Mo Daolin's Decisiveness

"Ninth Soul Skill: Solar Meteor..." Ling Yuan Douluo's Martial Soul Avatar soared through the sky, its enormous body blotting out the full moon. But the huge fireball at its beak lit up all of Heaven Dou City.

It beat its massive wings, whipping up a gale, then dove toward Mo Daolin like a meteor. The fireball radiated searing heat. Even the air burned; taking a breath felt like gulping scalding water in a rush, then spitting it out in panic.

Wherever the fireball passed, the roof of Spirit Hall in Heaven Dou City burst into flame. Its wooden framework charred and cracked in an instant, and the blaze leapt thirty feet high.

Mo Daolin held Sword Douluo Chen Xin's Divine-Slaying Sword Qi aloft with one hand and pinched his Demon-Slaying Sword Qi between two fingers of the other. Everyone present thought the searing fireball—a Titled Douluo's ultimate ninth Soul Skill—would surely injure him.

But the next moment, they witnessed something that overturned everything they knew. Wasn't a Ninth Soul Skill supposed to be countered with another Ninth Soul Skill?

"Heh, heh, heh..." Mo Daolin's sinister laughter echoed across Heaven Dou City. "That's all? Get lost!" His Third Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet. That single command carried a fierce Astral Gale that scattered the enormous fireball. Ling Yuan Douluo, still in her Martial Soul Avatar, tumbled through the air several times before crashing somewhere out of sight. No one knew whether she was alive or dead.

Mo Daolin applied a little force with both hands. Sword Douluo Chen Xin's Ninth Soul Skill shattered inch by inch and vanished into the air. The backlash from his domineering Soul Power made Chen Xin cough up blood on the spot. Pale-faced, he lost the strength to remain airborne and fell to the