Terrifying Title Douluo, Siege

She Long knew he had to end this quickly. With a flip of his right hand, a twelve-foot-long cyan-purple snake lance suddenly appeared in his grip.

The shaft was covered in dense, fine snake-scale patterns, and the tip gleamed with a chilling, cold light. Just holding it in his hand radiated a bone-piercing, ferocious aura.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—nine soul rings rose from his body, shining brilliantly in the night sky as a terrifying wave of soul power swept out like a tsunami.

The pressure of a level ninety-one assault-type Title Douluo was released without reservation, shrouding the entire Blood Wolf Fortress like an invisible, crushing mountain.

She Long grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth. A sharp, battle-hungry glint flashed in his eyes as he held the snake lance horizontally and laughed in a deep voice:

"It's been a long time since I've had a good fight. I hope these little blood wolves can give this old man a satisfying time!"

His fourth purple soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Thunder Roar Burst Kill!"

The snake lance instantly emitted a deafening hum. The snake-scale patterns on the shaft lit up in unison, and cyan-purple lightning crackled wildly between the scales, the sizzling sound of electricity tearing through the air.

He flicked his wrist violently, and the snake lance in his hand became like a thick, thunderous python, smashing fiercely toward the main building of Blood Wolf Fortress.

The few soul elders patrolling the entrance turned their heads toward the dazzling thunderbolt cutting through the darkness in the night sky. Just as confusion dawned on their faces, before they could even shout—

"BOOM!"

A deafening explosion erupted, and the entire small town trembled slightly!

The night was illuminated by the thunder. The core main building of Blood Wolf Fortress collapsed instantly, stone and wall fragments flying everywhere as dust filled the sky.

Violent arcs of lightning ravaged the surroundings, plowing deep trenches into the hard ground wherever they passed.

Those dozen or so patrolling soul elders were merely grazed by the aftermath of the thunder snakes. They didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly scorched into charred remains, falling to the ground and steaming, not even having had the chance to release their martial souls.

Lin Feng sat on the broad dragon back of the Dominator Vanguard, watching the main building below being blasted into a flat ruin and the charred corpses scattered everywhere. He swallowed hard and muttered:

"Is this just a casual strike from a Title Douluo? It's too terrifying... No wonder the soul master world says that a Title Douluo is an uncrossable chasm."

But the next second, as if he suddenly remembered something, he slapped his thigh and wailed with a pained expression.

"Wait! My money! My Gold Soul Coins! What if I blew up their vault? Didn't I come here for nothing?"

Amidst the ruins filled with dust, Zhou Man, along with Chu Shao and the other core members, stood up, their bodies charred black by the lightning, blood seeping from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses. They roared with eyes split with rage.

"Who is attacking my Blood Wolf..."

Before he could finish, She Long, hovering in mid-air, saw his eighth black ten-thousand-year soul ring suddenly light up.

"Thunder Poison Soul-Devouring Sting!"

The snake lance in his hand was instantly covered in purple-black lightning, and black arcs of electricity that devoured souls danced on the tip.

The next second, She Long's figure tore through the air, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived before Zhou Man with his lance.

An extreme sense of impending death rushed toward him. Zhou Man's hair stood on end. Having rolled on the edge of a blade for decades, he didn't hesitate for a second; his seventh black ten-thousand-year soul ring instantly lit up.

"Blood Wolf Avatar!"

"Awoooo—"

A shrill, furious wolf howl echoed for a hundred miles. A hideous blood wolf the size of a small hill, covered in blood-stained red fur, suddenly appeared above the ruins, its ferocious, bloody stench sweeping across the area.

Lin Feng sat on the dragon's back, staring unblinkingly at the massive Blood Wolf Avatar below.

This was the first time he had seen a soul master release their martial soul avatar with his own eyes.

Flender, standing to the side, spoke slowly.

"The martial soul avatar—only by mastering it can a soul master truly comprehend the mysteries of their martial soul and touch the strongest power belonging to it."

He paused, then added, "Of course, the soul power consumption for releasing a martial soul avatar is immense. It is the final, desperate move a soul master uses when pushed to the brink."

