Seventh Soul Skill: Angel True Body, Instant Kill Title Douluo-level Evil Soul Master

"Arrogant! You're nothing but a level fifty-nine Soul King, and you don't even know you're already dead!

"I'll tear that mouth of yours to shreds right now!"

Nether Douluo was completely enraged by Luo Feng's lofty, contemptuous attitude.

With a furious roar, the seventh black soul ring on his body instantly blazed bright, and his entire form exploded with a boom.

He transformed into a colossal Nether will-o'-the-wisp skeleton so huge it blotted out the sky.

That was his Martial Soul True Body, Nether Descent!

Countless shrill, piercing wails of vengeful spirits exploded above the path, carrying a soul impact powerful enough to make an ordinary Soul Sage's mind collapse in an instant.

The ghastly green will-o'-the-wisp skeleton opened its abyss-like maw.

Wrapped in a mountain-toppling tide of corrosive evil power, it lunged down at Luo Feng as if to devour the whole world!

Faced with this full-power strike from a Titled Douluo, one seemingly capable of destroying heaven and earth, Luo Feng, standing at the center of the storm, merely shook his head slightly.

In those deep black eyes, there was even a trace of bored pity.

"A rat is still a rat. You didn't even update your intelligence, yet you dared come out and copy others by blocking the road to rob me."

Luo Feng gave a soft laugh.

The next second, the soul power inside him erupted with a roar like an abyssal volcano that had slept for ten thousand years, completely out of control!

That vast, ancient, sacred majesty that had been accumulating for so long

swept across all heaven and earth without reservation, accompanied by a roar like that of a god from above the nine heavens.

Pure golden holy light, dazzling to the absolute extreme, tore apart all the darkness within a thousand meters in an instant.

Three pairs of broad angel wings that blotted out the sky, as if cast from pure gold, unfurled behind Luo Feng with a thunderous crash.

That terrifying tide of soul power belonging to a peak level seventy-nine Soul Sage, even pressing straight toward a level eighty Soul Douluo, made the surrounding space give off harsh, overburdened cracking sounds.

However, what truly made Nether Douluo, who had transformed into the Nether skeleton, tremble down to his soul and nearly burst with terror

was the soul rings slowly rising beneath Luo Feng's feet, one after another, overturning ten thousand years of common sense on the entire Douluo Continent.

Yellow, yellow, purple. The first three soul rings still seemed within reason.

But immediately after that, above the original three soul rings, four blindingly bright rays of light, like thick fresh blood, descended from the void.

Carrying a terrifying pressure that could suppress eternity, they pulsed and revolved beneath Luo Feng's feet like a tidal wave!

Red, red, red, red!

Four full hundred-thousand-year divine-bestowed red rings, each radiating endless savage aura and dark-gold divine patterns!

The pressure of the ultimate sacred law dyed the entire night sky over the Royal Garden in an interwoven blaze of blood-red and gold.

"Hun... hundred-thousand-year red rings?! Four of them?

"You're not a level fifty-nine Soul King! You're a Soul Sage! Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!"

In the sky, Nether Douluo's originally violent and ferocious roar

instantly turned into a shrill, despair-filled scream, like a eunuch hanging himself.

The moment his massive Nether True Body touched the ripples of holy light released by those four hundred-thousand-year red rings, it was like lingering snow beneath a blazing sun, beginning to spew foul black smoke at a frantic speed as it irreversibly melted and collapsed.

He had thought he had come to crush a greenhouse flower from Shrek.

Never in his dreams had he imagined that he would instead ram headfirst into the hands of a living god who held the law of judgment!

A gap of over thirty levels?

No—the foundation brought by the other party's four hundred-thousand-year red rings was enough to grind him, a level ninety-two Titled Douluo, into dust!

"Let me show you what a true Martial Soul True Body is.

"To be able to die beneath this move can be considered a blessing your filthy soul cultivated over several lifetimes."

Luo Feng's expression was cold, like a supreme monarch overlooking the ants of the mortal world.

The hundred-thousand-year crimson soul ring beneath his feet, representing his seventh soul skill, erupted in an instant with blood-colored divine radiance that could blind the eyes.

[Seventh Soul Skill, First Form · True Body Law: Six-Winged Archangel Descent!]

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by a sacred hum that pierced the soul, Luo Feng's physical body completed its "divine lightification" in an instant.

His body became translucent, as if forged from the purest liquid gold.

The previously illusory Six-Winged Archangel phantom completely overlapped with him.

At that moment, he was a god! An absolute ruler immune to all mundane powers in the world!

The temperature around them did not blaze and scorch like Ma Xiaotao's evil fire. Instead, it was an ultimate warmth and purity that could pierce the soul.

But to an evil soul master, that purity was the ultimate poison, more terrifying than the eighteen levels of hell.

In his Archangel True Body state, the power of all Luo Feng's sacred attributes soared by five hundred percent!

Even though he made no move at all now, merely the natural radiance emitted by his true body

was already enough to make Nether Douluo feel pain like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"No! Spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!

I'm an elder of the Holy Spirit Cult! If you kill me, the cult master will never let you go!"

Feeling the life force in his body drain away wildly and his evil soul power being forcibly stripped out, Nether Douluo completely broke down.

His massive netherworld skeleton trembled in midair, unable to muster even the courage to flee.

All he could do was let out shrill, dignity-less pleas for mercy. He even tried to use a blood-dismantling escape art to exchange for a slim chance at life.

"Noisy."

Luo Feng's gaze was icy, and he wasted not a single word.

He only slowly raised his right hand, which had turned pure gold.

Then, at the ugly black-green skeleton in midair, he casually pointed from afar.

There was no flashy explosion of energy, nor any deafening roar.

A golden beam of light, only as thick as a thumb, yet condensed with the purest law of purification between heaven and earth, shot from Luo Feng's fingertip.

The beam cut across the night sky, even silently slicing open a pitch-black rift in space with its extreme sacred power.

"Hiss!"

That beam moved at a speed that seemed to disregard the laws of distance and time, instantly piercing through Nether Douluo's true-body skeleton.

With flawless precision, it sank into the center of his brow.

Nether Douluo's shrill scream came to an abrupt halt.

He widened his ghost-fire eyes in terror, glowing an eerie green.

Helplessly, he watched as his body began to disintegrate from the point of impact, breaking apart into golden dust that filled the sky.

This was true "instant kill" and "erasure."

The judgment law of the Heavenly Kingdom Holy Sword, combined with the five-hundred-percent amplification of the Archangel True Body, directly severed Nether Douluo's martial soul origin and the rules of his life.

His flesh, his soul bones, and the level ninety-two evil soul power he was so proud of—

even his soul, branded with the Holy Spirit Cult's mark of vengeance—

were all, under this incomparably domineering finger strike, completely vaporized into nothingness!

In just one short second, the level ninety-two Titled Douluo who had once been so overwhelmingly arrogant

was wiped away like an eraser across drawing paper, scattered into ash and smoke.

Not even the slightest scrap of residue or aura remained.

And the vast energy he had cultivated throughout his life, after the Archangel law forcibly purified away all its filth and sin, turned into a wisp of the purest origin power and flowed back against the night wind into Luo Feng's light-formed body.

It became the perfect nourishment for the evolution of his Angel Martial Soul.