Baleful!

The wounds on Lu Guan's body, torn apart by the pressure, instantly transformed into twisted, dark red lines that crawled up his neck and onto his face!

Boom!

Endless malevolent energy erupted from those patterns, causing the life force within Lu Guan's body to surge as well!

They managed to withstand the falling giant blood-red puppet hand!

"What?!"

The laughter that had been heard in the An Ming abruptly stopped.

Just now, this brat was clearly being crushed to the point of vomiting blood, and it looked like his bones were about to break. How come his aura not only didn't weaken in the blink of an eye, but became several times more ferocious than before?!

"Old man, you enjoyed pressing down on me just now, didn't you?"

Lu Guan, resonant thud came from beneath the mask.

Fourth Soul Skill, Baleful-Life Mark!

The more severe the injury, the stronger the Baleful Qi and the more powerful the Blood Qi!

Lu Guan had deliberately kept his Battle Armor inactive, taking the full force of the Great Blood Puppet Hand attack with his bare body! He pushed it to its limit!

In this way, although the physical body was injured to the point where the Baleful-Life Mark was almost at its limit, the Battle Armor's defense remained almost intact! It was strong enough to withstand the damage!

Now, the show begins!

Lu Guan raised all six arms in unison, "My turn!"

Turn defense into offense!

Instantly, the five weapons on Lu Guan's six arms hummed and vibrated simultaneously, their dark red patterns gleaming!

halberd, spear, dagger-axe, Qiu Spear, Yi Spear!

With all Five Weapons moving at once, Lu Guan combined the First Five Forms the "War Lord Heart Method" that had just been used in turn into one!

An immense Baleful Qi gathered around him, and the thick fog dissipated.

"Five Weapons - Mysterious Calamity!"

Lu Guan roared, and with a wave of his six arms, five weapons intertwined in mid-air to form an impenetrable dark red mass, carrying a terrifying power capable of crushing everything, and fell down on An Ming!

The force of this attack was terrifying. An Ming watched Lu Guan rushing towards him, an indescribable panic gripped his throat.

Such power and might—how could an eleven-year-old Four-Ring Soul Ancestor possibly unleash it?

The younger generation is constantly pushing the older generation aside; how could such Monster exist in this generation?!

"Stop!"

An Ming formed hand seals, desperately urging the giant blood-red puppet hand in mid-air to return to defense.

Call--!

The bloody hand, the size of a millstone, turned and blocked in front of An Ming. The twisted faces in its palm emitted extremely shrill screams, trying to stop Lu Guan's sure-kill attack.

Boom--!!

The Xuanjie, a being entangled with Five Weapons, collided head-on with the Great Blood Puppet Hand!

The soldiers are in their hands!

The blood-red puppet hand, the size of a millstone, trembled violently, and the distorted human faces in its palm emitted piercing screams!

The noise was so loud that it caused stone dust to fly out from the surrounding area!

The blood-red puppet hand was mostly cut off, exposing the white bone, which was covered with gaps of varying depths, but it did not completely shatter and still managed to stop the falling Five Weapons!

It was blocked!

An Ming gasped for breath, his emaciated chest heaving violently, but a ferocious smile stretched across his face.

"You little beast, I admit I underestimated you!"

"But this Great Blood Puppet Hand is my trump card. With your fourth-ring Soul Power, you'll be lucky to cut off most of it!"

He won this round!

In mid-air, Lu Guan, holding Five Weapons in his arms, used the recoil to flip backward and land.

The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

"What?"

An Ming's heart skipped a beat, and that inexplicable sense of panic that had appeared earlier surged back into his mind.

Pfft!

The dull thud of flesh being pierced was particularly clear in the alleyway.

An Ming, his hands, which were forming a hand seal, stopped in mid-air, and he stood frozen in place.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his withered chest.

There, five withered fingers with purplish-black nails were piercing his chest, dripping greenish-blue, foul-smelling venom from their tips, while their fingers clutched his faintly beating, dark red heart.

He knew that hand all too well.

Just half a minute ago, he used these hands to unleash his fifth Soul Skill, Blood Puppet Soul-Rending Claw; in the past few decades, he has used these hands to tear apart the throats of hundreds and thousands of Soul Master and rip out the hearts of countless people!

Blood Puppet Soul-Rending Claw!

How could that be? This is clearly his own unique Soul Skill!

An Ming turned his neck with difficulty, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

Standing right behind him, pressed against his back, was another "An Ming"!

The same gaunt figure, the same black robe, only the pale old face was expressionless, and his whole body was shrouded in a thick mixture of dark red mist and black smoke.

"What... what the hell is this...?"

Black blood kept gushing from An Ming's mouth, and the life force and Soul Power in his body flowed wildly out of the large hole in his chest, being devoured by the identical Monster behind him.

Not far away, Lu Guan dispersed the Five Weapons in his hand, and pulled his mask to the sides, revealing a slightly pale face.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took two steps forward.

"Third Soul Skill, Nightmare Lure."

"You... you little brat..."

An Ming made a gurgling sound in his throat, and the broken Great Blood Puppet Hand in mid-air lost its Soul Power support and collapsed into a rain of blood.

He tried to unleash his Soul Power to self-destruct, but the poisonous claw belonging to the Nightmare Wraith twisted violently on his chest!

Click!

His heart shattered completely.

As An Ming breathed his last, the Nightmare Wraith behind him also turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

No Life, No Fear.

Meanwhile, ten miles Heaven Dou City, in Underground Cave.

Boom--!

A blinding, dark golden blade of light descended from the sky, cleaving a massive crack in the several-meter-thick rock layer, allowing sunlight to stream into the dark, damp cavern.

Amidst the flying rubble, a figure emerged disheveled from the muddy ground and slammed heavily against the stone wall.

This person was also dressed in a black robe, and his appearance was exactly the same as that of the An Ming in the alley, except that his aura was much stronger than that of the An Ming, and nine Soul Ring were clearly pulsating under his feet!

However, at this moment, this Holy Spirit Cult elder, who was a nine-ring Titled Douluo, was in an extremely miserable state.

His left arm was severed at the root, and there was a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his chest, with blood gushing out like it was free. His black robe had long been torn into strips.

"Cough cough... Pfft!"

As the An Ming Main Body struggled to prop herself up, she suddenly shuddered violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her already weak aura plummeted even further!

A tearing pain shot through the depths of my soul!

"The An Ming... is dead..."

An Ming slumped against the stone wall, his face full of dejection.

He actually died...

Step, step, step.

The steady footsteps echoed inside the cave.

Mu Ye slowly emerged from the dust, carrying the massive, dark gold sword in one hand, its tip dragging on the ground and leaving a trail of blinding sparks.

Mu Ye stopped five meters in front of An Ming, slammed his heavy sword into the ground, and the entire cavern vibrated.

Looking at the person in front of him who had suddenly lost his fighting spirit, Mu Ye thought for a moment and understood.

He took a step forward, his five fingers spread wide, and his powerful Blood Qi transformed into a solid golden hand, which grabbed An Ming by the neck and lifted him off the ground like a chick.

With a flick of his finger, Mu Ye sent several powerful bursts of Soul Power directly into An Ming's body, sealing off his remaining meridians and dantian.

"A living Evil Soul Master is worth far more than a dead one."