Kill, Kill, Kill-Blood Flows Like a River

"Radiant Feather Douluo, martial soul: Radiant Feather Divine Bow!"

A slender figure with a face still carrying the boyishness of youth slowly stepped out from Spirit Hall's ranks.

It was none other than Radiant Feather Douluo.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—nine spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

Soul Power, nearly condensed into substance, spread outward like a tide, stirring ripples across the sea.

"This..."

Sea Spear Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted, and the gravity on his face was completely replaced by terror.

From afar earlier, he had only vaguely sensed how powerful the other man's Soul Power was.

But now that he faced him head-on, he truly experienced that crushing pressure, as heavy as a mountain.

It seemed that as long as the other man wished it, he could crush him with ease.

As though, with a mere thought, the other man could effortlessly shatter all of his defenses.

"What are you standing there for?"

"If I had made a move, this battle should have ended from the very beginning."

Radiant Feather Douluo looked coldly at Sea Spear Douluo, as if he were looking at an ant.

"We are both Titled Douluo, and I am a Saint Pillar Guardian blessed by the Sea God. How dare you look down on me like this!"

"How can you so disdain the power granted by Divine Grace?!"

Sea Spear Douluo was thoroughly enraged by that contemptuous attitude, flames of fury blazing in his eyes.

"Divine Grace?"

"It is nothing more than a realm forcibly piled up through external power. Even your own foundation is unstable—how can that be called strength?"

"I'll give you three moves today and see just how much weight the Sea God's blessing truly carries."

Radiant Feather Douluo shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.