The two mighty forces collided in midair with a deafening crash. The nearby forest trembled, as though it were about to be torn apart.
The starlight struck Chen Shihua's body with a thunderous boom, sending her flying into a large tree.
Chen Shihua struggled to her feet. Pain threatened to tear her body apart, and she had almost no strength left to support herself.
Her face was pale and cold sweat streamed down her skin, but she made no sound.
Chen Shihua's sword also struck Xing Ye Douluo with a dull thud. He tumbled through the air, then staggered twenty or thirty paces backward upon landing.
Yet only a few breaths later, Xing Ye Douluo began walking toward Chen Shihua, a cold gleam in his eyes.
This Soul Douluo of the Chen Clan had reached her limit. He needed only one more attack to end the battle.
But Chen Shihua still refused to give up. She clenched the longsword in her hand, her body beginning to tremble.
"Rest in peace! Fifth Soul Skill-Breath of Xing Ye!"
Xing Ye Douluo pointed forward. Countless fine threads of starlight instantly shot from his fingertip, darting like nimble silver snakes as they sliced toward Chen Shihua.
"Fourth Soul Skill-Sword Encircling Heaven and Earth!"
A Sword-Shaped Light Pillar pierced through the air from afar, bursting with brilliant light in midair like a dazzling bolt of lightning between heaven and earth.
The pillar instantly formed a massive sphere of light, blocking Xing Ye Douluo's Starlight Threads outside it.
"Who is it?" Xing Ye Douluo demanded, startled and uncertain.
"Old Xing Ye, you're not quite good enough to kill my sister right before my eyes!" Chen Cong approached from afar, nine Soul Rings surrounding him, his voice gentle yet confident.
His figure flickered through the air, appearing