Battle! The Blood Puppet Hand!
Facing the purplish-black bone claws that were reaching out to grab him, Lu Guan advanced instead of retreating.
He dared to chase after them alone, so he must have had confidence in himself.
Not to mention the newly completed Xuan Rong Battle Armor I'm wearing, even if I encounter a tough opponent I can't defeat, I can simply summon the Profound Suppression Bear.
"Good timing!"
Lu Guan's voice, crackling with electronic sounds, came from beneath his mask. His six arms, covered in dark armor, wielded Five Weapons as he charged forward against the stench-filled wind.
Clang!
The purplish-black bone spikes gripped the Five Weapons tightly, sparks flying everywhere.
The foul-smelling black blood clinging to the bone spurs seeped into the gaps in the nail plates, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.
However, the black blood emitted a wisp of white smoke, but left no trace whatsoever!
"What?!"
An Ming's pupils contracted sharply.
His fifth Soul Skill Blood Puppet Soul-Rending Claw, could even tear through the protective Soul Power of an ordinary Seven-Ring Soul Sage, yet it couldn't even touch these five weapons?
Seeing Lu Guan used his left arms to parry outwards, deflecting An Ming's claws, and thrust out his Long Spear!
"Court death!"
An Ming let out a strange cry, his body twisted eerily in mid-air, and slid back several meters, brushing against the Long Spear.
Although he was only at the sixth ring level, he was, after all, An Ming of Titled Douluo, and his combat experience was extremely rich. Seeing that the situation was not right, he immediately pulled away, not giving Lu Guan a chance for close combat at all.
"Kid, don't think you can act arrogantly in front of me just because you're wearing a turtle shell!"
As soon as An Ming's toes touched the ground, and he was about to activate his Sixth Soul Ring again, a dark purple light suddenly shone from the black mask on Lu Guan's face.
A complex purple pattern suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the mask.
That's the Little Nightmare possessing the Battle Armor!
Buzz--!
An invisible wave instantly traversed the distance between the two, directly impacting An Ming's mind.
Spiritual Deterrence!
Anming's hands, which were about to be raised, An Ming froze, and he was momentarily stunned.
His An Ming was originally a separate entity, and his Soul Power was incomplete. He had also been implicated in the pursuit of his mother body by Mu Ye, making his mental defenses vulnerable.
However, this momentary lapse in concentration was nothing to worry about; it was just that, for some reason, a strange sense of fear rose within An Ming.
He was afraid?
Lu Guan gave him no time to think. His three-meter-long Bloodbone Demon Wings flapped suddenly, and he sped along the ground, instantly closing in to within two meters of An Ming.
At the same time, a thick, earthy-yellow halo appeared around the Xuan Rong abdominal armor on his abdomen!
Profound Suppression Bear Soul Spirit, Threefold Gravity!
Boom!
Just recovering from the Spiritual Deterrence, An Ming felt as if a mountain had suddenly been pressing down on his shoulders.
"Gravity control? Just how many strange things are attached to your Battle Armor?!"
An Ming looked up in horror. Before he could even mobilize his Soul Power to resist the gravity, Lu Guan's shadow had already completely enveloped him.
"You guess!"
Lu Guan exerted force with all six arms simultaneously, his dark red Blood Qi surging wildly through the circuits of his Battle Armor, causing the air in the entire alley to explode incessantly.
The First Five Forms of "The War Lord Heart Method" are used in turn!
It actually managed to suppress the An Ming!
"Such domineering power!" An Ming couldn't help but be shocked. Was this really the power of a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor?
Well, Two-Word Battle Armor master of the fourth ring can indeed not be judged by common sense.
"You little beast, you forced this old man to do this!"
A ruthless glint flashed in An Ming's eyes.
He's on the run now. Even though Lu Guan can't hurt him too much right now, he can't afford to drag this out!
His shriveled chest suddenly swelled up, and then, with a "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of thick, dark red heart blood!
The blood of the heart did not fall to the ground; instead, it swelled up in the wind.
At the same time, the sixth black Soul Ring beneath An Ming's feet, which had been dim, shattered without warning!
Ring Detonation?
Lu Guan paused in his steps.
The shattered Soul Ring transformed into black light and completely disappeared into An Ming's body. Meanwhile, the blood mist that had just exploded in the air seemed to be drawn by something, frantically converging towards the top of An Ming's head!
"Although my An Ming only possesses six rings of Soul Power, my comprehension of Martial Soul is truly at the level of Titled Douluo!"
An Ming's hoarse roar echoed through the alleyway. His flesh began to wither away at a visible rate, and all his essence and blood, along with his six-ring Soul Power, were poured into the blood mist above his head without reservation.
"For forcing me to use this move, you brat, even in death you can be proud!"
Boom!
The thick blood mist surged violently, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a giant puppet hand the size of a millstone, made entirely of viscous blood and stark white bones!
In the palm of the bloody hand, countless human faces wailed in agony!
This is a blood-red hand formed by the An Ming killing tens of thousands of people!
As soon as the blood-red puppet hand took shape, a terrifying pressure far surpassing that of Six-Ring Soul Emperor and faintly approaching that of Seven-Ring Soul Sage pressed down like an overwhelming force!
Secret Technique: Great Blood Puppet Hand!
Although the An Ming did not have Seventh Soul Ring and could not use the true Martial Soul Avatar, An Ming relied on the foundation of Titled Douluo and used his own blood essence and shattered Soul Ring as a price to forcibly condense this killing move that was close to the power of the Martial Soul Avatar!
"Die!"
An Ming's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly swung his left hand downwards.
The blood-red puppet hand, the size of a millstone, slammed down on Lu Guan's head with a piercing, ghostly howl!
That's too fast!
This attack completely locked onto Lu Guan's aura, completely sealing off any chance for him to use his second Soul Skill Shadow Trace, to escape!
Lu Guan cursed under his breath, pushing his Soul Power and Blood Qi to their limits. He crossed all six arms above his head, forcefully resisting the massive, blood-red hand that blotted out the sky!
Thump--!!
With a deafening roar, a crater several meters wide was instantly blasted into the ground beneath Lu Guan's feet!
The blood-red puppet hand pressed down firmly on Lu Guan's six arms, unleashing an immense pressure.
Click! Click!
Even the Xuan Rong Battle Armor, forged with Divine Base Metal as its core, began to flicker violently and emit a mournful cry in the face of this technique that transcended the Great Realm!
The powerful impact traveled up his arm and through his entire body. Lu Guan groaned, his chest heaving with Blood Qi and qi, and a metallic taste of blood instantly filled his mouth.
"Hahahaha! Shatter! Shatter for me!"
Seeing this, An Ming, who was not far away, burst into maniacal laughter, spitting out another mouthful of blood essence onto the blood-red puppet hand. "You little beast, let's see how long your tortoise shell can last! After I twist off your head, I'll drain your Blood Qi to replenish my body!"
With such exceptional blood, his Blood Puppet Hand will undoubtedly reach a new level!
The crimson puppet hand shone brightly and pressed down another half foot!
Lu Guan's wounds multiplied, and blood stained almost half of his body red.
However, Lu Guan, who was being pressed down, showed no panic whatsoever; instead, the four Demon Eye beneath his mask grew brighter and brighter!
Beneath him, a flash of black suddenly appeared!
"Baleful-Life Mark!"