Ambush, Ghost Douluo's Shock

Even if he could not use the eighty-thousand-year fire-attribute left leg bone himself, handing it over would still be a tremendous merit.

When the time came, he would surely earn the Great Worshipper's reward and favor, allowing his cultivation and status to rise further and enabling him to leave the miserable Pope Hall together with Old Chrysanthemum.

He had long since found that bitch Bibi Dong, who ordered people around all day, unbearable!

As he fantasized about the wonderful future after seizing the Soul Bone, Ghost Douluo had already been blinded by greed.

His formidable ninety-fifth-level Soul Power gave Ghost Douluo ample confidence as well.

So what if the terrain favored them? As long as he caught Huo Wu off guard and took her hostage first, would he still have to worry about failing to seize the Soul Bone?

He did not care in the slightest whether ambushes and kidnappings were despicable. Ghost Douluo had done plenty of such work over the years while handling Spirit Hall's dirty business.

Doing it again now came as naturally as breathing.

The cavern containing the lava lake was filled with fire elements, making any energy other than fire attribute stand out like a beacon.

Thus, Ghost Douluo abandoned the idea of continuing to hide himself and mobilized all his Soul Power to build up momentum.

His body was as illusory as a ghost, his speed as wild as lightning, yet this extreme velocity produced not even the slightest sound from the air.

When the vigilant Huo Lin realized an enemy was attacking, he immediately flashed forward and blocked Ghost Douluo's path.

But how could Huo Lin, a mere Soul Douluo, obstruct Ghost Douluo, an agility-attack Titled Douluo?

Just as Huo Lin braced himself for the impact, Ghost Douluo flickered at extremely close range