A series of piercing shrieks rang out!
The azure-green wind blades swept forward with unmatched ferocity, clashing head-on with the ghost blades, each one radiating a chill.
Rumble, rumble, rumble—!
Amid a series of dense explosions, the surrounding snow, wind, and dust were swept into the air by the blasts from the Soul Skills colliding.
The swirling snow and dust formed a thick cloud between them, obscuring the view and cutting off Gui Mei's line of sight.
After freezing for a moment, Gui Mei finally snapped out of it. He had expected to see Xue Mingqing shredded by the attack, with his blood and entrails spilling everywhere.
Looking at the swirling cloud of dust, Gui Mei furrowed his brow. Though he hadn't used his full strength in that attack, still—
It had been the second Soul Skill of a Soul Saint, after all. By all rights, there was no way a Level 23 Soul Grandmaster could have blocked it!
Something was wrong!
Realizing the situation might have slipped beyond his control, Gui Mei's eyes narrowed!
How could he dare hold back and play around now? He immediately got serious.
Beneath him, his seventh Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring suddenly lit up, unleashing a Soul Saint's true trump card!
Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Avatar!
In an instant, the shrill wails of countless lost souls and wandering spirits rang through the area!
Streams of black yin energy and ghostly spirits surged from every direction, rapidly gathering around Gui Mei's body. Then—
The figure standing there...
Was no longer the bewitching, alluring Evil Soul Master Gui Mei, with his power to ensnare souls and captivate hearts.
All that remained was Gui Mei, whose graceful figure was swathed in a swirling mist of eerie ghosts. His three thousand silver strands whipped wildly as his