Fatal Blow

Deep within the Soul Hunting Forest, the light was dim.

A Datura Snake nearly four meters long lay coiled in a clearing, its triangular head, covered in disgusting tumors, held high.

Its cold, yellow slit pupils were locked onto Su Yu, Tang Wu, and Xiao Wu, its scarlet tongue flicking rapidly in the air.

Without the slightest warning, the Datura Snake suddenly opened its blood-red maw.

A thick, pink mist surged from the gaps in its fangs, carrying a pungent, fishy-sweet stench that rolled toward the trio like a sea of clouds, engulfing everything in its path.

The poison mist spread with terrifying speed, instantly sealing off all avenues of retreat.

As the surrounding weeds touched the pink fog, they withered and blackened at a visible rate, dissolving into pools of foul-smelling liquid.

"Watch out! Its poison mist has a powerful paralytic effect; you must not breathe it in!" Xiao Wu's expression shifted as she shouted a warning.

Soul power surged within her, and she prepared to force a breakout while carrying Tang Wu.

"Don't move blindly; retreating will only make us sitting ducks." Su Yu stood his ground, his expression surprisingly calm.

His gaze pierced through the rolling poison mist, locking firmly onto the Datura Snake's massive body.

He turned his head and issued a command to Tang Wu beside him: "Tang Wu, now! Use your Mutated Blue Silver Grass to bind its tail and pin it in place!"

Looking at the terrifying poison mist and the hideous serpent, Tang Wu's face was pale, but her eyes held a stubborn resolve.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her inner fear, and thrust her fair hands forward.

"Mutated Blue Silver Grass, emerge!"

Following Tang Wu's crisp, delicate cry, the level ten soul power within her erupted without reservation.

The soil on the ground shattered instantly as several crystal-clear vines, marked with pale gold patterns, burst from the earth.

The speed of these Mutated Blue Silver Grass vines was astonishing; like nimble golden whips, they raced along the ground, instantly bypassing the edge of the poison mist.

Under Su Yu's precise direction, the vines seemed to grow eyes, tightly binding the Datura Snake's thick tail.

The vines tightened coil by coil, digging deep into the gaps between the dark green scales.

Sensing its tail was bound, the Datura Snake let out an angry hiss.

Its massive body lunged forward, attempting to forcefully break free from the seemingly fragile plants.

Its terrifying strength, capable of crushing rock, exploded in an instant.

"Creak—creak—"

The Mutated Blue Silver Grass wrapped around the snake's tail was pulled taut, stretched to its absolute limit.

The vines emitted a teeth-grinding friction, as if they would snap completely at any second.

The Datura Snake struggled violently, its thick body thrashing wildly on the ground, sending soil and gravel flying.

Yet, though the crystal-clear Mutated Blue Silver Grass creaked under the strain, it showed no signs of breaking, stubbornly pinning the Datura Snake in place.

"Well done!" A flash of brilliance crossed Su Yu's eyes.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

Because of its excessive force, the Datura Snake's body was pulled straight, causing it to freeze for a split second.

Su Yu did not hesitate; his Innate Full Soul Power surged like a bursting dam, flowing through his meridians and gathering entirely at his right index and middle fingers.

The dense soul power compressed at his fingertips, transforming into an invisible, incomparably sharp blade of air about half a foot long.

The air around the blade distorted slightly from the sheer sharpness of the aura.

At the same time, the bright golden light deep within Su Yu's eyes flared intensely.

Eye of Truth, fully activated!

Within his vision, a dull scale three inches below the Datura Snake's belly was magnified infinitely.

That was the snake's most lethal weak point, the seven-inch mark, and the area with the weakest defense on its entire body.

"Die!"

Su Yu moved like lightning, his entire form becoming a blur as he charged out.

His speed was so fast that Xiao Wu only felt a flicker before his eyes.

Su Yu skillfully used the surrounding tree trunks as cover, avoiding the oncoming pink poison mist at an incredible angle.

He instantly closed the distance to the underside of the Datura Snake's belly.

Facing that layer of iron-hard, dark green scales, Su Yu did not choose a head-on collision.

His eyes were cold; he flipped his wrist, and the invisible air blade at his fingertips pierced precisely into the tiny gap between two scales.

Without any resistance, the air blade sliced through the Datura Snake's muscle tissue as easily as cutting tofu, driving straight into its beating heart.

The Innate Full Soul Power erupted inside the snake's body, instantly shredding its heart into a mass of pulp.

"Hiss—!"

The Datura Snake let out a shrill, agonizing hiss.

Its massive body arched violently, thrashing and rolling on the ground in extreme pain.

The thick snake tail lashed against the surrounding tree trunks, snapping several large trees in half.

But this struggle was merely a final flash of vitality.

After rolling only a few times, the strength of the Datura Snake drained away rapidly.

Its high-raised head fell powerlessly, slamming heavily into the dirt and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Those cold, yellow slit pupils quickly lost their luster, fading into total lifelessness.

The forest returned to tranquility, with only the broken branches nearby still swaying slightly.

Xiao Wu stood where she was, watching Su Yu's clean, efficient kill—executed without a single wasted movement—and couldn't help but gasp.

"You guy, what kind of monster are you? You didn't even use your Martial Soul, just condensed spirit power into a blade to one-shot a four-hundred-year Datura Snake. Your eye for finding weak points is way too sharp!" Xiao Wu swallowed hard, looking at Su Yu as if he were a primordial beast wearing human skin.

Su Yu dissipated the blade of energy at his fingertips, brushed the dust off his hands, and retreated with a calm expression.

Following the death of the Datura Snake, a bright yellow ring slowly rose from its corpse.

The ring spun in mid-air, radiating a violent and wild energy fluctuation.

This was a century-old Spirit Ring.

Su Yu turned his head to look at Tang Wu, who was still panting heavily, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Xiao San, you did a great job just now. If you hadn't restricted its movements, I wouldn't have succeeded so easily." Su Yu did not hold back his praise.

Hearing Su Yu's compliment, a happy flush immediately appeared on Tang Wu's pale little face.

"Go on, this is your spoils of war. Sit down and absorb it, let your Blue Silver Grass complete its true transformation." Su Yu pointed at the yellow century-old Spirit Ring, encouraging her.

Tang Wu nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with determination.

She walked to the side of the Datura Snake's corpse, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to draw the spirit ring down from the air using her spirit power.