War Soul Saint!

"Heh..." Xia Ming flicked his wrist and let out a cold sneer. "Evil Soul Master, is that all the skill you have?"

Bloodshot veins suddenly spread across the black-robed man's eyes, and a low growl like that of a wounded beast erupted from his throat, the bloody aura permeating his body growing increasingly intense.

"You little beast... you're courting death!"

He slowly raised his uninjured left hand, and his third purple soul ring suddenly shone with brilliant light.

"Third Soul Skill: Blood Bat Soul Devour!"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft—"

In an instant, countless blood-colored bats swarmed out from beneath his black robe!

Each one was only the size of a palm, yet they possessed scarlet compound eyes and sharp, venomous fangs.

As their wings beat, they scattered a corrosive blood mist, rushing toward Xia Ming in a sky-covering wave!

Wherever they passed, the ground hissed, being eroded into dense, pockmarked pits.

Anything they touched collapsed; anything they grazed rotted away!

Yet, Xia Ming's gaze remained icy, as if he were completely blind to the sky full of blood bats!

He stomped his feet violently against the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground cracked, and gravel splattered!

Relying on the terrifying burst of power brought by his two soul skills, he tore through the air like a golden arrow, charging straight toward the Evil Soul Master himself against the tide of blood bats!

"What?!" The black-robed Evil Soul Master's pupils shrank.

He watched with his own eyes as several blood bats lunged at Xia Ming's shoulders and arms.

Yet, their venomous fangs couldn't even pierce his skin!

Physical attacks? Break through my defense first!

"Your defense... it's not right!" the Evil Soul Master finally exclaimed in horror.

Only at this moment did he truly realize the bizarre nature of the youth before him.

His strength was enough to send a Soul Saint flying with a single punch, and his defense was so absolute that even the corrosive venom of the blood bats left him unscathed!

"What kind of Martial Soul is this?!"

But he had no time to ponder.

Heaven Dou City was currently teeming with experts; although they were in the suburbs, the collision of soul power just now had likely already drawn attention!

If he delayed any longer, he would surely die!

"You forced my hand..." a hoarse, frantic whisper emanated from beneath the black robe.

The next moment, the last shred of hesitation in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by a ferocious, all-or-nothing desperation!

His pitch-black seventh soul ring erupted with light!

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Roar—!"

A shrill, inhuman shriek exploded!

The black robe shattered instantly, revealing a skeletal, emaciated body beneath.

Behind him, a pair of pitch-black leathery wings unfurled, spanning over five meters!

His skin turned a sickly cyan-black, his fingernails grew into hooked talons, and fangs protruded from his mouth.

His original black bat Martial Soul had now completely fused with his physical body.

The full-power eruption of a Soul Saint-level Evil Soul Master made the air within a hundred meters feel as if it had solidified, permeated by a suffocating aura of death.

"To force me to use my Martial Soul Avatar... kid, you have enough to be proud of."

He stared fixedly at Xia Ming, his hoarse voice sounding as if it had crawled up from hell:

"Now, let me taste what the blood of a genius like you truly tastes like."

Before the words had even faded, the fifth and sixth black soul rings on the Evil Soul Master's body simultaneously burst with blinding light!

The gravel on the ground silently turned to dust, and even the remaining trees in the distance began to wither and decay rapidly.

The bizarre power and strength of the Evil Soul Master were revealed in full!

If an ordinary Soul Grand Master were here, let alone fighting, the mere pressure combined with this mental erosion would have been enough to cause their soul power to collapse.

But Xia Ming had long since activated his Domination Domain.

Never mind the pressure of a Soul Saint; even the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King could not affect him!

As for the mental erosion?

Between Xia Ming's brows, a vertical eye flickered in and out of existence.

His spiritual power was now even stronger than that of spirit-type soul masters at the same level!

Facing the Evil Soul Saint, whose momentum had climbed to its peak and who was clearly going all out.

There was no fear in the eyes of Xia Ming; instead, a blazing fighting spirit ignited within them.

He did not dodge or evade, choosing instead to meet the attack head-on, countering offense with offense!

"Come!"

A low shout exploded like a thunderclap across the silent battlefield.

The next moment, his figure surged forward, transforming into a golden meteor as he took the initiative to collide with that roiling blood-colored figure!

"BOOM--!"

The two collided.

The full-force strike of the Evil Soul Saint in his Avatar state, carrying immense soul power and sinister, corrosive properties, swept forward like a raging sea of blood.

The crimson-gold patterns on Xia Ming's skin vibrated violently, emitting a series of fine cracking sounds.

For the first time in this battle, his defense had been truly breached.

"Pfft!"

A cold, bloody surge of soul power penetrated his body.

The skin on his left shoulder tore open, and the blood that gushed out turned dark purple instantly, the flesh at the edges of the wound blackening at a visible rate.

Just then.

"Hum--!"

A pure, vast power of light, as if capable of purifying all filth in the world, descended like a galaxy from the nine heavens, shrouding the entire battlefield without warning!

The black mist on the wound on Xia Ming's shoulder, which had been rapidly eroding his body, evaporated and dissipated instantly like snow meeting a scorching sun.

The flesh writhed and healed, leaving only a faint red mark in the blink of an eye.

As for the Evil Soul Saint opposite him.

"Ah--!" He let out a scream of extreme misery.

His Martial Soul Avatar state was forcibly suppressed by this power of light!

He staggered backward, his soul power collapsing, his heart completely swallowed by boundless terror.

This level of light power could only belong to a Titled Douluo with a light attribute! Perhaps even stronger!

There were only a handful of such figures on the continent.

Combined with the age and talent of the other party, could it be the Bright Phoenix Douluo from Shrek Academy?

If Xia Ming knew what the other party was thinking, he would surely laugh.

The Bright Phoenix Douluo Yan Shaozhe was indeed not here, but the one who had come was his teacher, the Dragon God Douluo Mu En!

The space rippled slightly, and a slightly hunched figure appeared silently beside Xia Ming.

Mu En did not even glance at the Evil Soul Master collapsed on the ground.

His gaze fell upon the healed wound on Xia Ming's shoulder, a trace of lingering shock flashing deep within his eyes.

"You did very well."

"If it were some weaker Soul Saints, they might truly have been defeated by you."

"However, you must remember not to underestimate other Soul Saints because of this," he said sternly.

"This Evil Soul Master is not skilled in frontal assaults; his primary means of attack is erosion, so it was naturally difficult for him to break your defense."

"But if it were a power-type Soul Saint, it would still be very difficult for you to defend against them at your current Soul Power Level."

"This disciple understands." Xia Ming nodded solemnly.

He certainly would not become arrogant because of today's battle.

The opponent was completely countered by him, which was why the fight had been so stifling for the enemy.

Otherwise, even an ordinary Soul Douluo could be killed by the opponent's corrosive abilities.

Even so, after the opponent activated his Martial Soul Avatar, he had possessed the ability to threaten him.

If Mu En had not intervened and the fight had continued, Xia Ming admitted it would have been difficult to win.

"I am still too weak," he said with a self-deprecating smile.

Of course, if anyone else heard this, they would likely be so angry they would curse out loud.

Having awakened his martial soul only a year ago, with a Soul Power Level of only thirty, and not even having obtained his third soul ring yet.

To be able to fight against a Soul Saint—could this really be called weak?

A faint, imperceptible smile appeared in Mu En's eyes, but he said nothing more, merely raising his eyes to look at the ashen-faced Evil Soul Master.