Lang Tiexin stared at the Chen Wenchao brothers, his fighting spirit still unspent and regret lingering in his eyes. Slowly, he fell, finally powerless to keep his heavy eyelids open.
And Lang Weiyuan, the instigator of this war, was no opponent to be taken lightly, yet even he struggled against Chen Xun's attacks and a physique comparable to that of a Titled Douluo.
Chen Xun abruptly activated the astonishing Soul Skill bestowed by his eighty-thousand-year Torso Bone-Seven Kill Saint Body.
This skill had evolved from the Hurricane Demon Wolf King's terrifying innate ability, Purgatory Bloodstorm.
Every three seconds, the blood flooding the battlefield, the scattered corpses, the wounded struggling amid anguished cries, every last ember of life, and the life soul power in the air all became an inexhaustible source of nourishment for this saint body. They continuously poured the fire of life into Chen Xun, sustaining him through battle and making him ever stronger.
Beyond that, it could also condense a blood-red mantle of light around his body, greatly enhancing his attack, defense, and speed.
Such an effect truly lived up to a Holy King-tier Soul Bone.
Ye Xiuxin roamed the perimeter of the battle, replenishing Chen Xun's life force and soul power from time to time.
With such powerful support, Chen Xun wielded his sword like the wind. His combinations of strength-type Soul Skills swept across the battlefield like the ceaseless surge of a mighty river, forcing Lang Weiyuan to retreat again and again.
Against that unstoppable torrent, Lang Weiyuan finally could hold out no longer. His figure swayed amid the endless sword light before crashing to the ground.
Lang Weiyuan said nothing and begged for no mercy. Everything remained unspoken.
Grand Elder Lang Weihong had already fallen like a kite with its string severed. He lay motionless