Elegant Kill, Wind-Breath Dragon Falls!

Xue Yao maintained his stance, ready to strike.

Dressed in pristine white, he stood at the edge of the storm, his robes dancing lightly in the wind.

Everything was going according to his calculations.

The crushing speed advantage had been established; now, it was time to finish it.

"Flash Strike."

From the rear, Xue Yao coldly issued the first formal attack command, transmitting it instantly through the mental link into the mind of the cyan lightning bolt suspended in mid-air.

"Screech!" High above, the cyan lightning, which had been darting back and forth at high speeds, suddenly paused.

Immediately after, the Royal Griffin forcibly twisted its trajectory in mid-air, defying all common sense.

It pulled its wings back sharply, its entire body transforming into a perfect, streamlined shape!

Under the limit-pushing calculation of 240% speed, the most fundamental kinetic energy formula in physics was pushed to its absolute extreme by this god-tier martial soul.

The greater the speed, the more terrifying the destructive power of the collision!

This was the Self-Created Soul Skill [Flash Strike] that Xue Yao had tailor-made for the Griffin, combining it with the beast's terrifying physical form!

"BOOM--!!!"

Giving the onlookers no time to react, they only felt a blur before their eyes, as if a cyan meteor had crashed down from the sky!

Carrying a terrifying wind pressure that tore through the air, the Royal Griffin slammed fiercely into the broad, proud back of the Wind-Breath Dragon!

"BANG!!!"

A teeth-grinding, thunderous roar exploded in front of the cliff!

A visible cyan ring-shaped shockwave swept wildly in all directions from the point of impact, instantly snapping giant, ancient trees that would have taken a dozen men to encircle!

"ROAR--!"

The Wind-Breath Dragon let out a shrill, miserable cry.

Under the Royal Griffin's terrifying, high-speed collision, the cyan-gold dragon scales on its body shattered in a massive, widespread collapse once again!

Large sprays of blood mixed with fragmented scales erupted into the sky.

Its massive body, weighing several tons, was forced backward, its thick hind limbs plowing two deep trenches into the ground.

However, this was merely the beginning.

Xue Yao's monstrous tactical combo had only just revealed the tip of the iceberg.

Having landed the hit, the Royal Griffin did not grow greedy.

Utilizing the massive recoil force, it performed an agile roll in mid-air.

The moment it rolled, the pure yellow century-old soul ring circling its body suddenly flickered with a faint light.

First Soul Skill passive—[Wind-Riding Combo], triggered!

This was Xue Yao's first soul ring, the core mechanism bestowed by the 420-year-old Mutated Green Wind Falcon.

Every successful wind-attribute attack hit would automatically accumulate a layer of wind-element combo marks within the body, causing the power of the next attack to leap qualitatively!

Combo count, +1!

The Royal Griffin used the recoil to circle back, without a moment of unnecessary hesitation.

Its eyes were locked firmly onto the Wind-Breath Dragon's throat, which had been fully exposed by the backward tilt, and the most fragile yet lethal reverse scale beneath it!

In the rear.

Xue Yao, who had been standing like a statue, finally showed a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"Clang—" Xue Yao's wrist snapped, and the exquisite Soul Tool longsword in his hand traced a sharp, cold arc in the air, its tip pointing directly at the exposed reverse scale on the Wind-Breath Dragon's throat.

"Gale Pierce!"

Xue Yao's sword gleamed as he issued the final execution order.

The moment the command was given!

The Royal Griffin's steel-cast talons and its beak, capable of piercing through refined steel with ease, suddenly condensed a terrifyingly dense amount of cyan wind elements!

Because of the 240% crushing speed advantage, the Royal Griffin had seized the absolute initiative in this round without a shadow of a doubt!

Conditions met.

Self-Created finishing Soul Skill—[Gale Pierce], erupted!

This was a terrifying kill move that relied heavily on specific conditions; it could only be executed when the user held the absolute initiative and possessed a complete speed advantage over the opponent.

Once the conditions were met, the original single-stage piercing combo would instantly split into three!

"One becomes three, plus the one layer of stacked marks from the first soul skill..."

Xue Yao curled his lips into an elegant arc. "A five-thousand-year sub-dragon, what will you use to block this?"

In the eyes of everyone, who were paralyzed with horror, the Royal Griffin transformed into a cyan storm that the naked eye could not capture during its split-second of hang time.

"Puff!" The first dull sound of penetration rang out.

That was the first layer of Gale Pierce.

The bird's beak, imbued with the ultimate cutting power of the wind element, struck with pinpoint accuracy against the basin-sized reverse scale of the Wind-Breath Dragon.

