Chu Hao Broke Yan's Flames with One Strike, and Yan Knelt in Defeat

"What soul skill is that?"

Yan was startled by Chu Hao's method too. He hadn't expected this kid to actually be so capable, with methods this strange. He couldn't be underestimated.

"It's not a soul skill!" Chu Hao replied coldly.

"Then what is it?" Yan pressed.

"You're not worthy of knowing!" Chu Hao said contemptuously.

"Well, aren't you something, saying I'm not worthy of knowing."

"Kid, you've completely pissed me off now."

When Yan heard his answer, he flew into a thunderous rage.

So far, this kid had already said "not worthy" no fewer than three times.

He was simply going too far!

"So what?"

"You're still trash all the same!"

Chu Hao really had a way with insults. He knew he still needed to add fuel to Yan's fire.

Only by making him completely furious could Yan unleash all his strength without holding anything back.

And only by defeating him in that state would there be any sense of conquest.

To make a tough man like this submit obediently, he had to face him head-on to the end.

"Ah..."

"I'll kill you!"

"Third soul skill: Hellfire!"

Sure enough, after Yan heard those words, his rage had reached its limit, and fire practically spurted from his eyes.

His third purple soul ring flashed violently, and the blazing flames on his body began to churn. Their color grew even redder and more vivid, while the surrounding temperature shot up past sixty degrees.

When the flames burning on Yan's body reached their peak, he swung his fist and charged fiercely toward Chu Hao, like a massive fireball.

"Heh..."

Chu Hao looked at Yan charging toward him and smiled coldly. With the fingers of his right hand pressed together, he gently turned them through the air, and streams of slaughter sword energy surged wildly from his body, hovering quietly around him.

Hiss...

Everyone present, including Yue Guan and Ghost, stared at the ten thousand sword gleams on the arena and sucked in a sharp breath.

My heavens!

This was way too incredible!

Just now, a single strand of sword energy had easily crushed Yan's first soul skill.

With this dense swarm of sword energy, how terrifying would the power be once it erupted?

It was terrifying to this extent!

Hu Liena was even more shocked, her mouth hanging open, her eyes practically blooming with hearts.

Goodness!

Her little Hao was actually this powerful.

No wonder he had been so fearless.

So he really wasn't afraid.

So handsome!

He was just too handsome.

As expected of my little Hao!

"Go!"

When Chu Hao saw that Yan was less than five meters away from him, he pointed through the air with two fingers of his right hand.

The ten thousand sword gleams hovering around him turned into beams of light and shot straight out.

Yan stared at the incoming sword gleams in terror. He hurriedly possessed himself with his martial soul, forming armor and raising his defense to the limit.

Then he controlled the flames on his body, condensing them into a thick layer of Fire Aura, trying to block them.

Yan's Flame Lord martial soul was worthy of being an ancient, powerful top-tier elemental martial soul. His control over fire was extraordinary, and he even wielded flames like those of hell, gradually melting the incoming sword gleams one after another.

This move alone was enough to leave Prince Xue Xing, that bald-feathered swan, far behind in the dust.

However, it was impossible for Yan to block Chu Hao's Ten Thousand Swords Art with this move alone.

Wave after wave of sword gleams gradually robbed the Fire Aura around him of its luster. Its defensive power rapidly declined, and Yan's soul power was being consumed at an alarming rate.

If this continued, Yan would sooner or later die from having his soul power exhausted.

Left with no choice, Yan could only erupt with his strongest power and make one final struggle.

"Fourth soul skill: Magma Surge!"

With Yan's explosive roar, his fourth purple soul ring lit up. A surge of magma shot up from beneath his feet, packed with terrifying destructive force, rushing toward the incoming sword radiance.

That horrifying heat seemed ready to melt the entire arena, even warping the air itself.

The countless sword rays that had been able to cut through everything before were completely melted by that magma.

"Heh, interesting!"

"But you're still a little too green!"

Yan's counterattack earned Chu Hao's genuine praise.

As expected of an ancient and powerful martial soul—its unleashed power was truly different.

Unfortunately, it still was not enough.

Chu Hao brought the five fingers of his right hand together and slowly raised it high.

The moment he lifted it above his head, pointing straight upward, endless killing intent soared into the sky and boundless murderous aura surged out. The two converged, using his right hand as the hilt, condensing into a dark-red Heavenly Giant Sword.

The instant the Heavenly Giant Sword fully took shape, overwhelming killing intent shook the depths of everyone present, filling them with fear, as if death itself had descended.

Chu Hao at that moment was like a god of death who could reap lives at any time.

"Holy crap!"

"Condensing qi into a sword!"

"I-I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"This kid's understanding of the sword has actually reached this level."

"That killing intent is way too terrifying."

"What exactly is his martial soul, to let him possess such frightening strength?"

"He's practically invincible!"

Yue Guan stared at the scene on the arena, so shocked his jaw nearly dropped.

Chu Hao's strength had completely exceeded his expectations.

Once this move came out, forget Yan—even a Soul King would not be able to block it and would undoubtedly die.

"Slash!"

Chu Hao shouted coldly. His right hand gently cut downward, and the murderous Heavenly Giant Sword slowly descended, leaving a faint dark-red trace in the air.

It seemed as though this stretch of heaven and earth had been scarred by his sword.

The Heavenly Giant Sword slowly cleaved down onto the still-gushing magma, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The magma pillar, scorching hot and seemingly capable of melting everything, was split directly in two.

Yan stared at the Heavenly Giant Sword that was still slowly descending, his eyes filled with terror toward death.

Only now did he realize just how insignificant his strength was.

At this moment, even if he wanted to flee, he could not.

Because the killing intent of the Heavenly Giant Sword had already locked onto him, leaving him nowhere to escape.

With no other choice, Yan could only fight with his life on the line. No matter what, he had to block it.

Even if he died, he would die openly and honorably.

"Ah..."

Yan let out one final furious roar. The soul power inside him surged out without pause, and the four soul rings on his body flashed explosively at that moment, pushing the blazing flames burning around him to their limit.

When the flames reached their peak, Yan stomped his right foot down fiercely. A dark crimson surge of magma erupted from the ground, slashing toward the falling Heavenly Giant Sword.

At this moment, Yan had broken through his shackles.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Heavenly Giant Sword struck the dark crimson magma, bursting with violent sparks.

This time, the magma pillar was not immediately cut in half, but slowly wore itself down together with the Heavenly Giant Sword.

The moment both the Heavenly Giant Sword and the magma pillar disappeared, Yan could no longer hold on. His legs went weak, his knees bent, and he knelt down.

Yan's soul power was now completely drained, and he was exhausted, without the slightest strength left to fight.

The fact that he could maintain a kneeling posture without collapsing had already used up every bit of strength in his body.

"Not bad. To be able to block this sword of mine means you've got some skill after all."

"Yan, you lost!"

Chu Hao, his face slightly pale, walked up to Yan and pressed two fingers of his right hand against his forehead.

With a single thought, he could take Yan's life.

At this moment, the entire arena was utterly silent. Everyone stared at the untouchable Chu Hao in shock and fear.

Their king had been defeated, just like that.