Faced with the figure emerging from the nine-colored halo, Yue Zhengyu found even breathing difficult. This was not the pressure of soul power, but absolute domination stemming from the very level of life itself—the instinctive trembling of an ant before a mighty dragon.
"Wh... what exactly is this?"
Yue Zhengyu clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He had never seen such a bizarre and powerful state. Tang Wulin's aura had become as vast as the sea, unfathomably deep. Before that aura, even the Holy Angel martial soul he took such pride in trembled, its radiance dimming.
"I will never surrender!"
Yue Zhengyu roared, and all four soul rings on his body blazed with light. He raised the Angel Holy Sword high in both hands. The Holy Angel phantom behind him instantly solidified, sacred golden flames burning fiercely.
"Third soul skill: Holy Flame Judgment!"
An enormous flaming sword of light descended from the sky, cleaving toward the nine-colored figure with the momentum to burn everything to ash.
Yet faced with a strike powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stone, Tang Wulin merely raised his hand.
He used no soul skill; not even his soul rings lit up. He simply closed his hand around empty air.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The enormous sword of light, blazing with sacred flames, stopped dead several meters above Tang Wulin's head, as though an invisible hand had seized it in an unyielding grip.
"Shatter."
Tang Wulin softly uttered a single word.
With a boom, the enormous flaming sword of light shattered instantly, dissolving into countless motes that scattered through the air.
"What?!" Yue Zhengyu's pupils contracted sharply, disbelief written all over his face.
"Too weak."
Tang Wulin's voice was indifferent, devoid of emotion. His toes lightly touched the ground, and he vanished on