Yan Wufeng was a Level 97 powerhouse who stood at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World.
The sudden attack gave him only enough time to adjust his posture slightly. He had no chance of evading it completely.
The dazzling light, originally aimed straight at the center of his back, exploded against him.
In an instant, light burst in all directions.
Fortunately, Yan Wufeng was currently in his Demon Dragon Transformation state, his entire body covered in hard scales. Only that allowed him to barely withstand most of the impact.
Even so, that tremendous force penetrated his scales and slammed into his body, making him spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blow left Yan Wufeng reeling from an uncanny shock.
That bizarre sword qi churned up rivers and overturned seas inside him, tangling with the blood and vital energy in his back as though it would tear his very soul apart.
Terror filled his heart. Who was it?
With his Ninth Soul Skill, Demon Dragon Transformation, active, even a Soul Douluo would struggle to breach his defenses. Yet this person had injured him badly enough to make him cough up blood.
Could the Chen Clan have another Titled Douluo hidden away?
The thought flashed through Yan Wufeng's mind, unsettling both his expression and his composure.
He had confirmed time and again that the Chen Clan had only four Titled Douluos.
Meanwhile, six Azure Sea Heavenly Swords streaked across the sky like meteors, their sharpness unmatched.
They split into two groups of three, attacking Luo Ping and Youguang Zhou on either side.
The six blades of sword radiance flashed with light, painting everything around them in brilliant colors.
Of the three blades hurtling toward Youguang Zhou, one was slightly smaller, measuring only sixty or seventy meters long. Yet its