Li Hanqiu's gaze was icy. From the moment their feud began, he had never intended to let the three men before him leave alive.
He had not even bothered disguising his Soul Ring colors, all to crush them psychologically.
Li Hanqiu slowly raised his right hand, and it seemed as though something between heaven and earth had been robbed of its sound.
The evening wind curled backward, and the faint moonlight gathered in Li Hanqiu's palm.
At that moment, Holy Light Ao threw back his head and roared. His dragon cry exploded as golden light seethed.
Then, in the air above Holy Light Ao as he roared toward the sky,
a spear forged from pure holy light and lightning slowly took shape above his head.
The enormous spear obscured half the sky, its tip pointing straight at the heart of the heavens. Golden patterns coursed along its shaft like living things.
Lightning coiled around it, holy light cascaded like a waterfall, and its might surged majestically.
All three outlaws trembled from head to toe, especially the Soul Saint missing an ear.
He gritted his teeth, unable to stop shaking. "Th-this kind of power... it must rival a Soul Douluo-no, it must have reached the level of a Titled Douluo!"
Just what sort of monster had Yu Xiaogang offended? Had he known, he would never have accepted this job, no matter what.
But it was already too late. Li Hanqiu swept two fingers through the air.
"Go."
The radiant dragon spear came crashing down.
It did not even whistle through the air as it fell, for it moved fast enough to cleave time itself.
Li Hanqiu's sixth Soul Skill, Holy Dragon Judgment.
Its effect was simple: it was purely an offensive Soul Skill. Condense a lightning spear and hurl it. That