Martial Soul Fusion: Black Red Dragon Sky

Though it was not fatal—indeed, not even enough to count as a serious injury, merely a flesh wound—it was enough to truly enrage Chrysanthemum Pass.

Seeing Chrysanthemum Pass actually use that move, Gui Mei's expression changed sharply beneath the shadow concealing his face. He cried out in alarm, "Chrysanthemum Pass, have you gone mad?"

As Chrysanthemum Pass's best buddy, and with the two of them having mastered a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, how could he not know about the Chrysanthemum-Breaking Spear?

This was Chrysanthemum Pass's only Self-Created Soul Skill.

It was somewhat similar to Tang San's Blue Silver Overlord Spear from the original work.

The difference was that the Blue Silver Overlord Spear concentrated all of one's Soul Power into a single point before unleashing a single-target attack.

Meanwhile, the Chrysanthemum-Breaking Spear not only consumed a great deal of Soul Power for no reason, but could only wield less than forty percent of its original strength.

Tasteless to eat yet a pity to discard—calling Chrysanthemum Pass's Self-Created Soul Skill useless was no exaggeration.

Even so, that was all based on being able to use Soul Skills.

When Soul Skills could not be used, it was no longer useless.

It was a killing move.

With his Soul Power as high as Level-Eighty-Nine, if he unleashed the Chrysanthemum-Breaking Spear at full power, it was enough to rival the strongest attack of an ordinary Soul Emperor.

In other words, a sixth Soul Skill.

Qin Xuan was merely a Soul King, and he likewise could not use Soul Skills.

If something went wrong against such an attack, given how highly the Grand Worship valued Qin Xuan, along with his two nominal teachers, Chrysanthemum Pass would be in deep trouble.

"Don't worry, Old Ghost. I haven't been blinded by anger yet. I'll hold back at the critical moment." Chrysanthemum Pass's eyes were slightly bloodshot as he looked directly at Qin Xuan. "Qin Xuan, I'll tell you in advance: this move of mine is powerful enough to rival the sixth Soul Skill of a sixty-something-level assault-type Soul Emperor. It's not too late for you to admit defeat."

"I also have a Self-Created Soul Skill. It was comprehended from my first Soul Skill, Sword Shattering the Firmament, and is called Eight Directions Throughstrike. I ask Senior Yue Guan for your guidance."

Qin Xuan lied without even blushing. He held his longsword horizontally in his right hand, raised the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, and gently stroked the blade with his sword fingers.

After fighting a Level-Eighty-Nine Soul Douluo for so long, he had little Soul Power left as well.

After all, he had only initially mastered the Horizontal Sword Technique and could not integrate it perfectly, so it consumed a great deal of Soul Power.

Thus, this would be his final move.

Invisible crimson currents of air emerged from nothingness around him and gathered together, eventually transforming into a Fire Dragon that coiled around Qin Xuan.

Roar—

The Fire Dragon let out a deafening roar.

The next second, a scene that shocked everyone present—even Qin Xuan himself—occurred.

The blood-red Coiling Dragon Staff in Jiang Mo Douluo's hand, as he stood beside Qian Daoliu, began to tremble violently.

At the same time, the Everbright Sword in Qin Xuan's hand also began to shake.

Several seconds later, the Fire Dragon Qin Xuan had summoned with Eight Directions Throughstrike actually lost control and flew toward Jiang Mo Douluo.

Before Qian Daoliu's delighted gaze, the other worshippers' stunned expressions, and the terrified looks of the Chrysanthemum Ghosts, it plunged into Jiang Mo Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff.

The Break Evil Dragon sealed within the Coiling Dragon Staff seemed to gain a soul and came alive in an instant. Wrapped around the staff, it broke free from the restraints of Jiang Mo, a Level-Ninety-Six Super Douluo.

The Everbright Sword in Qin Xuan's hand likewise broke free from his restraints, and the Vermilion Bird seemed to come alive as well. Wrapped around the Everbright Sword, it flew toward the Coiling Dragon Staff.

The two Martial Souls intertwined.