The reverse scale instantly emitted a groan of unbearable pressure, fracturing into a web of cracks.

"Puff!" The second sound followed immediately, with an interval of less than one-hundredth of a second.

That was the second layer of the stack! The sharp claws followed the fissure carved by the beak, tearing viciously into the wound. With a crisp, explosive sound, the hardest reverse scale of the five-thousand-year Wind-Breath Dragon shattered into pieces!

"Puff!" The third sound had transformed into a bone-chilling tear of flesh and blood!

The third layer of the attack drove straight in, completely piercing the tough hide beneath the reverse scale and heading straight for the carotid artery!

"Puff—!!!" The final sound erupted, accompanied by the ultimate passive effect accumulated to its peak from the first soul skill, Wind-Riding Combo!

A full four layers of power stacked together, each physical wind-attribute piercing attack more terrifying than the last, achieved a perfect convergence at the exact same point and the exact same moment!

The cyan storm, like an unstoppable spear of divine punishment, pierced in from the front of the Wind-Breath Dragon's throat and punched clean through the back of its neck!

A chilling, fatal blow.

A rain of blood scattered across the sky, falling in a chaotic downpour.

"Roar..."

The massive body of the Wind-Breath Dragon stiffened in mid-air.

Its dark golden vertical pupils were filled with extreme disbelief and terror, the vitality in its eyes extinguishing in an instant.

"Boom—!!!"

The five-thousand-year top-tier sub-dragon, which hadn't even managed to unleash its most prized innate wind-attribute magic, crashed to the ground with its multi-ton frame.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

In mid-air, the Royal Griffin, having just completed this artistic execution, gracefully traced a golden-cyan arc through the sky.

With a shake of its wings, the dragon blood staining its feathers was instantly evaporated by the wind element.

Following this, its body rapidly shrank, returning to the palm-sized "Little Griffin."

It floated lightly over the rain of blood and dust, landing steadily on the shoulder of Xue Lang, rubbing its furry little head affectionately against his cheek as if asking for a reward.

This harmless, adorable appearance was a far cry from the cold-blooded killer that had just instantly slaughtered a five-thousand-year sub-dragon!

Xue Yao smiled faintly, casually flicking his wrist to perform a sword flourish before returning the Soul Tool longsword—which had been used only to "point the way" from start to finish—into his storage ring.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the head of the Little Griffin. "Well done, you didn't get my clothes dirty."

Xue Yao's voice was incredibly calm, as if he had just ordered his pet to catch a grasshopper.

However, at this very moment, the brains of everyone standing a mile behind had completely short-circuited.

The fifty elite heavy cavalrymen of the Heaven Dou Royal Knights stared with eyes wide as if they had seen a ghost.

The King of the Farack Kingdom, Xue Lang, and Queen Gao Nianzhen stood with their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

And the most shocked of all was the level eighty-two Soul Douluo, Feng Cang.

Feng Cang still maintained his Martial Soul Possession state, his pair of cyan wings flapping awkwardly behind his back. He stared blankly at the eight-year-old boy in white in the distance, whose clothes hadn't even been ruffled in the slightest.

Feng Cang's pupils trembled violently, his scalp went numb, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to his crown!

What the hell kind of god-tier combat style is this?!

From start to finish! This eight-year-old boy hadn't even activated his Martial Soul Possession!

He had simply stood in the safe rear, holding a sword and striking a pose, without moving a single step the entire time, and had only moved his lips to say a few words!

And then?

Then that top-tier sub-dragon with five thousand years of cultivation, capable of easily tearing a Soul Ancestor to shreds, was instantly killed by his detached martial soul like a chicken being slaughtered, using a dazzling, tactical combo!

No bitter struggle, no bloodshed, not even a hint of disarray.

Only extreme elegance, extreme suppression, and extreme coldness!

Feng Cang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat feeling dry and painful.

He looked at the dead five-thousand-year Wind-Breath Dragon on the ground, then back at Xue Yao, who stood in place as composed as an immortal.

An absurd, yet undeniably real thought exploded in the mind of the Soul Douluo, Feng Cang.

This eight-year-old boy... he hadn't even used a single one of his own innate soul skills!

He had relied solely on the instinct of commanding his martial soul to fight, and he already possessed the terrifying strength to leapfrog ranks and instantly kill a Soul Ancestor!

Is this the eight-year-old, level thirty quasi-Soul Elder of the Farack Kingdom? This is no genius. This is a monster god capable of dimensional strikes!