But when Zhou Man, transformed into the Blood Wolf Avatar, saw the nine soul rings on She Long—arranged in order from yellow to black—his face turned as pale as paper, and his ferocious aura vanished completely.

Without a second thought, he retreated rapidly to put distance between them, his body tense and ready to turn and flee at any moment. He bowed deeply to She Long, his posture extremely low, his voice filled with terror.

"Y-Your Excellency, I do not know how my Blood Wolf has offended you, but this old man will certainly make amends."

He was filled with confusion and disbelief.

He had always strictly ordered his subordinates never to provoke top-tier experts at the Title Douluo level. How could he have suddenly invited the attack of a Title Douluo?

Could it be that some blind, stupid subordinate had caused trouble behind his back?

Seeing the lightning on She Long's snake lance growing even more intense, Zhou Man bowed even lower, his aged voice filled with pleading.

"I beg Your Excellency to calm your anger. This old man truly does not know where he has offended you. Please, Your Excellency, speak plainly. Anything I can do, even if it means climbing a mountain of blades or descending into a sea of fire, I will do without a single word of complaint."

She Long couldn't be bothered to waste another word on him. His seventh black ten-thousand-year soul ring suddenly lit up, and violent soul power surged into the sky.

"Snake Lance Avatar!"

In an instant, He transformed into a hundred-meter-long purple-green giant snake. Black lightning sizzled and flashed across its hard scales, the sheer pressure of the soul power radiating from the opening and closing of its scales...

The giant serpent lashed its body, which was covered in crackling lightning; with just a single flick of its tail, it struck down before Zhou Man in an instant.

The earth shook and the mountains swayed.

The hundred-meter-long giant serpent pinned the mountain-like Blood Wolf firmly into the ruins, pummeling it mercilessly.

Zhou Man did not even have room to fight back; he gathered all his soul power to forcibly maintain his Avatar of the Martial Soul, nearly being beaten to the point of explosion.

Not far away, Chu Shao, Sun Shi, and the other two core members of the Blood Wolf—all Soul Saints—watched their big brother being rubbed into the ground in the middle of the field and exchanged swift glances.

Without the slightest intention of stepping forward to help, they greased their feet, hoping to slip away quietly while She Long's attention was entirely focused on Zhou Man.

"Big Brother, go in peace. We will help take care of your wives, and when your children grow up, we will certainly remember to have them avenge you if the opportunity arises."

"Big Brother has treated us well; how can you all be like this!"

"Then you go help Big Brother. We'll look after your wife and the Sun family for you; go on, don't worry."

"Cough, cough... pretend I never said anything."

They knew that acting this way was extremely disloyal, but who could blame them when their opponent was a Title Douluo? In just a few short minutes, even their leader, who was at the Soul Douluo level, was being beaten to the brink of death.

For the four of them, mere Soul Saints, going up there would be no different than throwing their lives away.

Just as the four turned around, they saw a figure radiating a fierce aura, as sturdy as an iron tower, already standing firmly in their path.

That robust physique looked inexplicably familiar.

The group probed with their soul power, and their hearts instantly sank to the bottom of the abyss.

The person before them was a Soul Saint!

The expressions of Chu Shao and the others turned ugly. Seven soul rings lit up in unison as they assumed a defensive stance and demanded sharply.

"What is the meaning of this, Excellency?"

Zhao Wuji grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth, the killing intent he had suppressed for months nearly overflowing from his eyes.

"Have you forgotten me?"

The seventh, pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul ring lit up.

"Vajra Bear Avatar!"

Zhao Wuji transformed directly into a mountain-sized Vajra Bear. A heavy pressure of soul power enveloped the four men, and his remaining soul rings lit up one after another, giving them no chance to stall or talk their way out of it.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Gravity Squeeze!"

"Fourth Soul Skill: Targeting Lock! Get over here!"

Feeling that familiar gravitational pressure, the expressions of Chu Shao and the others changed instantly, and they cried out in unison.

"It's you... you are people from the Soul Recovery Pavilion!"