One Finger Cripples the Scorpion Tiger Douluo! A Parting Token, an Angel Feather!

Qian Daoliu moved.

He activated no Soul Skill.

The phantom Six-Winged Angel merged with his body, without raising the slightest ripple in space.

He took one step and appeared directly before Zhang Peng.

Su Chen felt the air around him tighten, like iron walls pressing in from every direction.

His bones gave tiny groans, and the Soul Power circulating within him came to a complete halt.

It was not an attack aimed at him, merely the pressure a Limit Douluo gave off naturally.

Zhang Peng's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The combat instincts of a level ninety-six Super Douluo drove him to react as fast as he could.

A giant venomous scorpion tail tore through the air, stabbing straight at Qian Daoliu's face.

Qian Daoliu raised his right hand.

He extended one finger and touched the tip of the scorpion tail.

Golden holy light erupted from the point of contact.

The light surged back along the tail. The deadly venom Zhang Peng took such pride in evaporated instantly beneath it, leaving not even a wisp of poisonous mist.

The ground beneath Zhang Peng vanished without a sound, leaving a perfectly smooth hemispherical crater fifty meters across.

A shrill scream rang across the battlefield.

Great cracks burst across Zhang Peng's Martial Soul Avatar. The agony sent him staggering back dozens of meters.

One finger had broken his avatar.

Su Chen stood where he was, his gaze fixed on Qian Daoliu's back.

He felt no fear. Instead, his heart hammered wildly in his chest.

So this was the world of level ninety-nine.

Absolute power.

No tactics. No formations. Just one raised finger.

Zhang Peng went utterly mad.

He knew full well that fleeing from a Limit Douluo was a joke.

He slammed a fist against his chest and activated his final trump card: