Eight Fists as One, Dragon Roars and Phoenix Cries

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They saw.

Long Zhanye suddenly withdrew his first Martial Soul, and the aura around him abruptly changed.

Nine Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, each one like a rising blood moon, radiating powerful Soul Power fluctuations.

His right arm also glimmered with a faint crimson light as layers of scales grew along his skin, spreading and fitting tightly against it.

He had activated his second Martial Soul—the Qilin Arm.

When all nine Soul Rings rose, the entire sky was stained blood-red and orange-gold by that terrifying Soul Ring configuration.

Immediately afterward, the fourth Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

Long Zhanye let out a fierce roar. "Fourth Soul Skill—Demon God Six Arms!"

The instant his words fell, six thick, savage arms burst from his back!

Each of those six arms was far thicker and more violent than his original pair. Every tendon bulged like a steel cable tempered a thousand times.

They erupted simultaneously from his shoulder blades, ribs, and waist, like demonic claws reaching out from the depths of hell, carrying an overwhelming pressure.

Every inch of those arms was covered in interwoven blood-red and black patterns, which flickered with an eerie, dangerous light like living creatures.

Those six arms, together with his original two, formed eight arms in total.

They all grabbed forward at once, spreading like a giant tree opening its branches and engulfing Yan Shaozhe's blades of light from every direction.

Four of Long Zhanye's arms had already firmly seized the two blazing phoenix wings slashing down at him.

The instant Yan Shaozhe's phoenix wings were caught, his expression changed drastically. Terror welled up from the depths of his eyes. "Not good!"

But it was already too late.

Long Zhanye's four arms