Boom, boom, boom!!
An unending series of explosions rang out in the dark space.
Dark feathers poured out of the void, exploding on contact.
After a full thirty seconds of bombardment, a charred figure was blasted out and slammed hard into the ground.
Xue Ye was a pitiful sight, his entire body scorched black, barely recognizable as human.
"Pfft..."
Trembling all over, Xue Ye spat out another mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs, his aura utterly feeble.
"How... is this possible?"
Xue Ye could not believe it. Though his strength had been built up through the palace's vast supply of supplements, he lacked the solid foundation of other Soul Masters at his level. His Swan Martial Soul was not strong in combat either, serving more as a symbol of the imperial family.
Even so, he had never imagined that a dignified Soul Douluo like himself would be defeated so easily by someone at level sixty.
Was this some kind of joke?
"The Tiandou Imperial Family's hereditary martial soul, the swan?"
"What a worthless martial soul."
Dark Qian Renxue sneered.
Thousand Feather Burial.
Shadow power condensed into dark feathers that poured down like a torrential storm, triggering chain detonations. As long as the enemy remained, the explosions never ceased.
The dark feathers had 30% armor penetration and could dissolve a portion of the opponent's soul power.
The longer she bombarded them, the faster their soul power drained.
Her master had jokingly called it [the most satisfying spirit ability for anyone with insufficient-firepower phobia].
After all, her soul power reserves could easily sustain an hour of continuous bombardment.
In the later stages, unleashing this spirit ability would mean an endless chain of detonations.
She could blast her enemies straight into the sky!
But this fellow really was fragile.