Behemoth Claw, Long Xiaoyao Descends!

A faint smile tugged at Lin Yuan's lips.

As expected, how could a favored one of the plane, combined with an Exploding Bone Bear, fail to produce a Soul Bone?

What truly surprised him, however, was that what lay before him was not a Darkgolden Terrorclaw, but a Behemoth Claw.

This Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear had undergone a half-ancestral reversion. Aside from its size, its claws had reverted most completely.

Even before he approached, the prehistoric divine beast bloodline carried sharp glints of light.

The small patch of ground beside it was directly pressed down.

Its very form seemed to be gradually cracking apart under the terrifying sharpness, tearing through the earth.

This... was merely from it being placed here.

He did not dare imagine what it would be like after truly fusing with it.

Thus, without much hesitation, Lin Yuan stepped forward.

He unleashed his fifth soul skill.

Gengxin Yin-Yang Metal Escape!

With the support of Geng Metal's power, the sharpness of the Behemoth Claw no longer harmed him.

This Behemoth Claw was, astonishingly, an external Soul Bone for his right hand.

Naturally, Lin Yuan chose to fuse with it himself.

The instant it entered his body, that terrifying prehistoric aura surged toward him. The fearsome energy seemed intent on crippling his right hand by force.

Moreover, unlike a soul ring, this external Soul Bone contained pure Behemoth power. It was no longer merely the result of the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear's half-ancestral reversion.

Fortunately, the pressure of his Heavenly Stem Qilin held it down firmly while he mobilized both Geng Metal and Xin Metal's powers to continuously suppress it.

He refined that tyrannical power bit by bit, enduring five long hours of torment.

The Behemoth Claw finally fused with him.

With a thought, he lightly flexed his fingers.

"Screech, screech, screech!"

As the air was sliced apart, even space trembled faintly.

"Behemoth Claw!"

In an instant, five bronze-colored claw shadows flashed.

The next moment, everything within a radius of one hundred and fifty meters—trees and rocks alike—was reduced to dust.

Nothing remained, while five deep ravines were left behind.

They were at least five or six meters deep.

After roughly calculating the consumption of this domineering soul skill, Lin Yuan estimated that, with his current soul power, he could probably use it five or six times while in his soul skill state.

And the greatest difference between the Behemoth Claw and the Darkgolden Terrorclaw was the Behemoth Claw's piercing effect.

It was very simple: it ignored all defenses.

Even mental defenses and interference effects were no exception.

Once activated, it would definitely hit!

Feeling this powerful effect, Lin Yuan nodded in satisfaction. As the world around them gradually distorted, an aged voice slowly rang out with a sigh.

"What a powerful soul skill. A Behemoth? I never expected such an extinct prehistoric ferocious beast to appear again. No, that is not right. It should have evolved halfway, the result of an innate half-ancestral reversion. You brat truly have deep fortune."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's entire body trembled instinctively.

When he looked toward the distorted sky, the spatial rift shattered, and a black figure stepped out.

A figure hovered quietly in midair. He was tall and straight, his silver hair meticulously combed, his complexion rosy like that of an infant. Two long brows hung beside his cheeks, and his hands rested behind his back. Not a trace of soul power radiated from his body.

Yet within those eyes lay the vicissitudes of a century, along with a faint sense of admiration for Lin Yuan's soul skill.

The instant Lin Yuan saw him, his body shook instinctively. When he looked at Gu Yuena, her expression was equally grave.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Lin Yuan practically no longer needed to guess who had come.

Even setting aside those distinctive features, someone whom even Gu Yuena had failed to immediately notice could only be a Limit Douluo.

And there was only one person with that appearance.

Long Xiaoyao.

One of the Black-and-White Twin Saint Dragons, once a peerless genius and one half of the most famous pair of brothers. Yet in the end, Ye Xishui had him wrapped around her finger like a dog in matters of love.

After the cuckolding she had arranged herself, Long Xiaoyao had been consumed by guilt.

Even knowing that Ye Xishui's choice was wrong, he had still been willing to fall into the abyss alongside her.

Still, compared to the final outcome, Mu En had it slightly worse. He had been deceived twice: once at the wedding, and once when Ye Xishui was allowed to escape.

As for Long Xiaoyao, although he had been deceived all along, Ye Xishui had at least left him a descendant in the end...

Lin Yuan could guess Long Xiaoyao's purpose in coming for him with his toes. It was nothing more than his Hades Sword martial soul drawing the Holy Spirit Cult's attention.

He had originally thought that, at most, they would send Zhongli Wu.

But upon further thought, when the All-Continent Elite Soul Master Tournament had ended, Xuan Lao had intercepted him halfway, while Jing Hongchen had insisted on holding on and waiting.

By then, Jing Hongchen must have already contacted the Holy Spirit Cult.

He had likely even paid some price, hoping the Holy Spirit Cult would help him out of that predicament.

After that battle, they should have learned that there was no weak expert standing behind him.

Otherwise, Long Xiaoyao would not have come to meet him personally.

After sighing, Long Xiaoyao glanced at Gu Yuena with a somewhat solemn gaze, confusion visible in his eyes.

"Your spiritual attainment is very strong."

Long Xiaoyao's face was utterly serious as he looked at Gu Yuena, because he found that his spiritual power could not probe her cultivation at all. That could only mean one thing: was she an expert of the same level as him, or perhaps a spiritual-type Super Douluo?

As he pondered this, Long Xiaoyao's gaze fell upon Lin Yuan, and he spoke softly.

"Do not misunderstand. This old man was merely entrusted by someone to bring you to meet that person. Nothing more."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan gave a self-mocking smile. Gu Yuena, however, took a step forward and sneered, voicing Lin Yuan's thoughts.

"What? After we go with you, will we still get to decide what happens then?"

Long Xiaoyao fell silent upon hearing that, because he indeed admitted that point.

Once they reached the Holy Spirit Cult, what would happen was not something he could guarantee or decide.

Thus, Long Xiaoyao let out a somewhat helpless sigh. Looking at Gu Yuena, he said in a deep voice.

"In that case, make your move, Your Excellency."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuena's figure vanished briefly.

When she reappeared, she was already standing opposite Long Xiaoyao, and the Silver Dragon King's true form was unleashed in an instant.

Long Xiaoyao instinctively drew in a sharp breath at the sight.

It was not only because of Gu Yuena's strength, but also because her martial soul actually exerted bloodline suppression over even his Dark Saint Dragon martial soul.

Then the level of her martial soul was definitely no ordinary one.

Thus, even though Gu Yuena only displayed a cultivation of Rank 98, he did not dare underestimate her in the slightest.

With a grasp of empty space, a hundred-meter black hole instantly formed out of nowhere.

It seemed as though it wished to swallow Gu Yuena whole.

Yet in the face of this spatial attack, Gu Yuena merely waved a hand and dissolved it.

"Heh, it seems these old bones of mine can finally get some exercise."

Seeing that her terrifying spatial attainments were not inferior to his own, Long Xiaoyao moved the next instant.

As clouds dark enough to blot out the sky descended, the might of a Limit Douluo erupted instantly.

It vaguely seemed as though the two sides had formed a balanced standoff?

"Though I may not be able to use it many times... it will be enough."