Soul Skill, the advantage of Soul Power is not absolute.
The three survivors looked at each other and saw the determination and fear in each other's eyes.
They drank violently at the same time.
Holding the broken corpse of his companion in one hand as a shield, holding Martial Soul tightly in the other hand, he urged Soul Power.
Three directions rush towards Long Zhanye again!
They were highly concentrated and completely locked on this "Three-Eyed Tyrant".
They know that life and death depend on this!
Facing this final counterattack, Long Zhanye's face remained indifferent.
He didn't even look at the three rushing figures, his body was spinning in place!
No one saw clearly how he took action.
Only nine points of red light were seen, like a tired bird returning to its nest.
It is also like nine fire phoenixes spreading their wings and ready to sing.
It shot out from around him extremely quickly, drawing nine arcs.
Attack three enemies respectively and the directions where they may dodge!
Level four remote Soul Tool--[Phoenix Cry Fire Bomb]!
The power of a single target is comparable to level five Soul Tool, but with the superposition of numbers, the power rises to a higher level.
The pupils of the three Soul Emperor and Soul Saint suddenly shrank, feeling a fatal threat.
They roared angrily.
Inject Soul Power crazily into the corpses and weapons in your hands, trying to block or split these weird bombs.
Boom boom boom boom--!
Continuous explosions sounded inside Slaughter Arena.
The red fire light and scorching air waves instantly swallowed up the figures of the three people.
The sharp "phoenix cry" sound stung people's eardrums, and the audience in the stands subconsciously covered their ears.
The firelight and smoke slowly dispersed.
The body in the hands of Soul Saint, who was at the front, had already been blown to pieces.
He himself was also scorched black, a big hole was blown out of his chest, and his beating heart could be vaguely seen, and he was already on the verge of death.
He condensed the last Soul Power sword blow, and it really hit Long Zhanye.
But it only left a three-inch-long, not-too-deep wound on Long Zhanye's shoulder.
The other two Soul Emperor were even worse. They were blown to pieces directly in the center of the explosion and died without any intact bodies.
The battle was completely over in a few seconds.
Long Zhanye Blood seeped out from the wound on his shoulder, but he didn't even frown.
He did not leave immediately, but walked towards every corpse in the field with steady and slow steps.
Lifting his feet, he stepped on each still intact head indifferently.
Click, click, click...
Like crushing ripe watermelons, the skull was helpless under his feet, and red and white things flew everywhere.
But the Chaos Qi quietly flowing under his feet formed an invisible barrier, blocking out all the filth and not even a drop of it touching him.
"Be vigilant... in order to truly understand this truth, I have paid the price."
Long Zhanye said silently in his heart and acted meticulously.
at Slaughter City.
Any carelessness may be fatal. Confirming the complete death of the enemy is the basic rule of survival.
Done all this.
He just started recycling those Soul Tool parts that were not damaged or could be recycled.
Every piece of Soul Tool is precious here and is the basis for life-saving.
Because you can't get any supplies here, you must use them carefully.
The darkness of the stands.
Vera's charming eyes sparkled with unprecedented brilliance.
When she saw Long Zhanye throw out the nine "Phoenix Cry Fire Bomb", her heart almost skipped a beat!
That technique, that subtlety of Soul Tool, is definitely something that ordinary Spirit Master can have!
If she hadn't possessed Holy Spirit Cult's special secret technique, she could have seen Long Zhanye's disguise.
She almost wondered whether this "Three-Eyed Tyrant" came from the Sun Moon Empire and was related to those Soul Engineer!
"What I fell in love with... is it his appearance? His strength?"
"His terrifying fortitude? Or... all that mystery about him?"
Vera was so confused that he couldn't take his eyes away from the figure in the center of the field.
Eighty consecutive wins!
The results of Long Zhanye have been rearranged again.
Slaughter City, Dark depths.
This is a room that is a bit too spacious.
There are almost no furnishings, except for an extraordinarily huge chair with a strange shape in the center.
The entire body of the chair is made of some kind of dark metal, inlaid with countless blue and purple crystals.
These crystals are cleverly arranged and combined to outline a ferocious skull shape, which flashes Youyou in the dim light.
Except for this disturbingly giant chair.
The walls and floor of the entire room were a dark red that was so deep that it was almost black, like coagulated blood.
"I know."
A low, hoarse voice sounded in the room.
A tall, slender figure appeared silently in the room.
He slowly sat down on the giant skull chair. The darkness perfectly concealed his face.
It can only be vaguely seen that he is wearing a dark red robe, with an upright figure, exuding a cold, majestic and bloody aura.
"Great King." Another cold female voice came from the shadows.
She said respectfully, "Should we start contacting him?"
"Slaughter City, it has been a long time since we welcomed a truly powerful person with such potential."
A tall man sitting on a giant chair--King of Slaughter.
He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Do you think he is a strong man?"
"At least in terms of combat skills, willpower and survivability, he is terrifyingly strong."
The cold female voice affirmed, "I have been observing for a long time..."
"Even a strong man of Soul Douluo level would never be able to kill like him and survive every time without Soul Skill."
"My subordinates can determine that!"
"In this 'Three-Eyed Tyrant', there is at least one Spirit Bone of extremely high quality, and maybe even more than one."
King of Slaughter's fingers gently tapped the metal on the arm of the chair, making a rhythmic "tuk-tuk" sound.
"So, do you think he can complete a hundred victories and challenge Hell Road?" he asked.
"Completing 100 victories is only a matter of time for him."
The cold female voice replied, "But Hell Road..."
"With his current strength and accumulation, I'm afraid it's still a bit difficult..."
King of Slaughter made a cold snort of unknown meaning, "Humph!"
"I do hope that our Slaughter City can become more 'strong'."
There seemed to be a hint of complicated expectation in his tone.
But then.
His voice suddenly turned cold, with a hint of fear. "But, he is from the Body Sect."
"Body Sect..."
"Even I don't want to offend easily. Let everything take its course."
He paused.
"After all, every time a new 'God of Slaughter' is born, it means a disaster for Slaughter City."
"The instructions on Prophecy Wall are never wrong - God of Slaughter is coming, the disaster of hell."
"In the past few times that God of Slaughter appeared in the world, which one didn't cause Slaughter City's vitality to be severely damaged and the order to be turbulent?"
"If there is another one this time..."
The cold female voice hesitated for a moment and tentatively suggested. "Great King, in that case..."
"Can we... arrange for 'Hell Red Scorpion' to meet him in advance?"
"Let them collide first, maybe..."
She hasn't finished speaking yet!
Boom--!
A terrifying and extremely cold pressure suddenly erupted from King of Slaughter!
Two blood-red rays of light suddenly shot out from his eyes in the darkness!
The surrounding air seemed to solidify instantly, and the suffocating smell of blood filled the air crazily!
The woman's voice suddenly let out a shrill scream.
She seemed to have suffered some invisible and terrifying attack, and her voice was full of pain and fear.
But.
Then it stopped abruptly, and the aura in the shadow quickly withered and disappeared.
King of Slaughter slowly withdrew his terrifying blood-colored gaze, and the suffocating pressure in the room eased slightly.
He leaned on the back of the giant chair, and his face in the shadow seemed even more gloomy.
"Do your duty well. If you have some thoughts, don't move them."
His cold voice echoed in the empty room, and there was no response.
Everything seems to have returned to silence and darkness...