After the Blood-Clothed Elder's Bloodrobe Bind restrained the Cicada Slough Clone, it did not end immediately. Instead, it turned back into a bloodrobe and drifted lightly toward Jiang Hai at tremendous speed.
After triggering his sixth Soul Skill, Blood Pact, the last trace of disdain in the Blood-Clothed Elder's heart had vanished completely. The youth before him truly deserved his reputation as a peerless genius who had once won the Soul Fighting Tournament. Even without borrowing external power, he had grown terrifyingly strong in just three years. In a true battle to the death, the elder might not be able to defeat him.
Once the Blood-Clothed Elder grew serious, the terrifying strength of a Control System Soul Douluo was fully revealed. Even his First Soul Skill, Bloodrobe Bind, gave Jiang Hai the feeling that he could neither resist nor evade it.
Still, he had to try to dodge.
Jiang Hai shot forward, golden light flashing as iceflame spurted from his seven facial orifices. His speed reached its limit, his body flickering repeatedly as he closed in on the Blood-Clothed Elder.
But the bloodrobe was simply too fast. When Jiang Hai was still about a meter from the Blood-Clothed Elder, it had already slipped over him.
The bloodrobe tightened, sending crushing pressure through him. Jiang Hai's body froze in place.
Yet a powerful sense of unease surged in the Blood-Clothed Elder's heart.
Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar.
His black Seventh Soul Ring lit up, unleashing the Martial Soul Avatar unique to high-level Soul Masters with seven or more rings. The bloodrobe suddenly tightened, while the one worn by the Blood-Clothed Elder seemed to gain a trace of soul. It abruptly expanded, and a fist wrapped in blood-colored cloth flew out of the robe at his chest.
On Jiang Hai's bound