Coiling Dragon Staff's First Soul Skill, Red Tide!

"Crushed... crushed?"

Tang San stared at the yellow shards of light filling the sky, his whole body trembling. He reached out to grab them, but caught nothing!

"Ha ha ha ha, how could this happen?"

At that moment, Tang San seemed to suffer a crushing blow. He threw his head back in mad laughter, looking somewhat out of his mind.

Though Yu Xiaogang had no idea exactly what had happened, the moment he saw Ao Yin here, he immediately guessed most of it.

Buzz-hiss—

Meanwhile, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede pursued them relentlessly. Yu Xiaogang immediately hoisted the delirious Tang San over his shoulder and took off running.

"Little San, pull yourself together. I'll get you out of here first!"

Then, he glanced at the enraged Six-Winged Frost Centipede charging after them before looking at Ao Yin with a cold sneer. "Little Ao, if you're not satisfied with the Datura Snake soul ring, then how about this Six-Winged Frost Centipede?"

"Enjoy it!"

With that, Yu Xiaogang gave a cold snort. "Fart like smoke, hypnotic slumber Luo Sanpao!"

Pfft, pfft, pfft—

Yu Xiaogang directly unleashed his second soul skill—Illusory Sleep Cannon—at Ao Yin, engulfing him in a cloud of shit-yellow fart smoke.

Then, carrying Tang San, he fled madly toward the outskirts of the Soul Hunting Forest without looking back.

"Despicable!"

Ao Yin covered his mouth and nose. Yu Xiaogang wanted him to stay behind and hold off the Six-Winged Frost Centipede, buying them time to escape.

The instant Ao Yin was disoriented by the fart smoke, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede indeed fixed its gaze on him and suddenly spat out a blast of frosty breath!

Hiss—whoosh!

The temperature in the air plummeted. Everything within a hundred zhang was visibly frozen over by frost!

Ao Yin's legs were frozen as well, and the bitter frost gradually spread across his entire body, even making his Soul Power incredibly sluggish!

Ao Yin frowned slightly and smiled. "The power of frost?"

"Perfect! Then I'll use you to test the might of my first soul ring!"

Piercing frost howled as it swept through the entire forest!

A vast white mist of extreme cold instantly sealed off every direction, while frigid currents seeped through every opening and fiercely coiled around Ao Yin's body.

Crack! Crack!

Fine frost rapidly spread up from the hem of Ao Yin's robes, covering his limbs and torso in the blink of an eye.

In but an instant, more than half of Ao Yin's body was encased in thick, solid ice, turning him into a lifelike ice sculpture.

The cold invaded his body, numbing his flesh and skin. Frost formed even along his meridians, and his Soul Power became sluggish!

"Interesting!"

Yet Ao Yin remained calm, without the slightest trace of panic in his eyes.

He steadied his mind, allowing the ice to wind around his body as the aura around him remained as immovable as a mountain.

The next second, Ao Yin abruptly turned his left hand, gathering strength in his palm. A cold snort rang through the forest!

"Staff, come!"

Buzz—!

A deep, heavy tremor suddenly exploded between heaven and earth!

The void shook violently as a stream of golden light pierced through layer upon layer of frigid mist, carrying an overbearing aura as it crashed down!

It was a pitch-black Coiling Dragon Staff carved with patterns of nine entwined dragons! The patterns along its body gleamed, faintly flowing with an ancient luster.

Thud!

The incomparably heavy Coiling Dragon Staff landed firmly in Ao Yin's palm.

The moment the massive staff struck the ground, a powerful shockwave erupted from him. All the thin ice around him shattered and scattered, while most of the cold forest wind was forcibly blown away!

The incomparably domineering pressure of a weapon martial soul surged wildly from Ao Yin's body, sweeping across the entire mountain forest!

Ao Yin's eyes narrowed sharply as he shouted again!

"Dark Sacred Dragon, possess me!"

The humming rose again!

A dark and profound dragon shadow soared from Ao Yin's body, layer upon layer of vast, majestic Dark Sacred Dragon aura stacking upon each other.

A top-tier god-grade martial soul paired with an ultimate offensive weapon martial soul!

With both martial souls empowering him at once, the twin terrifying pressures completely enveloped the area!

Not far away, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede had been flapping its icy wings and gathering strength for a killing pounce. Yet the moment those two auras bore down on it, its enormous body suddenly stiffened!

An absolute suppression from deep within its bloodline instantly locked down every one of its movements!

Hiss—!

The Six-Winged Frost Centipede let out a shrill, terrified hiss, its six cicada-wing-thin ice wings trembling wildly.

As a high-ranking six-hundred-year soul beast with an ice-element bloodline, it had always run rampant through the core region of this forest. When had it ever experienced such bloodline suppression?

It was the innate disdain of a superior dragon race toward a lesser soul beast, an absolute domination carved into its very blood and bones!

Ao Yin slowly raised his gaze, his five fingers tightening around the Coiling Dragon Staff in his palm. He stood tall and imposing.

A seemingly frail pale-white soul ring slowly rose and revolved beneath his feet.

The Six-Winged Frost Centipede's scarlet vertical pupils contracted slightly, filled with shock and confusion.

The color of a soul master's soul ring represented its most direct age and foundation.

Pale white clearly signified a newborn soul ring of less than ten years, even inferior to an ordinary ten-year soul ring!

Yet strangely, the Soul Power churning within this unremarkable pale-white soul ring was rich and vast, far surpassing that of an ordinary hundred-year soul ring.

What frightened it even more was the boundless, ancient dragon might lingering deep within the soul ring—noble, domineering, and lofty!

Six hundred years of cultivation had granted the Six-Winged Frost Centipede considerable intelligence.

It instantly sensed that something was wrong. Its massive body instinctively recoiled, its cold insectoid form trembling uncontrollably.

No!

This was definitely not an ordinary low-age soul ring!

Beneath that seemingly plain pale-white shell lay dense Soul Power far beyond a hundred years and approaching five hundred years, along with the pure aura of an ancient draconic bloodline!

Was that a soul ring from a subdragon soul beast!?

How could a mere weak human possibly absorb such a terrifying special soul ring?

A subdragon soul ring would have been one thing, but what was with that Sacred Dragon martial soul aura?

Filled with wariness, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede's ferocity completely faded from its eyes, replaced by deep fear and timidity.

It was clearly only a pale-white soul ring of less than ten years, yet the intimidation it unleashed utterly crushed its six-hundred-year ice-element bloodline!

Ao Yin took in the entire scene, instantly understanding.

The Fire Glass Vine Serpent was originally a top-tier subdragon ferocious beast, born to feed on all kinds of soul beasts. The Six-Winged Frost Centipede was naturally one of the Fire Glass Vine Serpent's prey.

Natural enemy suppression, bloodline restraint!

Even though the Fire Glass Vine Serpent was only five hundred years old, it could still make the six-hundred-year Six-Winged Frost Centipede fear it from the bottom of its heart. Combined with the Dark Sacred Dragon possession, it instantly formed bloodline suppression!

Having figured this out, Ao Yin's lips curled into a faint smile.

"You were baring your fangs and claws just now, so fierce and imposing. Why are you trembling instead now?"

Ao Yin's voice was cool and mocking. Every word fell into the Six-Winged Frost Centipede's ears, making its trembling grow even more intense.

The instant his words fell, Ao Yin stopped wasting time. The Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand suddenly expanded!

Buzz!

Spiritual light flowed across the dragon-carved staff as it instantly grew several times larger, its heavy pressure blanketing the heavens and earth!

The unremarkable pale-white first soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up with dazzling radiance!

The power of the soul ring was fully activated. "First soul skill, Red Tide!"

Whoosh!

Brilliant fire-dragon flames instantly swept across the entire Coiling Dragon Staff. Southern Bright Lihuo wrapped around the massive staff, its scorching flames crackling as they drove away all surrounding chill.

This was no ordinary flame, but the innate Southern Bright Lihuo of the Fire Glass Vine Serpent—utterly domineering, scorching, pure, and immensely destructive!

Boom!

Blazing heat waves erupted from Ao Yin, spreading madly in every direction.