At that moment, five words simultaneously appeared in everyone's minds—Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

"It actually succeeded." Even the steady-tempered Douluo Qian Jun could not help but exclaim in amazement. Before this, it was not as though they had never attempted Martial Soul Fusion Skills, but they had failed every time.

They had all subconsciously assumed that the enormous disparity in their Soul Power was the reason, and that only once Qin Xuan became a Titled Douluo would they be able to complete a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Yet they had never expected it to fuse today because of Qin Xuan's Self-Created Soul Skill.

Though it was only between two people, this was undoubtedly an excellent beginning. If they could fuse three people in the future, perhaps even the Grand Worship might not be their match.

Without time to marvel, Douluo Qian Jun urgently reminded them, "Jiang Mo, Xuan'er, such an opportunity is hard to come by. Quickly, fuse your Martial Souls!"

"Haha, good!" Feeling the pull of Qin Xuan's Soul Power, Jiang Mo Douluo laughed wildly, leaped down from the platform holding the Six-Winged Angel statue, and arrived before Qin Xuan in the blink of an eye, spreading his arms.

"Come, Xuan'er. Let this old man see just how far the Martial Soul Fusion between us can go."

"Uh..." Fusing with a man...

Qin Xuan's face went pale, and he immediately felt his stomach churn.

Seeing Qin Xuan remain motionless for so long, Douluo Qian Jun thought he had been frightened senseless and sternly reminded him, "Xuan'er, hurry. Opportunity does not come twice."

"Uh..." Qin Xuan's face twitched violently. Looking at Jiang Mo Douluo, who stood over two meters tall and a full head taller than himself, he suppressed the chill running down his spine and opened his arms.

It's over. Qin's chastity is gone. Qin is going to be tainted... Qin Xuan closed his eyes and shed tears of regret.

Just as the two were about to collide and Qin Xuan thought he was about to be embraced by a burly man, the touch he had imagined did not come.

Qin Xuan: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black

Jiang Mo Douluo: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black

A total of fourteen Soul Rings abruptly floated out from the two of them.

A beam of brilliant white light appeared between them, then spread outward.

For that instant, everyone in the Elder Hall was temporarily blinded.

When the white light faded, a tall, unfamiliar figure appeared before them.

The man stood around two meters tall. His face was cold and handsome, bearing some resemblance to both Qin Xuan and Jiang Mo. He wore red robes, his bangs parted down the middle, and his white hair cascaded like a waterfall. Fiery red dragon scales covered his chest and arms, fire dragon horns adorned his shoulders, and interwoven white bones wound around the front of his robes.

Looking again at the Everbright Sword and Coiling Dragon Staff, they had fused together at some point, becoming a blood spear roughly two and a half meters long. Its spearhead resembled the blade of the Everbright Sword, while its shaft was the Coiling Dragon Staff. However, alongside the Break Evil Dragon, the patterns engraved on the staff now included a lifelike Vermilion Bird.

The man subconsciously raised his head and beckoned with one hand. The Blood Spear spun through the air, tracing a circle before finally landing in his hand.

His gaze met the smooth, mirror-like spearhead. Seeing the familiar reflection within it, an astonished cry suddenly rang out:

"Holy shit! Isn't this Black Dragon Sky? No, the clothes are red—it should be Red Dragon Sky." It was Qin Xuan's voice.

Unfortunately, no one was destined to hear it.

Because the instant Qin Xuan grasped the Blood Spear, an aura unique to a Titled Douluo above Level-Ninety-Seven abruptly erupted and spread outward as a shockwave.

With the red-robed man at its center, the ground collapsed in a spiderweb pattern. Stones flew everywhere, and the entire Elder Hall shook violently.

Chrysanthemum Pass and Gui Mei, who possessed the lowest Soul Power, were instantly blown away by this vast Soul Power.

Even the four worshippers—Qian Jun, Guang Ling, Lion, and Azure Luan—could not stop themselves from retreating several steps before barely steadying themselves.

Only Qian Daoliu, whose Soul Power had reached Level-Ninety-Nine, and Golden Crocodile Douluo, at Level-Ninety-Eight, remained unaffected, standing as immovable as mountains.