Yet just as Dugu Bo's poison power reached its peak and he was about to strike, Ao Yin moved!
He showed not a trace of fear and yielded not an inch. Instead, he attacked first!
Ao Yin slammed his right foot into the hard floor of the hall!
Crack—!!
A piercing fracture rang out. Dense cracks burst across the heavy stone floor, spreading in every direction like a spiderweb.
Riding the tremendous force of the rebound, Ao Yin shot forward at blinding speed, like a cannonball tearing through the air. With unstoppable force, he charged straight into the pressure of a Titled Douluo!
"Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, First Soul Skill—Sacred Dragon Berserk!"
His deep, commanding shout rang through the hall!
A black glow like dragon scales enveloped Ao Yin. Fierce dragon might erupted from him, and his young body unleashed power far beyond anything ordinary people could imagine.
He knew full well that the man before him was a Titled Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the Douluo ranks. He knew the gulf between their levels was as vast as heaven and earth!
Yet Ao Yin struck without hesitation, pressing the attack against all odds to seize the initiative. Was he actually going to bring down the Poison Douluo?!
At the side of the hall, Meng Shenji had been watching in silence. At the sight of this heart-stopping scene, his eyes flashed.
His usually composed face filled with admiration.
An ordinary young Soul Ancestor would already have gone weak at the knees before a Titled Douluo's pressure, kneeling in submission without even the courage to look up.
But Ao Yin's courage, bearing, and strength of character surpassed not only his peers, but countless Soul Masters!
Admiration aside, everyone still thought Ao Yin's actions were madness.
A Four-Ring Soul Ancestor,