Two-Stage Attack?

Tang Hao's heart churned like an overturned sea. "Who are you?" he demanded.

He was stunned!

Lin Ye was just a greenhorn.

If Lin Ye had guessed from his Martial Soul that he came from the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao could have understood that.

But...

The boy clearly knew more than that.

Everything Lin Ye said made it obvious he knew about Tang Hao and Ah Yin.

After all!

Only he and Spirit Hall knew what had happened back then.

After Qian Xunji died, Spirit Hall never breathed a word of it, and Tang Hao was even less willing to remember.

So...

How did Lin Ye know?

"Enough talk."

"You want the Soul Bones I have?"

"Then let's see if you've got what it takes!"

There was no point saying more!

Lin Ye knew this fight was inevitable.

The next instant.

Lin Ye shot forward. His dragon claws hummed and trembled through the air, their tips aimed straight at Tang Hao's throat.

As he charged.

The Eighth Soul Ring beneath his feet flared.

Ice-blue light blazed around him. Behind him, the phantom of a Mystic Ice True Dragon took shape, its head held high as it charged with him.

"Eighth Soul Skill—Ice Dragon Annihilation!"

The Mystic Ice True Dragon opened its massive jaws.

A thick pillar of icy-white light surged out, carrying an apocalyptic chill of Ultimate Ice straight toward Tang Hao.

Where the beam passed...

The air itself seemed to plunge toward absolute zero.

The surrounding plants were not merely frozen into ice sculptures; they crumbled into flakes of icy powder. Even the air seemed to congeal.

Tang Hao's expression changed sharply.

As the owner of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, he knew exactly how powerful a Soul Skill of this level could be.

The next instant.