The Eighth Soul Skill: Ghosts and Specters, Body Sect Reinforcements Arrive!

Gui Mei's sneak attack came without warning.

He emerged from the shadow behind Ye Chen, as silent as ink seeping through water.

Gui Mei's body was translucent. One moment, he was merely a vague shadow on the ground; the next, a hand had already reached out from the darkness.

His five fingers came together like a blade as he stabbed toward Ye Chen's heart from behind. There was no sound of wind, no fluctuation of Soul Power, and no killing intent.

"Sshk!"

The instant Gui Mei's hand pierced Ye Chen's back, he sensed that something was wrong.

There was no resistance from flesh and blood, nor any collision with bone. It was as though he had stabbed into a mass of air.

Ye Chen and Ye Lingling appeared three meters away, their silver-white pupils gleaming with cold light.

"You can see me?"

Gui Mei was greatly startled.

He was a mighty level 95 Super Douluo, yet his sneak attack on a twelve-year-old child had actually failed.

In past battles, even Titled Douluo had fallen victim to his tricks. Let alone a Soul... King?

"Two purple, three black, level 59 Soul King?"

Gui Mei sucked in a sharp breath.

No wonder Her Majesty the Pope had personally issued orders to send the two of them to capture a child.

So Ye Chen was monstrous to this extent. Once he grew up, he would likely become a great enemy of Spirit Hall.

"What a sheltered fool."

Ye Chen held Ye Lingling's hand with one hand and used a milk bottle to restore his Soul Power with the other.

He only needed to keep Gui Mei occupied for a little while. The people from the Body Sect and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should arrive soon.

After all, the effect of Feng Poyun's ninth soul skill was exceptionally obvious.

That "meteor" falling from the heavens alone was like an enormous signal flare, alerting everyone in Heaven Dou City.

"Good boy. A level 59 Soul King at twelve years old, with three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings."

Guang Ling Douluo watched with great interest.

Although such a soul ring configuration looked absurdly advanced, there was nothing strange about it once it was connected to an inheritor of a god.

After all, Qian Daoliu possessed eight black rings and one red ring, an even more outrageous soul ring configuration than Ye Chen's.

"Gui Mei probably only has time for two more attacks. A Super Douluo from Heaven Dou City is on the way."

Guang Ling Douluo had no intention of intervening.

The order he had received was that he could lend Ye Chen a hand at a crucial moment. There was no need to concern himself with the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo.

Those two were Bibi Dong's lackeys. If they died, they died; it would only weaken Bibi Dong's power.

Once Xue'er and Ye Chen joined forces, the Titled Douluo of the Body Sect would also count as their own people in the Worship Hall.

"Ghost Shadow Abyss Hand!"

Gui Mei's fifth soul ring lit up beneath his feet.

The shadow beneath Ye Chen's feet suddenly spread into a pitch-black circle.

Six translucent black ghost claws simultaneously reached out from the shadows, grabbing at Ye Chen's ankles, calves, waist, abdomen, and throat.

Their claw tips were sharp as hooks, like iron chains reaching up from the earth. Carrying an icy chill, they sealed off all of Ye Chen's escape routes.

"As long as my Soul Power hasn't run out, you can't take me down. Everything you're doing is futile."

Ye Chen and Ye Lingling vanished from where they stood.

All the ghost claws grasped at empty air, their tips colliding with a piercing metallic screech.

Though Gui Mei's martial soul was special and allowed him to hide within shadows, he was still naturally countered when facing Ye Chen's spatial abilities.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Ghosts and Specters!"

Gui Mei's eighth soul ring lit up.

His black robes billowed without wind as hundreds of translucent ghostly figures poured from his body, shrieking as they lunged at Ye Chen like a black tide sweeping over the ground.

Every ghostly figure stretched out pale arms toward Ye Chen's body, their icy aura filling a hundred-meter radius.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Ye Chen slipped into the void once more.

Although entering the void consumed an enormous amount of energy, every possible landing point along Ye Chen's Void Leap had already been covered by the ghostly figures.

If Ye Chen showed himself, he would certainly be caught by them. It was better to hold out in the void a little longer.

Judging from Gui Mei's anxious expression, Old Zhao and the others had clearly already rushed toward Sunset Forest.

"Damn spatial abilities!"

"Brat, I want to see who runs out first."

Gui Mei stared at the spot where Ye Chen had disappeared.

With his level 59 Soul Power, hiding in the void while carrying another person would consume an utterly terrifying amount of energy.

If Ye Chen had been alone, Gui Mei naturally would not have tried to outlast him. Who would use an eighth soul skill to compete in endurance against someone else's first soul skill?

"Ghost Douluo, you can't keep this up."

Ye Chen gave a soft laugh.

Before his words had even faded, Iron-Faced Douluo had already arrived.

As he fell from the sky, iron-gray patterns of light along his back lit up from his tailbone to his cervical spine, like a red-hot ingot crashing down.

Iron-Faced Douluo did not land on Gui Mei. Instead, he smashed down into the sea of ghostly figures.

Old Zhao's feet slammed firmly into the ground, and a shockwave exploded outward in a ring, shattering every ghostly figure within a hundred-foot radius into fragments that scattered like candle flames extinguished by the wind.

"You dare touch the Young Sect Master of our Body Sect? I think your Spirit Hall has grown tired of living."

Iron-Faced Douluo straightened up, and the iron-gray patterns on his back gradually dimmed.

Cracks split through the surrounding ground, spreading outward from beneath his feet. A dark iron-colored gleam shone from every fissure.

"A level 95 Super Douluo?"

"A small Body Sect actually has an expert like you?"

Gui Mei was somewhat shocked.

He had thought that having a level 92 Titled Douluo following Ye Chen was already extraordinary.

He had never expected another Super Douluo to arrive so quickly. It seemed they had to end this battle fast.

Otherwise, once Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect arrived, taking Ye Chen away would become even harder.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Chen appeared with Ye Lingling.

The surrounding ghostly figures had already been cleared away, so he no longer had to worry about being caught.

Gui Mei, meanwhile, also withdrew his eighth soul skill. The battle had changed, and he now had to defeat the Super Douluo before him.

"Old Zhao, dead or alive."

A cold gleam flashed through Ye Chen's eyes.

Since Yue Guan and Gui Mei had come to forcibly abduct him, they had to be prepared to die.

Back then, Tang Hao had only barely escaped from Du Busi after detonating his soul rings for the first time. Otherwise, there would have been no second occasion for Ye Chen to lure Tang Hao into revealing himself.

A threatening Titled Douluo like this was better off as a corpse.

"Young Sect Master, rest assured!"

"We may not be able to keep this little ghost, but that chrysanthemum definitely won't get away."

Iron-Faced Douluo had that confidence.

With Cloudpiercer Douluo's speed alone, he could completely intercept Yue Guan. As long as Yue Guan could not escape, death would eventually be inevitable.

"You Body Sect dare kill us?"

"We are elders of Spirit Hall, favored servants before Her Majesty the Pope."

Gui Mei's expression shifted slightly.

The Body Sect's approach—using a ninth soul skill right from the start and intending to take a Super Douluo's life—had truly caught him off guard.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't Spirit Hall be the ones acting this arrogantly and forcing other Titled Douluo to bow their heads?

"I don't care whether you're an elder of Spirit Hall or an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If you dare touch our Young Sect Master, you'd better be prepared to die."

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Iron-Faced Douluo arched his back and lowered his stance, his entire body's weight sinking half an inch. The earth beneath his feet exploded.

His aura changed completely!

It was like someone who had kept himself concealed suddenly revealing all his armor. His iron-gray presence weighed down even the surrounding air.