Netherworld Three Forms, Second Form-Senluo Soul-Slaying (Please Vote and Interact!)

Yu Tianheng struck first.

His right arm instantly swelled, bursting through his right sleeve. The entire arm became enormously thick and was covered in blue-purple scales. His two yellow and one purple soul rings did not circle his body like those of other Soul Masters; instead, they revolved around that bestial arm.

If he reached level seventy, he would be able to truly transform into a dragon. That was why Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Masters were hailed as the most terrifying assault-type Soul Masters among those of the same level.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Peinian saw the other's clawed hand slash fiercely toward him.

He immediately answered the attack head-on with a Draw-Blade Stance.

Dragon Claw—Forcefully Splitting Mount Hua.

Xu Peinian drew his blade and swept it upward.

Blade and claw collided, sending sparks flying.

The two separated at the first exchange, opening some distance between them.

"Hiss."

Yu Tianheng glanced at the white mark that had appeared on his scale-covered right arm, the corner of his mouth twitching toward one ear.

What kind of monster was this guy? He actually dared to take Forcefully Splitting Mount Hua head-on and had not even fallen behind.

Not far away, Xu Peinian had also been affected somewhat.

It was not because the downward strike had injured him. Rather, during their clash, the lightning on Yu Tianheng's arm had entered his body, leaving him slightly numb.

Xu Peinian moved his body, shaking off the numbness.

Interesting, but that was all. Now it was my turn... Xu Peinian twirled his blade outward, then suddenly tapped off the ground and pressed forward.

But his path of advance was not a straight line.

Xu Peinian's movements were unpredictable, his figure ghostly and swift.

Yu Tianheng shifted his right leg half a step back, bent his knee slightly, and tensed every muscle in his body, ready to meet the enemy at any moment.

A black moon suddenly loomed before Yu Tianheng's eyes, but when it came within less than half a meter of him, it vanished abruptly.

This was bad!

Knowing he had no time to dodge, Yu Tianheng immediately twisted his waist and swung his dragonized right arm to the side, but struck only the afterimage Xu Peinian had left behind.

He had fallen for it.

Seeing this, Xu Peinian, moving with the footwork paired with the Netherworld Three Forms, curled his lips into a faint smile and suddenly launched an attack from the other side.

Netherworld Three Forms, First Form—Netherworld Soul-Luring!

The Netherworld Blade in Xu Peinian's hand silently swept over. It appeared slow, yet was actually so fast that the blade became a crescent moon, like the scythe of death slowly swinging down to silently reap the enemy's three souls and seven spirits.

Yu Tianheng was indeed a top prodigy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Even at such a critical moment, he managed to react and immediately lunged forward.

Unfortunately, though his reaction was quick, Xu Peinian's Netherworld Soul-Luring was even faster.

"Pfft!"

The sound of flesh being sliced rang out, and a bone-deep wound appeared across Yu Tianheng's back.

All the spectators were horrified.

But for a top Beast Martial Soul Master with a powerful body, the wound looked gruesome but was not fatal, nor could it make him lose his ability to fight.

Instead, it stirred the ferocity in Yu Tianheng's bones!

"Good. You have successfully angered me."

Yu Tianheng's expression darkened. No longer holding back, the purple ring and the second yellow ring on his right arm lit up simultaneously.

Everyone present could clearly feel his aura suddenly surge as the lightning around him became increasingly violent.

This was Yu Tianheng's third soul skill—Thunderous Fury.

It allowed him to enter a berserk state, greatly increasing both the power of his lightning and his Soul Power. So long as he did not actively make contact, it could last until his Soul Power was exhausted.

Second soul skill, Thunderbolt!

Then, the tiny lightning serpents around Yu Tianheng continuously expanded, transforming into countless lightning arrows that shot toward Xu Peinian.

That was not all. After releasing two soul skills in succession, Yu Tianheng lit up his first soul ring as well. His palm became a lightning dragon claw, and he charged after the arrows toward Xu Peinian.

