BOOM!
An earth-shaking explosion roared across Sunset Forest. Violent waves of energy swept in every direction, shaking the surrounding trees and sending leaves flying.
Dugu Bo's position vanished beneath a towering cloud of dust and smoke. Pale haze blocked all sight. Dense cracks split the ground, and an enormous crater yawned at the center. The devastation was staggering.
Amid the dust, Ao Yin slowly withdrew his attack. The glow faded from the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand, and the awe-inspiring million-year crimson-gold soul ring around him slipped back into his body.
He surveyed the crater with satisfaction, then spoke with a teasing smile.
"Old Poison, surely not? A mighty Titled Douluo couldn't withstand a single blow from me?"
Ao Yin marveled inwardly at the terrifying power of a Million-Year Soul Ring.
He had struck with only the cultivation of a Soul King, yet the force he had unleashed defied all reason.
He knew that an ordinary Soul Douluo who took that Sacred Dragon Berserk head-on would have been grievously wounded in an instant, left on the brink of death. There was no chance they would have come through unscathed.
With the Million-Year Soul Ring's boost, his combat strength had crossed several major cultivation thresholds. He truly had the power to stand against a top-tier Titled Douluo.
Just then, the billowing dust stirred, and a faint sigh rose from the crater.
With a low rumble, Dugu Bo stepped slowly out of the wreckage.
His earlier composure and pride were gone. His once-neat robes were rumpled, his hair was disheveled, and his breathing was slightly uneven. Taking that blow head-on had clearly been no easy matter, even for a Titled Douluo.
"You brat, you've got some nerve!"
Dugu Bo shook his head with a rueful smile, lingering alarm thick in his