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Bing Ruibo was trapped in dire straits. The scorching flames spewed by the Crimson Flame Demon Tiger surged toward him like a furious tide, threatening to engulf him. Searing waves of heat seemed poised to burn him to ash, while the breath of death clung to him like maggots burrowing into his bones.
At that critical instant, with his life hanging by a thread, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from the summit of Phoenix Mountain. It was as though a heavenly god had swept a brush across the dim battlefield, tracing a pillar of light that soared into the sky.
A figure swiftly emerged within the radiance-an old man dressed in plain white robes.
He stood as proudly as an ancient pine. The soul power flowing around him was gentle as a murmuring stream, yet concealed a force as deep and vast as the ocean. With every step he took, wind and clouds seemed to follow.
The old man's piercing gaze instantly fixed on Bing Ruibo, who was trapped amid the raging flames.
With a graceful sweep of both hands, he conjured an enormous soul power shield out of thin air. Like a crystal-clear yet indestructible barrier of glass, it stood firmly before Bing Ruibo.
When the scorching flames struck the shield, they vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
"A Titled Douluo!"
No one knew who cried out first, but that shout was like a boulder cast into a tranquil lake, sending ripples through the army.
The old man's gaze sharpened. Black soul rings rippled outward around him, their profound darkness seeming to contain boundless mysteries and power.
"Eighth Soul Skill-Sunlight Beam!"
His thunderous roar rang across heaven and earth like the tolling of a mighty bell.