From the look of it, he was determined not to rest until one of them was dead!

So you think you're the only one with an area attack skill?

Xu Peinian could not help but focus with full intensity as the purple ring on his blade lit up.

Cold Nether Maelstrom!

With a horizontal sweep of his blade, blade energy burst outward and formed a crescent-shaped black tide, densely colliding with the incoming lightning arrows.

"Boom—"

A thunderous crash erupted from the collision of skills. Immediately afterward, a blue-purple figure burst from the smoke, a massive lightning dragon claw aimed straight at Xu Peinian.

Xu Peinian knew this strike would determine victory or defeat, so he no longer held anything back.

A yellow soul ring lit up on the blade that glimmered with cold, shadowy light, while immense Soul Power continuously compressed and gathered upon it.

This was clearly the prelude to Netherworld Demon Slash.

But it was not over. Another trace of Xuanming aura emerged from Xu Peinian's body and gradually flowed into the blade, making its ink-black surface appear even darker.

Xu Peinian lowered into a horse stance and sank his qi into his dantian.

Because the gathered energy was too immense and concentrated, the hand holding his blade trembled slightly.

A low shout rang out.

The Netherworld Blade flashed from Xu Peinian's hand along a particular trajectory.

The gathered Soul Power compressed into a line in an instant, then slashed toward the charging Yu Tianheng.

This was the second form of the Netherworld Three Forms that Xu Peinian had recently comprehended—Senluo Soul-Slaying.

If the first form, Netherworld Soul-Luring, was a ghostly advance that killed enemies without form, then this second form faced the enemy head-on, annihilating both body and soul with a single slash.

Xu Peinian had also used the Soul Power compression ability of his first soul skill, Netherworld Demon Slash, to raise the power of Senluo Soul-Slaying several levels higher.

It could be said that, among the strength he could currently reveal, this was Xu Peinian's strongest attack.

Faced with this attack, which appeared to be nothing more than a thin black line, Yu Tianheng nevertheless felt a wave of dread rise within him.

His instincts told him that if he did not resist with everything he had, he would die here today.

Thus, he immediately mobilized all the Soul Power in his body and gathered it into his lightning dragon claw. The lightning power upon it surged once more, reaching an utterly terrifying level.

The next instant, the condensed blade energy met the violent lightning dragon claw.

The moment they collided, an absolute vacuum formed at the point of impact, and not the slightest sound escaped.

But in the next moment, a piercing sonic boom erupted!

A violent wave of energy suddenly spread in every direction, throwing up countless clouds of dust and debris.

On the Soul Fighting Arena,

Smoke filled the air, and all was silent.

At that moment, the spectators could not see the current state of the arena at all.

Only when the dust began to disperse did the blurred outlines gradually become clear.

Xu Peinian stood on the stage, bracing himself on his blade, merely breathing a little heavily from his exhausted Soul Power.

The gaze shifted.

On the other side, Yu Tianheng lay unconscious on the ground. His right arm had been severed at the shoulder and lay not far away, while a gruesome wound stretched across his chest and abdomen.

Without prompt treatment, it might endanger his life and leave him permanently disabled.

But none of that was within Xu Peinian's consideration. If he had not wanted to leave Yu Tianheng alive as a goal for Zhu Zhuqing to rally herself around, that slash would not have shifted to the right.

Victory and defeat had been decided. Xu Peinian slowly stepped forward, approached Yu Tianheng, and patted his cheek with the flat of his blade.

The force was so great that it turned his left cheek bright red.

But it also successfully woke Yu Tianheng.

Xu Peinian was not some kindhearted person who repaid resentment with virtue. He woke Yu Tianheng only to leave him with one sentence by his ear:

"You are the challenger."

After saying that, Xu Peinian struck Yu Tianheng's right cheek with the flat of his blade as well.

Seeing that swollen pig face become much more symmetrical, Xu Peinian, who had a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, nodded faintly.

Now it looked much more pleasing to the eye.