Killing a Titled Douluo had required a Million-Year Soul Bone skill, and using several soul skills in succession had also consumed more than half of Su Ling's soul power.
The arrow that fused six soul skills had been no easy feat either. It had put his body to the test; otherwise, firing it would have been far from easy.
As for Wind-Thunder Skybreaking Slash, Su Ling had not actually unleashed the full power of the Million-Year Soul Bone skill. After all, he had only released six wings.
Only by releasing all eighteen wings could he unleash the Million-Year Soul Bone skill's full offensive power.
Still, six wings had been enough. Even that surpassed an ordinary Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone Skill.
He turned back toward the Spirit Hall soul masters. Four Soul Douluos and nine Soul Saints remained.
"Not one of you is escaping today!" Su Ling snorted coldly.
His voice struck fear into their hearts. Everyone had seen Su Ling kill Golden Eagle Douluo, and their faces turned grim as dread took hold. How were they supposed to fight him now?
A Soul Emperor had actually killed a Titled Douluo in an instant! Even Pope Bibi Dong could do nothing about his speed. Could they possibly beat him?
"Run!" one Soul Saint suddenly shouted.
The thirteen soul masters scattered in every direction. It had to be said that they were clever; with them fleeing separately, Su Ling could not possibly chase them all.
But Su Ling had arrows. Drawing the Primordial Origin War Bow again, he condensed another ten arrows and sent them spinning outward.
The arrows flew in several directions, and soon, one scream after another rang out.
Those ten arrows killed another four Soul Saints and severely wounded a Soul Douluo.
Su Ling immediately charged toward the