Slaying a Title Douluo

Boom!

The shockwave spread once more, making the formation patterns on the ground tremble.

Ye Chen's body was forced back half a step, but he did not pause. He twisted through the air, and the Shadow Short Blade stabbed out again from an even trickier angle, aimed directly at Zhong Shenxiu's waist and ribs.

Zhong Shenxiu flipped the Light-Imperial Ninja Blade in his right hand, angling the blade downward to block. Golden blade light precisely intercepted the Shadow Short Blade's path.

The two weapons collided, scattering a shower of sparks.

Ye Chen's attacks did not stop. He grew faster and faster, his figure flashing continuously through the golden domain. Each flash launched an attack from a different direction. His Shadow Short Blade thrust, swept, and slashed at angles, every move deadly and every strike carrying the resolve to kill.

The corners of Zhong Shenxiu's lips rose slightly.

The Sky Light Dragon Spear and Light-Imperial Ninja Blade in his hands began working together with extraordinary fluidity. The spear suppressed head-on while the Ninja Blade covered the flanks, leaving no gaps between attack and defense. He moved nimbly through the golden domain, sometimes advancing, sometimes sliding aside, sometimes spinning. Every step followed the rhythm of battle.

It was as though he was not fighting Ye Chen, but dancing.

A dance of death.

Their figures crossed again and again within the golden domain, every collision erupting with a deafening crash.

Golden Light Power intertwined with black Shadow Power like two colliding waves, spraying light and shadow across the sky. The formation patterns on the ground shattered, reformed, then shattered again beneath their battle, as if unable to withstand the impact of such power.

Ye Chen's attacks grew faster and fiercer. The blood-red patterns on his Shadow Short Blade pulsed wildly, each swing leaving