Pyrrhic Victory

Ora Ora Ora Ora!

Yu Xiaofeng raised his hand and unleashed the Eight Trigram Palm, raining fierce chops down on Er Lengzi. Wherever his palm wind struck, it sealed the target's Soul Power. The dull bangs instantly left everyone questioning life.

Er Lengzi was completely dumbfounded. He kept staggering backward as blood sprayed endlessly from his body. Using all his strength, he roared, "Don't let him get close! His soul skill can seal Soul Power, thou—"

Before he could finish speaking—

His body flew away like a kite with its string cut, crashing straight into the seven of them.

Er Lengzi's eyes rolled back as he fainted. Aside from the countless bloody holes covering his body, he was almost entirely covered in palm prints. Faint Soul Power circulated continuously over those prints. Clearly, all of Er Lengzi's Soul Power had been sealed within them and could no longer be used.

Looking at Er Lengzi's body, Elder Fang suddenly felt dumbfounded as well. The one chosen by the gods was far stronger than he had expected.

"Elder Fang, what should we do?"

A bald fatty said brightly as he pulled the nails from his body.

He had the fewest nails in him, but they had landed in just the right places.

Two rows of six nails were embedded conspicuously in his bald head. He would not even need burn marks if he became a monk. Three nails pierced each of his oversized earlobes. Still, he looked rather like a fashionable artsy youth. Back in Yu Xiaofeng's previous life, one glance would have marked him as a trendy guy.

The bald fatty's words woke Elder Fang from his daze. He glanced at Yu Xiaofeng and suddenly sneered. "No matter how strong your Soul Power is, it will eventually run dry. We may all be injured, but they are only superficial wounds. I advise you to surrender without resistance. I can pretend none of this ever happened."

His words already carried a hint of compromise, but the more he spoke like that, the more it suited Yu Xiaofeng's wishes. Yu Xiaofeng had never suffered such humiliation before. How could his young pride allow them to trample all over it?

Yu Xiaofeng shot Elder Fang a cold look. He knew full well that killing the seven people opposite him was nothing more than a fool's dream. But escaping was not necessarily impossible. Before reaching level ten, he could comprehend the Rebirth Eye's next soul skill. Though he would not be able to unleash much of its power, this time was different. This was a Divine Skill capable of fighting opponents above his level.

Having made up his mind, Yu Xiaofeng said to Old Wu and Old Ghost, "Old Wu, Old Ghost, join me. I have a way to help you kill a Titled Douluo."

The moment Yu Xiaofeng said this, the two of them rushed toward him without a moment's hesitation.

By the time the enemy's two Titled Douluo reacted, they were already a second too late. Yu Xiaofeng knew that he was at the end of his rope. He had consumed far too much Soul Power. If this dragged on, he would definitely be captured.

Since I can't keep dragging this out, I can only give it everything I've got. Too bad I only have one chance.

Yu Xiaofeng complained bitterly to himself.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Old Wu and Ghost Douluo landed beside him one after the other. Yu Xiaofeng said, "Create an opening for me to strike."

As the two nodded, the Titled Douluo wielding a broadsword appeared before them in the blink of an eye. A golden blade light hacked down from above. It was too fast for Yu Xiaofeng to evade.

Old Wu roared and released a dragon's howl. The flood dragon behind him soared into the air and charged at the golden blade light.

At the same time—

Ghost Douluo threw Yu Xiaofeng toward the right side of the broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo. While leaping into the air himself, he unleashed his fifth soul skill, Ghost Shadow Abyss Hand.

Countless ghostly shadows appeared out of thin air in the sky. Innumerable arms stretched out from those shadows, densely packed arms extending without end and instantly blocking Liu Tian, the other Titled Douluo who was pursuing them.

In the blink of an eye, the arms bound Liu Tian tightly. Liu Tian circulated his Soul Power in an attempt to break free, only to discover that no matter how he struggled, it was futile.

Layer upon layer of arms wound around Liu Tian, the Titled Douluo. At this critical moment between life and death, Yu Xiaofeng seized the opportunity and suddenly shouted, "Soul Devouring Strike!"

A faint green glow shone from Yu Xiaofeng's palm. The light wrapped around his right hand as it struck toward the broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo, smashing into his right arm in an instant.

The broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo shuddered. With Yu Xiaofeng's Soul Devouring Strike, more than half the Soul Power in his body vanished in an instant. However, because of the restrictions of his soul ring, Yu Xiaofeng could not devour the man's Soul Power like Toneri Ōtsutsuki. The moment the Soul Power was returned, it dissipated directly into the air. Yu Xiaofeng was so furious he wanted to curse. Damn soul ring restrictions.

At that moment, having lost half of his Soul Power, the broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo could no longer sustain his original soul skill. The loss drove him mad with rage as he roared at Yu Xiaofeng, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Burning with fury, he tried to sweep his blade across and finish Yu Xiaofeng. But at that moment, Old Wu's flood dragon strike collided with the golden blade light. Because he lacked sufficient Soul Power, the golden blade light was as fragile as paper and shattered with a single blow. The broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo's pupils shrank sharply, and terror seized him. Instinctively, he cried out, "Big brother, save me..."

However, it was already too late. A dragon's roar echoed across the battlefield as terrifying Dragon Might spread through the air. A cold glint flashed through the golden dragon eyes. The instant its huge maw opened, the broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo gave up resisting in despair.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions rang out one after another. Yu Xiaofeng was blasted away, his body crashing toward the woods on the left. Watching the flood dragon strike shatter the golden blade light and hit the broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo without obstruction, he smiled and used his last breath to say, "Hahaha... run..."

With that, he lost consciousness. Yet a satisfied smile remained on his face, bright and radiant.

Ghost Douluo gritted his teeth and said to Old Wu, "Old Wu, take him and go. I'll cover the rear."

Old Wu naturally did not hesitate. He understood that this was not the time to be sentimental. With a single step through the air, he vanished.

The broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo fell toward the forest below with lifeless eyes, blood streaming continuously from his body. Killing intent flashed through Ghost Douluo's eyes as he controlled the ghost hands and launched another strike at him.

"Damn it, you actually dared to bully Holy Son Highness? Take this—ninth soul skill, Infinite Ghost Shadow Devour!"

"Go to hell."

Ghost Douluo said it in imitation of Yu Xiaofeng's tone, feeling immensely satisfied.

A spatial black hole appeared above the broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo below. Countless demons and specters rushed out of the black hole, instantly engulfing him.

Every time a demon or specter touched him, an explosion erupted, while the shockwaves from those explosions were swallowed by the black hole. In the end, even the broadsword-wielding Titled Douluo was devoured completely.

"No... Yu Xiaofeng, I'll kill you! Just wait! You can't escape! Even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth, I'll find you!"