I don't believe you can fly!

Hearing Tang San's pleading words, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand paused for a fleeting moment.

His own son, begging a soul beast?

A complex expression, impossible to describe, surfaced on Tang Hao's blood-stained face.

Tang Hao had lived his entire life standing tall and upright, preferring to break rather than bend.

Yet his son was begging a ten-thousand-year Golden Light Eagle.

He fell silent for a moment, then sighed.

He simply assumed Tang San was too anxious; after all, that child valued Xiao Wu more than his own life, so being anxious to the point of losing his composure was understandable.

He did not dwell on it further, gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tight, and turned to continue clashing with Bibi Dong.

At the same time, the body of the Titan Giant Ape had already squeezed more than halfway out of the spatial rift.

His arms braced against the edges of the rift, his massive torso slowly pushing through, and every breath he took stirred the surrounding air currents into visible vortices.

Xiao Wu looked up, tears finally streaming from her eyes.

She shook her head desperately, her voice filled with despair: "Er Ming, go back! They are plotting against you! Four people, four Titled Douluo are waiting for you! Go back, quickly!"

She could not let Er Ming die here too.

Her mother had already died at the hands of Bibi Dong; if Er Ming were to die here because of her, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

But Er Ming only lowered his head, his large, bell-like eyes fixed on Xiao Wu, a simple, honest smile appearing on his furry face.

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu-jie. I will definitely take you away without a single scratch."

Xiao Wu froze; she knew Er Ming too well. Er Ming never lied, and he certainly wouldn't put on a brave front in front of her.

Yet the composure in his eyes at this moment, the confidence that seemed to seep from his very bones, was something she had never seen before.

Er Ming's gaze swept across the entire battlefield.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, those four Titled Douluo elders, Bibi Dong who was locked in combat with Tang Hao in the distance, and that golden figure rapidly approaching...

He looked at each of these names, which were enough to strike terror into anyone on the Douluo Continent, and a novel feeling he had never experienced before welled up in his heart.

Soul beasts had an innate warning system for danger.

The Titan Giant Ape lineage was far superior to ordinary soul beasts in this regard.

In the past, when facing so many Titled Douluo, even if Er Ming only sensed their aura from afar, his fur would stand on end involuntarily; that was the survival instinct etched into his bloodline.

But now...

These existences that he once dared not look directly at seemed, in his perception, like nothing more than a lively game of house.

Even the strongest, Tang Hao and Bibi Dong, could hardly bring him a true sense of threat anymore.

Er Ming subconsciously clenched his fist.

Between his fingers, fine arcs of lightning danced and flickered, emitting a crisp crackling sound.

On his back, the pair of dark golden bone wings that had yet to unfold trembled slightly.

That lord was right after all.

Although the modifications were rushed, they were more than enough to deal with Titled Douluo!

Seeing that Er Ming was about to emerge, the first two Titled Douluo could no longer restrain themselves.

They were closest to the spatial rift, terrified that Er Ming would turn around and shrink back into the rift after seeing the formation of four Titled Douluo.

If he escaped, the hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone within their reach would fly away.

Two figures shot out at almost the same instant.

Soul rings lit up in unison, and their Avatar of the Martial Soul was activated!

One elder's martial soul was a giant, pitch-black scorpion, while the other's was a bone-white long blade covered in blood grooves.

Both men's nine soul rings were fully illuminated, their Avatar of the Martial Soul pushed to the limit, and violent soul power poured toward Er Ming like a burst dam.

They went all out with their first strike; as long as this blow landed, they could completely pin down the Titan Giant Ape, leaving him no possibility of escape.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was sweeping the formation in the distance, the corners of his mouth already curling upward.

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei transformed directly into a ghostly shadow, rapidly approaching from the flank.

The credit could not be monopolized by those two!

As long as he got a piece of the action, he would be able to claim a larger share when the rewards were distributed later.

Everything was within their calculations.

The only thing not in their calculations was the fist Er Ming swung.

"Thunderlight Fist."

Er Ming let out a low roar, his right fist swinging out with unadorned simplicity.

Hearing this name, the two Titled Douluo elders almost laughed out loud.

Thunderlight Fist?

What kind of trash name is that?

It sounds even less impressive than the first soul skill of a hundred-year soul beast!

The more flamboyant a soul skill's name, the greater its power—this is common knowledge in the soul master world.

Yet, the very next moment, the sky... changed!

There was no warning, no transition.

One moment, the sky was churning with the turbulent aftermath of soul power; the next, it transformed into a blinding sea of thunder.

Thousands of lightning bolts struck down simultaneously from the heavens, each as thick as a water barrel, converging upon Er Ming's mountain-sized fist and igniting it into a miniature sun.

That fist expanded in their vision, its might instantly surpassing the limits of what their senses could bear.

The carapace of the scorpion martial soul was like paper before the lightning, and the edge of the bone blade was ground into powder by the thunderous light.

The two men's Avatar of the Martial Soul shattered like glass struck by a palm, disintegrating into pieces inch by inch.

One punch.

Only one punch.

The two arrogant Title Douluo elders lay on the ground like dead dogs, charred black and wreathed in wisps of smoke, lacking even the strength to twitch.

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei happened to be charging right toward Er Ming.

His speed was too great—so fast that by the time he saw what had happened, it was already too late to brake.

He came to a steady halt less than ten yards from Er Ming, lifted his head, and cast his gaze past his two colleagues lying on the ground, past that massive, smoking fist, and finally onto Er Ming's copper-bell-sized eyes.

The corners of Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's mouth twitched, and his grim face squeezed out a sheepish smile uglier than a cry.

"Lord Titan Giant Ape... if I said I was just here to collect their corpses, would you believe me?"

Er Ming did not speak.

He simply looked down at Gui Mei, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into an arc.

Seeing that smile, Ghost Douluo didn't utter a single word of nonsense; he turned and ran.

Without hesitation, without lingering, he moved so fast he left several afterimages in his wake.

His mind raced.

No matter how strong the Titan Giant Ape was, it was a beast; its explosive power was terrifying, but it couldn't fly.

He only needed to wait for the moment Er Ming's massive body fully squeezed out of the spatial rift and landed on the ground to use his speed advantage to put some distance between them.

He didn't believe Er Ming could fly to chase him.

The next moment, he heard a wild roar.

The sound made his eardrums ache, and a gust of air swept in from behind, carrying the scent of destructive lightning. Gui Mei instinctively looked back.

Er Ming's body had fully emerged from the spatial rift.

Behind him, a pair of Dark Gold Thunder Wings were slowly unfolding.

Lightning flowed across the surface of the wings, and every wing bone radiated a heart-stopping aura of destruction. As the wings spread, the thunder of heaven and earth responded, as if the entire firmament were trembling beneath them.

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stared at those Dark Gold Thunder Wings that blotted out the sky, his lips trembling violently.

"...Motherfucker!"