Chen Xin: What Kind of Monster Is This?!

In the distance, Yue Guan and Gu Rong stopped fighting at the same time and turned to look over.

Yue Guan's face was filled with shock and worry.

Gu Rong's expression shifted from confidence to suspicion.

He had sensed it.

The seemingly insignificant short-haired white dog had emitted an unexpectedly powerful aura the instant it transformed.

No, no, no. He had to be overthinking it.

No matter how strong it was, it could not compare to Chen Xin's ninth soul skill.

Yang Jian was as good as dead.

The light gradually faded.

The dust slowly settled.

Chen Xin hovered in the air, gasping heavily.

His ninth soul skill consumed an enormous amount of power, and even he found it somewhat taxing.

Yet a confident smile remained on his face.

There were no survivors beneath Twin Slashes of Gods and Demons.

However.

His smile lasted only a second before freezing completely.

He saw a massive figure charge out of the dust.

The Howling Celestial Dog!

Several shallow sword marks covered its body, and a few strands of its silver-white fur had been shaved away, but it was otherwise completely unharmed.

It had taken Twin Slashes of Gods and Demons head-on and suffered almost no injury.

Chen Xin's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

Impossible!

Even a level ninety-five Titled Douluo would not dare take his Twin Slashes of Gods and Demons head-on. How could this detached beast martial soul, without even a single soul ring, possibly...

He had no time to think.

The Howling Celestial Dog had already rushed before him!

It was so fast that even he could not react in time.

Chen Xin hurriedly raised the Seven Kill Sword to block, but it was already too late.

The Howling Celestial Dog opened its jaws and bit down on his left arm.

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

"Ah—!"

Chen Xin cried out in pain as blood sprayed from his severed arm.

His left arm, from the elbow down, had been torn off cleanly by the Howling Celestial Dog.

Chen Xin retreated dozens of meters, clutching his stump with his left hand as blood continuously seeped through his fingers.

His face was pale as paper, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and all the confidence and composure in his eyes had vanished, leaving only deep shock and disbelief.

He stared at the Howling Celestial Dog, which looked like a divine beast, his mind blank.

It had taken his ninth soul skill head-on without a scratch.

And it still had enough strength left to tear off one of his arms.

What kind of monster was this?

How could there be such a powerful detached beast martial soul?

"Howling Celestial Dog, bring Gu Rong over too."

Yang Jian's tone was calm.

"Woof!"

The Howling Celestial Dog answered, and its body vanished from the spot in an instant.

In the distance, Gu Rong was panting heavily, staring fixedly at Yue Guan with a cruel smile still on his face.

He had no idea what had happened on Yang Jian's side.

Chen Xin's ninth soul skill had caused too much of a commotion. The dust filled the sky, making it impossible to see the battle clearly.

But he was certain that Yang Jian was dead.

Unless it was Qian Daoliu of Spirit Hall, no one could survive Chen Xin's Twin Slashes of Gods and Demons.

No one.

"Chrysanthemum Guan, that little genius of yours has already..." Gu Rong turned toward Yue Guan, the smile at the corner of his mouth about to bloom, only for it to suddenly freeze.

A white figure had suddenly appeared before him.

Fast!

So fast that his eyes could not keep up at all!

Gu Rong's pupils abruptly contracted, and he instinctively tried to use a defensive soul skill.

But before he could even mobilize his soul power.

A massive claw had already come crashing down.

"Boom—!"

The ground shook violently, and dust soared into the sky.

Yue Guan stood frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him.

Gu Rong, a level ninety-five Titled Douluo with the Bone Dragon martial soul, renowned for his formidable defenses, had been slapped straight into the ground just like that?

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A massive pit several meters deep had been smashed into the ground. Gu Rong lay at its bottom, coughing up blood in great mouthfuls.

More than half of his bone armor had shattered, a section of his chest had caved in, and who knew how many ribs had broken.

He tried to stand, only to find that every bone in his body felt as though it had fallen apart. He could not muster any strength at all.

The Howling Celestial Dog leaped into the pit, bit down on Gu Rong's clothes, and picked him up like a chick.

The next second, it appeared beside Yang Jian again and threw Gu Rong before Chen Xin.

"Bang."

Gu Rong hit the ground and coughed up another mouthful of blood. His face was pale as paper, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.

He had not even figured out what had happened.

Chen Xin's face turned pale as well.

He looked at Gu Rong, lying on the ground and barely clinging to life, then at the Howling Celestial Dog crouching beside Yang Jian. His mind went blank.

This dog...

It had seriously injured Gu Rong with a single slap?

No one knew Gu Rong's defensive power better than he did.

With the bone armor of the Bone Dragon martial soul reinforced by level ninety-five soul power, even his Seven Kill Sword could not have reduced Gu Rong to this state with one strike.

Yet this dog had done it.

With one slap.

Chen Xin raised his head, and a trace of fear appeared in his gaze toward Yang Jian once more.

Twelve years old, a Soul King, all four of his first soul rings being ten-thousand-year rings, twin martial souls—those things alone were already shocking enough.

But his second martial soul was actually even more terrifying than his first.

What kind of monster was this?

"Cough..."

Chen Xin struggled to climb to his feet. Blood was still seeping from his severed arm, and the indentation in his chest made every breath feel like torture.

He looked at the Howling Celestial Dog, his lips trembling, but he could not utter a single word.

Yang Jian looked down at the two thoroughly battered Titled Douluo.

A cold curve lifted at the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, even he had not expected the Howling Celestial Dog to be this powerful.

Over the past six years, the Howling Celestial Dog had only come out morning and evening to absorb the essence of the sun and moon. It had never once fought.

He knew the Howling Celestial Dog had grown stronger, but he had not expected it to become this strong.

One slap had crippled a level ninety-five Titled Douluo.

It had taken Chen Xin's ninth soul skill head-on without a scratch.

Such strength really was...

Yang Jian raised a hand and wiped away the blood around his eyes. Holding the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber, he stood firmly in place.

"You saw it just now." His voice was extremely calm. "You can't outrun the Howling Celestial Dog's speed, so don't even think about escaping."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a look, their expressions ugly to the extreme.

Of course they had seen it.

The Howling Celestial Dog was so fast that they could not even react. Escaping was simply impossible.

Gu Rong gritted his teeth, a flash of unwillingness appearing in his eyes.

His martial soul was the Bone Dragon.

The Bone Dragon possessed spatial attributes.

Though he was seriously injured now, if he gave it everything he had, he might not be unable to escape.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Space Gate!"

Gu Rong suddenly raised his right arm, and all his remaining soul power surged wildly.

A pitch-black spatial rift tore open behind him.

It gradually expanded into a gate large enough for two people to pass through.

Chen Xin's pupils contracted, and he instantly understood Gu Rong's intentions.

He struggled to his feet and charged toward the Space Gate.

Yue Guan's expression changed. "Not good!"

Yang Jian remained motionless.

He did not even look at the Space Gate. He merely gave the Howling Celestial Dog a glance.

"Roar—!"

The Howling Celestial Dog threw back its head and howled, its voice shaking the heavens and earth.

The Space Gate suddenly trembled violently, and the black light on its surface began flickering unstably.

Gu Rong's face instantly turned deathly pale. He could clearly feel the connection between himself and the Space Gate being severed by an overwhelmingly tyrannical force.