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The burly old man guarding Chen Zhang's left flank-Zhu Yanfeng, whose youthful appearance had been restored-reacted with lightning speed!
Dense, earthen-yellow Soul Power erupted from his towering frame. He surged a step forward and roared:
"Fifth Soul Skill-Stone Armor Shield!"
An enormous, thick, dark-yellow stone shield instantly formed, blocking the space before Chen Zhang.
Clang-!!!
The Netherworld Ghost Claw slammed into the giant shield with a heaven-shaking crash.
Frenzied dark Soul Power and lethally poisonous black flames battered the Rock Barrier. The shield shuddered violently, spiderweb cracks spreading across its surface in an instant.
That overwhelming force surged through the shield. Zhu Yanfeng's body lurched, and he was driven back five heavy, thudding steps, each footfall gouging a deep, cracked pit and scattering dust and shattered stone.
Yet he did not fall. Instead, he steadied himself, a cold, wild sneer spreading across his thickly bearded face. "Hmph! Level 93? A Titled Douluo's claws? Is that all? Are you trying to scratch an itch for me?!"
Just as Zhu Yanfeng met the Titled Douluo head-on and bore that terrifying blow, the lean-faced old man on the right, Xia Yun, made his move!
His figure flickered as he darted toward the blind spot on Ming Xingyun's flank. His fingers formed a seal, and he cried sharply:
"Sixth Soul Skill-Falling Blossoms!"
Hum!
Countless pale-pink cherry blossoms formed from Soul Power appeared out of thin air, their edges glittering with cold sharpness. Beautiful and delicate though they seemed, these petals held a terrifying cutting force capable of slicing through refined gold.
They became a dazzling yet deadly pink torrent, sweeping toward Ming Xingyun from every direction with a piercing whistle that made the scalp crawl.
"Fifth Master!" Xia Yun called sharply.
No further words were needed!
Chen Zhang had