Spirit Hall Attacks, Shattering the Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

Inside the luxurious lounge on the top floor of the Great Soul Arena.

Leng Yaozhu lounged deep in a soft leather sofa.

Propping her fair cheek on one hand, she idly leafed through the storybook in her other.

After turning the last page, she closed the book listlessly and tossed it onto the coffee table.

"What's taking them so long...?"

Leng Yaozhu pursed her red lips, a trace of impatience appearing on her exquisite face.

Three whole days had passed since she had noticed they were being followed.

Today was already the third day, yet those rats lurking in the shadows had not shown even a hint of an attack.

Their efficiency really left something to be desired.

Just then, a click sounded.

The lounge's heavy mahogany door swung open, and a somewhat disheveled figure walked in.

"Oh? What happened today? How did our peerless genius end up looking like a little soot-streaked kitten?"

Leng Yaozhu looked up at the patches of black soot on Lu Xuan's face and could not help covering her lips with a soft laugh.

"Nothing I could do. I let my guard down."

Lu Xuan let out a weary breath and patted the slightly scorched hem of his clothes.

"My badge has already advanced to Silver Soul Fighter. The opponents at this level really aren't weak."

"And today I ran into an utterly bizarre Martial Soul. The guy actually blew me up."

Lu Xuan could not help complaining.

His opponent had clearly been a food-type Soul Master, with a pair of bright red cherries as his Martial Soul.

Yet those things could not be eaten at all. His opponent had turned them into high-explosive fragmentation bombs!

It was practically like the Cherry Bomb from Plants vs. Zombies had come to life.

Although the explosion had not been powerful enough to break through his defenses.

Taking a massive blast head-on in the cramped confines of the arena had still left him covered in soot.

"All I can say is that nobody who earns a Silver Soul Badge is weak. I'm going to wash up."

Lu Xuan shook his head and headed into the lounge's private luxury bathroom.

Amid the patter of running water, he washed away the smoke and exhaustion.

Dressed in a fresh, dry combat outfit, Lu Xuan left the Great Soul Arena alongside Leng Yaozhu.

Outside, a light drizzle had begun at some point.

The weather in Heaven Dou City had been like this lately.

Endless rain, with lead-gray clouds hanging low overhead.

It was so oppressive that even the air seemed thick and sticky, making everyone uncomfortable.

And such oppressive, rainy weather often heralded slaughter and bloodshed.

Meanwhile, in the curtain of rain above the Great Soul Arena.

Two ghostlike figures concealed themselves beneath the clouds.

They coldly looked down at Lu Xuan and Leng Yaozhu as they emerged through the doors.

They were none other than Spirit Hall's two guardian generals—Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

"Old Ghost, the targets are here. Shall we strike?"

Yue Guan held his fingers in an orchid gesture, a cold, sinister gleam flashing through his eyes.

"Not yet." Black mist swirled around Gui Mei, whose voice sounded like two rusty iron plates scraping together.

"This is the heart of Heaven Dou City. Two Titled Douluos fighting here would bring unnecessary trouble upon Spirit Hall."

"Release a trace of your aura and lure them outside the city! Besides, that woman is waiting there too. That will give us better odds!"

"Fair point. Let's go!"

On the street below, Leng Yaozhu abruptly stopped in the middle of her leisurely walk beneath an umbrella.

"Oh? Finally."

She slowly raised her head toward the gray, rain-filled sky.

Blazing battle intent and eager excitement instantly erupted in her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes.

"Provoking me, then trying to lure me out into the countryside? Interesting!"

Leng Yaozhu had keenly caught that fleeting trace of a Titled Douluo's aura.

She did not deign to conceal herself. Her terrifying Demigod-level pressure erupted like a boundless sea bursting through its banks!

Boom!

The surrounding rain evaporated into white mist the instant it touched her body, consumed by terrifying heat.

She wrapped an arm around Lu Xuan's waist, and a pair of crimson Heavenly Phoenix wings unfurled behind her with a whoosh, blotting out the sky.

With a powerful beat of her wings, she became a crimson meteor that tore through the rain and shot straight into the heavens!

Above the clouds, Yue Guan and Gui Mei were about to race out of the city when they abruptly froze, their faces changing in horror.

"No! Old Ghost, this aura is wrong!"

Yue Guan shrieked, his delicate features contorting with sheer terror.

Hadn't the intelligence said she was just an ordinary female Titled Douluo?!

This pressure felt as though it could burn heaven and earth to ashes, this crushing force made his soul tremble—how could she be an ordinary Titled Douluo?

This was a fucking Limit Douluo's aura!!

Gui Mei's pupils likewise contracted beneath his mask, and he made his decision without hesitation.

