Level 79

The Old Hunting Palace fell quiet for a moment.

The Soul-Severing Spear Soul Douluo stared at the young man on the throne. Veins slowly rose across the backs of his hands.

"Death is staring you in the face, and you still dare play the fool."

"I'm just hungry." Bai Jin sighed. "I promised my students extra chicken legs today, then didn't get a bite myself. Being a teacher is hard work."

The three Soul Saints quietly changed positions.

They took up the east, west, and south corners of the hall. Formation markings lit beneath their feet. Soul Power flowed through the Blood Troughs beneath the floor tiles and converged at the tip of the Soul-Severing Spear.

Bai Jin glanced over.

"Using three Soul Saints as Formation Cores? Senior, you're quite good at saving manpower."

The three men's expressions shifted.

The Soul-Severing Spear Soul Douluo offered no explanation. His Eighth Soul Ring lit up.

"Sever the soul, annihilate the mind!"

The instant the spear thrust forward, every sound in the hall vanished.

A thin black line appeared before its tip. Mental power, Soul Power, and killing intent were compressed into a single point. Stone pillars along its path split silently before the spear's radiance touched them, and the entire Old Hunting Palace tilted outward under the force.

It was an all-out strike from a Level 89 Soul Douluo, bolstered by a formation and forbidden drugs.

The spear's radiance was only a foot from Bai Jin's brow.

It stopped.

The Soul-Severing Spear Soul Douluo gripped his weapon with both hands, the muscles in his arms tightening inch by inch. The tip was plainly still moving forward, yet the remaining distance stretched without end, as though an endless road lay between them.

Bai Jin sat where he was, without even changing his posture.