"W-what terrifying speed!"
"That guy is so fast it's unbelievable."
As they watched the black-robed youth appear behind Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo almost as though he had used instantaneous shift, the entire crowd fell silent. Then voices laden with horror rose from their mouths.
Xiao Yan gradually tightened his grip. Behind him, a pair of enormous bone wings over ten feet across beat slowly, each stroke stirring a faint rumble of thunder in the surrounding air.
Such extreme speed delivered a staggering visual shock to everyone present.
Feeling the terrifying killing intent behind them, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo broke out in beads of cold sweat. Swallowing hard, Ghost Douluo, renowned for his agility, was the first to turn-and Xiao Yan's fist greeted him.
"Eight Extremes Collapse!"
A low voice issued from Xiao Yan's mouth. The wind around his fist suddenly intensified as a terrifying force gathered in his hand. An instant later, it slammed into Ghost Douluo's chest with the explosive force of a one-inch punch.
Bang!
A dull impact sounded, followed by Ghost Douluo's agonized scream. The black currents surrounding his body instantly collapsed, revealing his true appearance.
Pale azure flames spread from Xiao Yan's fist onto Ghost Douluo's body, and the intense pain sent his entire body into convulsions.
Ghost Douluo's martial soul was extremely unusual. He had died once as a child, but through a chance twist of fate, his soul had returned to his body, awakening his martial soul once more. His martial soul was his own soul; he belonged among the living dead.
A ghost martial soul feared nothing more than sacred light like that released by the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Heavenly flames, supremely fierce and suffused with yang, subdued all evil things beneath heaven. Upon Ghost Douluo, their effect was no