No matter how important the mission was, it was not worth his life!

"The intelligence was wrong! Retreat! Move!"

Gui Mei grabbed Yue Guan and transformed into a swift black shadow, fleeing madly toward the outskirts without looking back.

But it was too late.

Boom!

A streak of crimson light crashed down in their path like a meteor of divine punishment.

The terrifying shock wave instantly reduced every tree within a hundred meters to ash.

As the flames dispersed, Leng Yaozhu hovered in midair with one arm around Lu Xuan.

Looking down upon the pair, she curled her lips into a dangerous sneer.

"Where do you two think you're going? You provoke me, then try to run with your tails between your legs? Do you really think so little of me?"

Yue Guan knew there would be no peaceful resolution today.

Gritting his teeth, he wasted no words and summoned his Martial Soul, the singular velvet sky chrysanthemum.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Nine Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Golden Stamen Flowing Rosy Clouds!"

Yue Guan roared, and the Sixth Soul Ring behind him blazed with light.

An enormous golden chrysanthemum bloomed in midair.

Countless golden petals turned into blades that could slice through iron like mud.

Like missiles filling the sky, they screamed through the air and swept toward Leng Yaozhu from every direction to shred her.

"You dare make a spectacle of yourself before me with that wretched chrysanthemum?"

A trace of disdain flashed through Leng Yaozhu's eyes.

With a phoenix cry that pierced the nine heavens, an enormous Heavenly Phoenix phantom was reborn in flames behind her.

Then came a sight that left Yue Guan and Gui Mei terrified out of their wits.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red!

Six black, three red!

Nine terrifying Soul Rings that defied all common sense circled Leng Yaozhu.

The three dazzling hundred-thousand-year red Soul Rings in particular radiated suffocating, blood-red pressure.

Holding Lu Xuan, Leng Yaozhu's imposing presence only grew stronger as her fourth Soul Ring abruptly lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Heavenly Phoenix Heaven-Burning Formation!"

In an instant, crimson Heavenly Phoenix True Fire became a barrier of blazing fire.

With the irresistible force of snapping rotten wood, it swallowed Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and the golden petals filling the sky.

The instant Golden Stamen Flowing Rosy Clouds touched the Heavenly Phoenix True Fire, it melted away like ice and snow meeting boiling water.

"Old Ghost! We're staking everything!"

At the center of the sea of flames, Yue Guan turned toward Gui Mei, his eyes bulging with fury.

Decades of shared life-and-death battles allowed them to grasp each other's intentions instantly.

"Ling Yuan! Hurry up and attack!" Yue Guan roared toward the sky.

Before his voice faded, brilliant golden flames erupted from Yue Guan, while deep silver flames ignited around Gui Mei.

At that instant, their eighteen Soul Rings lit up almost simultaneously.

The golden and silver flames intertwined in a dazzling display.

Facing each other, they clasped all four hands tightly together, and their bodies abruptly fused within the blinding light.

Those eighteen Soul Rings instantly condensed into an enormous golden-and-silver ring over a hundred meters in diameter and soared skyward.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Two Extremes Stillness Domain!"

Hum!

Every sound between heaven and earth vanished at that moment.

The raging wind stopped, raindrops hung suspended in midair, and even the blazing Heavenly Phoenix True Fire seemed to have been paused.

Within a thousand-meter radius, time and space were completely sealed, forming a world of absolute stillness in nothing but gold and silver.

At the very instant the domain took shape, a crimson figure appeared in midair like a specter.

She was a female Titled Douluo with a voluptuous figure, flames swirling around her.

Her bearing bore some resemblance to Leng Yaozhu's. She was Ling Yuan Douluo, the only woman in Spirit Hall's Elder Hall.

Yet even though they both possessed the fire attribute.

Before Leng Yaozhu's peerless beauty and Demigod-level pressure, Ling Yuan still paled in comparison.

"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill? Dual control over time and space? Interesting."

A woman's voice, carrying a languid smile, suddenly rang out within that domain of absolute stillness, sounding utterly eerie and terrifying.

Trapped at the center of the domain, Leng Yaozhu's eyes flashed with mockery.

"Unfortunately, a stillness domain of this level... is useless against me!"

Crack!

With a sharp crash like shattering glass.

The golden-and-silver space surrounding Leng Yaozhu split like a solid object, dense spiderweb cracks spreading across it.

Under Ling Yuan's horrified gaze.

Leng Yaozhu ignored the power of the laws that could supposedly immobilize even a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

Holding Lu Xuan, she took a step forward as casually as if strolling through a garden.

Bang!

The Two Extremes Stillness Domain shattered with a thunderous crash!