Remembering Bibi Dong's mission, Chrysanthemum Douluo's gaze turned cold as well.
"Boy, say goodbye to this world."
Fifth Soul Skill! Cold Petals Gathering!
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's hand instantly transformed into a sharp flower blade, its cold gleam slicing directly toward Lin Ya's neck!
"Lin Ya!"
The others watched this scene anxiously. They wanted to go over and help, but under Chrysanthemum Douluo's Breath Barrier, they could not move in the slightest.
The corners of Chrysanthemum Douluo's lips curled upward slightly. A dead genius was no longer a genius.
"Golden light fills my body, shielding my form!"
Buzz!
A golden radiance suddenly covered Lin Ya's body. Beneath the brilliant golden glow, all of Yue Guan's flower blades were blocked, producing a chorus of clanging sounds!
"What?!" Yue Guan widened his eyes at the sight before him.
He could not understand how a mere Soul King could block his Fifth Soul Skill!
"Wait! No, that aura... you are not a Soul King at all!"
Lin Ya's Fenghou Strange Gates had long since reached the Transform Myself into King realm. As long as he was unwilling, no one could see through his cultivation level from his aura.
That was why everyone had previously assumed that, with five soul rings on display, he was a Soul King.
But now, facing Chrysanthemum Douluo, Lin Ya finally revealed his true strength!
Red! Red! Black! Red! Red! Red! Red!
Seven soul rings emerged beneath Lin Ya's feet, and the terrifying pressure made even Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart pound.
"You are actually... a Soul Saint! And those soul rings... you actually have six Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed at Lin Ya, his hands and feet going numb.
Soon afterward, Chrysanthemum Douluo recalled the intelligence he had received earlier.
"No! Wasn't your second Martial