Splitting Up

His fifth soul ring lit up. It was the only ten-thousand-year soul ring he had, and also the strongest soul skill he could use.

"Fifth soul ring skill, Snake Bite!"

After that, his entire body turned into a swift blur, and he pounced at Wang Sheng from a strange angle.

Was this a dying counterattack?

Looking at the Spirit Deacon coming at him, Wang Sheng wore a strange expression.

Especially those five soul rings on him—two yellow, two purple, and one black—left Wang Sheng utterly speechless.

Come on!

That tavern owner had been a Spirit Emperor!

You were just a Spirit King. Who gave you the courage to attack him?

Wang Sheng instantly released his martial soul, the Earth Explosive Bear. After that, he did not even release his soul rings. It was only an ordinary Martial Soul Possession.

Then he used one final move, Vajra Palm, and directly met the deacon's attack head-on.

The moment the two made contact, the deacon understood just how vast the gap between them was.

They were simply not on the same level.

Under Wang Sheng's tremendous strength, the deacon could not even hold out for an instant.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out, and the deacon's entire arm twisted in a bizarre way.

Clearly, under this blow, the deacon's entire arm had already been crippled.

However, that did not completely offset Wang Sheng's power. The deacon's whole body was sent flying by Wang Sheng.

He smashed heavily to the ground twenty meters away.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of fresh blood suddenly sprayed from the deacon's mouth, and then his entire body went limp. Clearly, he had lost the ability to fight.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

Wang Sheng walked toward the deacon step by step. Wherever he passed, everyone consciously opened a path. No, it