Zhao Wuji Loses an Arm, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring! Tidal Surge Return to Void!

"BOOM!!!"

However, just as the bear paw was about to descend, Lan's figure drifted backward several meters like ink dispersed by the wind or a shadow melting into the rain.

The movement was elegant and completely silent.

"BOOM!"

The bear paw struck empty air, smashing a massive crater into the hard stone path as gravel sprayed in every direction.

What incredible footwork!

The pupils in Zhao Wuji's massive bear eyes suddenly constricted.

This brat is like a shadow without a physical form!

He discovered that his aura, which was capable of locking onto anything, was completely ineffective against his opponent.

He simply couldn't land a hit!

"Fourth Spirit Ability, Position Tracking!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low growl as his fourth spirit ring suddenly flared, and an invisible ripple instantly enveloped Lan.

Immediately following, his second spirit ring also shone with brilliant light.

"Second Spirit Ability, Vajra Fist!"

Targets locked by the fourth spirit ability would be unable to dodge.

Zhao Wuji was firmly convinced of this.

His bear fist, the size of a sandbag, clenched tight, carrying a terrifying gale that tore through the curtain of rain as he charged forward once more.

At the same time, a ferocious grin spread across Zhao Wuji's bear face.

The sound from his mouth was clearly audible even amidst the torrential rain.

"Brat, let's see how you dodge this!"

Facing Zhao Wuji's self-assured, ferocious grin, the corners of Lan's mouth curled into an arc.

The arc was faint, carrying a hint of playfulness, as if it were pity for an ant.

"Dodge?"

"Why would I need to dodge."

He asked softly, his voice cutting through the roar of the heavy rain to reach Zhao Wuji's ears with perfect clarity.

Before his words had even faded, a ring of light suddenly ignited beneath Lan's feet.

Purple.

Another purple ring followed.

The ferocious grin on Zhao Wuji's massive bear face stiffened slightly.

However, before he could even process it, a third spirit ring rose up.

Black!

The fourth was also black!

The fifth, still black!

The sixth, surprisingly... was still black!

Zhao Wuji's massive bear eyes widened like copper bells, his forward momentum coming to an abrupt halt as his enormous body skidded across the slick stone path, leaving long trails in the water.

Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings!

How is this possible!

How could a youth who looked no older than eighteen or nineteen possibly absorb four ten-thousand-year spirit rings!

Yet, the true horror had only just begun.

Above the sixth black spirit ring, a blinding flash of blood-red, like a flower of death blooming in the rainy night, suddenly flared to life.

That red was eerie, profound, and carried a terrifying aura that made one's very soul tremble.

Purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Seven spirit rings orbited Lan's body in perfect order, setting him off like a demon god who had walked out of the Abyss.

"A... a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring!!!"

Zhao Wuji shrieked, his deep, resonant voice as a Vajra Bear now filled with a cracking tremor and pure terror.

He felt his mind go completely blank.

That was no hallucination!

That was a real, tangible, hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, something that only existed in legends!

A Spirit Saint possessing a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring?

This completely overturned everything he had known about the world of spirit masters for over seventy years!

No wonder, no wonder he dared to be so arrogant!

No wonder he hadn't even lifted an eyelid when facing his Martial Soul True Form!

In the face of such a spirit ring configuration, his own level 76 cultivation was nothing but a joke!

Rainwater slid down Lan's cold, stern cheeks.

He raised his hand, performing what seemed like a casual gesture.

"Seventh Spirit Skill: Tidal Surge Return to Void."

As his faint voice rang out, the seventh spirit ring—that blood-red one—erupted with brilliant light!

This was the second offensive skill attached to the Shadow Abyss Shark True Form.

The short blade in Lan's hand, the Shark Blade named "Wave Breaker," was tossed forward by him with nonchalance.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any whistling sound tearing through the sky.

After leaving his hand, the Shark Blade traced a deep blue streak through the air, as if he had merely thrown an ordinary stone.

However, when it flew before Zhao Wuji, a sudden transformation occurred!

The Shark Blade abruptly hovered in place, then began to spin at high speed.

The torrential rain was drawn by an invisible force, surging madly toward the spinning blade.

In the blink of an eye, a deep blue vortex composed of rapidly rotating water and countless tiny shark shadows appeared out of thin air in the center of the street.

"Hum—"

The sound emitted by the vortex was not the howling of wind, but a teeth-gritting grinding noise, as if billions of blades were churning within it simultaneously.

Zhao Wuji's massive Vajra Bear True Form seemed so small in front of this vortex.

An irresistible, terrifying suction force emanated from the center of the vortex, locking onto him firmly.

"No!"

Zhao Wuji roared in terror. He pushed his spirit power to the limit, his feet digging deep into the ground as he tried to resist the suction.

Yet, it was all in vain.

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet were ripped up inch by inch, and his body, heavy as a Thousand Jun, was dragged bit by bit, irreversibly, toward the vortex of death.

I can't break free!

What on earth is this? Why am I completely unable to move?

Zhao Wuji's heart was filled with unprecedented despair.

His body was finally pulled into the vortex.

"Sshhh! Sshhh!"

Countless streams of water as sharp as blades, mixed with invisible shark shadows, frantically sliced at his prideful Vajra Bear True Form.

Hair as tough as steel was easily torn away, and his resilient muscles were stripped off in layers.

Agonizing pain swept through every nerve like a tidal wave.

Just as Zhao Wuji thought he was about to be completely shredded.

Suddenly.

A deep blue Shark Blade flashed through the vortex.

It was so fast that he had no time to react.

Puchi!

A thick bear arm, accompanied by a rain of blood, flew high into the air before landing heavily in the distant puddles, splashing a crimson flower.

Zhao Wuji froze.

He looked down to see his right shoulder—empty.

From the smooth cut, blood gushed out like a fountain.

His hand...

His right hand... had been severed!

Unprecedented fear instantly drowned out his consciousness, which had been chaotic from the agony.

The bone-chilling pain instantly overwhelmed all of Zhao Wuji's senses.

"Ahhhhh—"

A shrill scream tore through the rainy night. He could no longer maintain his Martial Soul True Form; his massive bear body shrank rapidly, reverting to the appearance of a muscular man.

But at this moment, he collapsed wretchedly into the stagnant water. His right sleeve hung empty, and blood mixed with rainwater, staining the bluestone slabs beneath him a dark red.

With a single thought from Lan, the deep blue vortex quietly dissipated, as if it had never existed.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Zhao Wuji clutched his severed arm, his face devoid of any of the Immovable Bright King's former demeanor, leaving only thick fear and pleading.

"Spare me! My lord, please spare my life!"