Fierce Battle with a Soul Saint

Shadow Martial Soul? This was the first time Qin Heng had seen this type of Martial Soul.

He remembered that in the original work, the Martial Soul of Huo Wu from Blazing Fire Academy was a shadow, but it was a fire shadow, whereas the shadow of the fellow in front of him, overflowing with deep resentment, should be called a Magic Shadow.

Come to think of it, a shadow Martial Soul should also count as a kind of Body Martial Soul, but this was Douluo I. If this were Douluo II, a Soul Saint with a Body Martial Soul would truly be invincible among peers.

Qin Heng's mind was racing as he looked at the Third Elder's Martial Soul, while the seven soul rings at the Third Elder's feet were already rising slowly from the base of the shadow.

Two yellows, two purples, and three blacks. The powerful aura of the Soul Saint tier erupted with a bang, pressing down on the surrounding air until it seemed to stagnate.

The Third Elder stared at Qin Heng, his voice low and hoarse, yet carrying a rare hint of solemnity. Brat, this old man goes by Magic Shadow, and my Martial Soul is likewise named Magic Shadow. State your name! If a genius like you dies at this old man's hand, I'll have to remember you properly.

While he spoke, that pitch-black shadow had already begun to writhe slowly, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.

Qin Heng finally stopped twenty meters away from the opponent. He was in no rush to make a move, instead replying with a voice so icy it lacked a trace of warmth. Remember my name? No need, because the ones dying here today will only be you pack of animals.

When he spoke the final sentence, Qin Heng's voice had already turned bone-chillingly cold, and the intense killing intent almost condensed into substance, churning frantically in the air.

Upon hearing this, not only did Magic Shadow not get angry, but instead he let out a low laugh—a laugh carrying a trace of cruelty and excitement. Interesting. A Soul Ancestor dares to speak to a Soul Saint like this. I suppose you have some tricks up your sleeve, but what this old man loves most is crushing the bones of self-righteous geniuses like you. I hope your bones are harder than your mouth.

As his voice fell, the black magic shadow behind him surged abruptly, instantly transforming into a ferocious phantom over ten meters tall. Seven soul rings flashed simultaneously, and the powerful soul power fluctuations swept toward Qin Heng like a storm.

Facing a true Soul Saint powerhouse, Qin Heng did not dare to be the least bit presumptuous.

Although he possessed the Asura Armor and spiritual power far surpassing his peers, the gap in total soul power between a Soul Saint and a Soul Ancestor remained huge, and any carelessness could cause the clone to be instantly shattered.

The soles of his feet lit up as two purples and two blacks—four soul rings—neatly appeared.

This was the first time Qin Heng had revealed that soul-ring configuration exceeding the limit before the eyes of the world.

The opposing Magic Shadow saw Qin Heng's four soul rings, and his pupils shrank sharply.

The first ring is already a thousand years old, and the third ring is ten thousand years old! How is this possible? Is it an illusion? No, that's not right. These soul rings are real, and the soul power pressure cannot be faked!

After confirming that Qin Heng's soul rings were genuine, a greedy and excited, burning light quickly ignited within Magic Shadow's eyes.

He stared fixedly at the black soul ring at Qin Heng's feet, his breathing turning somewhat heavy.

If he could force the method of absorbing soul rings beyond the limit out of this brat's mouth, or even obtain the secrets hidden on his body, then this trip of his would count as a massive contribution. After receiving the reward, perhaps he could even use this to take another step forward and break through to the Soul Douluo realm!

Qin Heng keenly captured Magic Shadow's almost naked, greedy gaze, and a flash of intense disgust crossed his heart. These Fallen Ones—not a single one of them was any good.

He stopped talking nonsense, and the first, second, and third soul rings at his feet lit up in succession!

One hundred percent Strength Amplification, one hundred percent Agility Amplification, fifty percent Full Attribute Amplification. Triple amplifications were instantly stacked upon his body.

A terrifying sense of strength filled his entire body, making Qin Heng feel as though every muscle and every bone of his was humming.

Immediately afterward, a speck of golden light lit up at the center of his brow, and the External Soul Bone Illusion Pupil quietly activated.

In an instant, the world in Qin Heng's eyes became incomparably clear. Magic Shadow's every subtle movement, the trajectory of his soul power flow, and even the tiny fluctuations of soul power in the air were all seen by him with absolute clarity.

Magic Shadow sensed that Qin Heng's aura was climbing steeply in the span of a mere instant. The soul power fluctuations, which had originally still appeared somewhat thin for a Soul Ancestor, actually caused even him—a Soul Saint—to feel a trace of palpitations and trembling!

This brat really does have something weird about him! Magic Shadow no longer dared to hold anything back, and he roared fiercely, directly activating his Martial Soul Avatar.

Soul power as dark as ink surged out frantically, and his body was instantly swallowed by a massive black shadow.

The next moment, a terrifying black magic shadow standing over ten meters tall condensed into being. It was illusory yet brimming with a sense of oppression, resembling a demon crawled up from the abyss.

At Magic Shadow's feet, the third and fourth soul rings lit up in succession, and his figure unexpectedly vanished on the spot!

Eerie dark fluctuations flashed past, and with a terrifying, near-teleportation-like method, Magic Shadow appeared directly behind Qin Heng.

Atop the huge and ferocious black claws, thick dark and deathly auras were coiled, carrying a harsh screech as they fiercely slashed down toward Qin Heng's back!

Yet Qin Heng had long since captured the opponent's movement trajectory through the Illusion Pupil. Just now, the man should have activated his third and fourth soul skills. Among these two soul skills, one of them ought to have been a speed-amplification-type soul skill, but no matter how fast his speed was, it could not escape the eyes of Qin Heng with the Illusion Pupil activated.

The other thing was the dark and deathly aura attached to this Magic Shadow's claws.

Qin Heng was not afraid in the slightest. His fourth soul ring flashed abruptly, and upon the Asura Cloak Claw, wind-attribute and lightning-attribute soul power gathered frantically, cyan and purple lights weaving and flashing.

He whipped around, his dual claws sweeping out head-on with a berserk wind-and-lightning might.

Boom! The wind-and-lightning soul power erupted violently the moment they made contact. The purple lightning first paralyzed Magic Shadow's claws in an instant, causing their movement to exhibit a trace of sluggishness, and right after that, the berserk wind blades cut frantically like countless sharp blades.

Magic Shadow's claws, condensed from dark soul power, were actually torn apart on the spot, the massive black claw images shattering inch by inch!

The aftermath of the explosion actually blasted Magic Shadow's bulky Martial Soul Avatar flying backward, tumbling through the air several times before he barely managed to steady his stance.

Roar! Magic Shadow let out an angry, low roar. An obvious crack appeared at the chest of the Martial Soul Avatar, and wisps of black mist kept leaking out.

He lowered his head to look at his shattered right claw, then raised his head to stare fixedly at the tiny figure clad in armor down below, true solemnity and killing intent finally emerging within his eyes.

Brat, you've successfully angered me. Magic Shadow's voice was transmitted from the mouth of the massive black magic shadow, echoing throughout the entire forest with bone-chilling murderous intent.

Qin Heng shook his right hand, which had been numbed slightly by the shock. Cold light flickered in his Illusion Pupil as his voice turned icy and calm. Who doesn't know how to talk big? If you've got the ability, then bring it on!