Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Entering the Thunder Prison (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Han Yu shook his head slightly, relying on his formidable spiritual power to quickly recover from his dizziness.

He took a deep breath, met Qian Renxue's gaze directly, and stepped forward.

Qian Renxue's face was filled with confusion, her lips slightly pursed.

She did not understand.

Was Han Yu truly not afraid of death? What was so bad about following her? Anything the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could provide, her Spirit Hall could offer just the same.

Her inner conflict intensified. As Han Yu drew closer, the irritation on her face grew, and she raised the Angel Holy Sword to strike.

Clang—

The Angel Holy Sword was blocked by a hard object.

Qian Renxue whipped her head around instantly, her eyes fixed on the green longsword in Han Yu's hand. Her mouth fell slightly agape, her expression one of shock, and her voice trembled as she said, "You are... a twin spirit user."

The corners of her mouth twitched into a joyful smile. "Haha, that's it. That's right. That must be why you were able to cultivate sword intent."

She watched Han Yu with a burning gaze, her throat bobbing as her breathing quickened, as if she were looking at a priceless treasure.

Han Yu's eyes were sharp. With a flick of his wrist, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword erupted with a layer of Evil-Warding Divine Thunder. His figure transformed into a golden arc of electricity, diving into the opening of his Thunder Escape almost instantly.

Boom—

Qian Renxue's laughter came to an abrupt halt. Struck hard from behind, her six wings showed several charred patches, and she only stabilized her form after crashing through several massive trees.

"Han Yu, I now acknowledge you as a worthy opponent." Qian Renxue's eyes gleamed, a faint flush rising to her cheeks as she appeared exceptionally excited, her tone filled with delight.

Her spirit was the god-level Six-Winged Angel, granting her innate full soul power at level twenty. She had grown up under the tutelage of several elders, choosing the most optimal soul skills for her soul rings based on her family's heritage, and she had even absorbed several soul bones from the ninety-nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-year-old Angel God Bone set.

Her life had been dull until now; no peer could serve as her rival, nor could anyone pique her interest.

Only Han Yu—who had repeatedly thwarted her and now revealed his true strength as a dual-spirit sword genius—made her feel a surge of excitement for the first time, allowing her to throw herself into a battle where she could enjoy a truly evenly matched fight.

"Han Yu, I am the Saintess of Spirit Hall and the granddaughter of the Elder Hall's Great Elder. Join my Spirit Hall, and you shall be the Saint of Spirit Hall, revered by all soul masters on the continent," Qian Renxue said rapidly.

She revealed her identity, filled with joyful anticipation for Han Yu's acceptance.

Han Yu shook his head lightly, silently raising the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword and pointing it toward the sky.

"Killing Sword Intent, Giant Sword Technique."

He launched the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword into the void, where it transformed into a sky full of sword shadows.

Countless green sword shadows merged together, forming a massive, golden-patterned, cyan-bright light sword suspended in the air, which then crashed down toward Qian Renxue.

"Fifth soul skill, Holy Sword."

The phantom behind Qian Renxue condensed a golden longsword in its hand, which, coated in Holy Fire, slashed toward the massive green blade.

Boom—

The surrounding trees toppled in unison as the two attacks canceled each other out.

"It's useless. Give up. Your soul power is too low to defeat me. Come back to Spirit Hall with me." Qian Renxue smiled, her tone brimming with confidence as she strolled leisurely toward Han Yu.

Han Yu let out a soft hum, his tone playful. "Is that so?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his Mystic Array Disk spirit appeared in his left hand and began to rotate slowly, drawing the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword closer.

Countless green phantoms branched out, landing in the surroundings in what appeared to be a random pattern.

A formation suddenly took shape, centering on Han Yu and enveloping Qian Renxue.

All the green phantoms instantly solidified and continued to divide, transforming into a sky full of green sword shadows, their tips pointing directly at Qian Renxue.

"What!?" Qian Renxue gasped.

The next moment.

Clang, clang, clang—

Every sword shadow within the formation flew toward Qian Renxue, effortlessly shattering her golden light shield.

Deep wounds appeared on her body and her six wings. She fell to one knee, staining the ground with a large pool of gold. Her eyes were filled with horror as she looked at Han Yu in disbelief.

She could not understand how Han Yu, only a Soul Master, could possess a soul skill with such terrifying lethality, or why he had an endless array of methods that caused her to stumble time and time again.

What she found most unbearable was Han Yu's previous dismissal of her, having toyed with her using only one of his spirits.

"Did you look down on me that much before?" Qian Renxue asked, her expression pained and her tone laced with a hint of hatred.

Han Yu did not answer. He turned to pick up Ye Lingling, his Wind-Thunder Wings flapping as he soared into the air.

Suddenly, a robust figure streaked over from the distance.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was filled with rage, advancing at full speed and leaving Chen Xin far behind.

He stared fixedly at Han Yu's ascending figure, raised his massive hand, and brought it down with a fierce strike.

"No! Don't kill him!" Qian Renxue shouted, her voice sharp and truncated.

But it was too late. The massive golden hand had already reached Han Yu. The terrifying pressure rendered him unable to move an inch, and the surrounding space was locked, preventing him from using his Thunder Escape to slip away.

"Die," Golden Crocodile Douluo roared.

Han Yu's expression remained calm. He sighed softly, prepared to meet his death with composure.

Suddenly, he sensed an unknown spatial node within the thunderstorm above his head that could be used for Thunder Escape travel.

His eyes flickered. Under normal circumstances, space was always stable, but those unknown, hidden spaces were prone to spatial turbulence; even a Titled Douluo would be instantly shredded by the power of space if they accidentally stumbled into one.

Yet, he had no choice. Feeling the soul power fluctuations drawing near and catching a glimpse of Chen Xin flying toward him on his sword in the distance, he offered a faint smile, turned his head, and dove into the golden aperture, shuttling into the heart of the thunderstorm.

The massive golden palm slammed down with a roar.

The figures of Han Yu and Ye Lingling vanished.

Qian Renxue bit her red lips, her fingernails digging into the soil as she stared blankly at the spot where Han Yu had disappeared.

Inside the unknown space.

The moment Han Yu emerged from the aperture, he immediately took Ye Lingling and escaped once more.

After flickering several times and finding no immediate danger, he steadied himself in the air and widened his eyes to survey his surroundings.

Boundless silver thunderclouds pressed down from above.

Beneath his feet lay a scorched, crystallized wasteland, covered in spiderweb-like cracks and littered with the remains of countless giant trees; there was not a single living creature to be seen.

Only a few bizarre plants survived.

These plants possessed eerie, deep-purple patterns on their skin, and vines covered in sharp thorns floated in the air, capturing the scattered electrical energy. Each time they contracted, they emitted a series of crackling sparks.

At the very center of this space, where the thunderclouds hung lowest and thickest, they converged into a churning Thunder Pool.

Bright silver lightning poured down from the clouds like a waterfall, continuously injecting into the pool.

Within it stood the thickest plant of all, its body marked with golden stripes. It swayed gently amidst the violent lightning, silently waving its vines to inhale the surrounding energy.