"I should have killed you the very first time I saw you."
A sinister gleam flashed through Nether Thunder Douluo's eyes. His martial soul was Nether Thunder, which, besides its lightning attribute, also possessed a trace of sinister yin energy.
This sinister yin energy could only be absorbed amid piles of corpses. Thus, the more dead people there were in a place, the faster his strength grew.
If Chen Ping had not arrived so soon, he might have become a genuine rank-93 Titled Douluo in just a few more days.
Added to that were his combat techniques, which combined his martial soul with the soul tools he had developed himself. Through his soul tools, he amplified the power of his soul skills. Every attack contained the powerful characteristics of Nether Thunder. Perhaps he really could have rivaled an ordinary Super Douluo.
But with Chen Ping's arrival, all of this would probably be brought to a complete halt. How could Nether Thunder Douluo possibly accept that?
"Let me see whether that level 90 cultivation of yours is real or fake!"
Nether Thunder Douluo gave a low shout. Nine soul rings in the optimal soul ring ratio descended beneath his feet, and an inky-green glow flickered within the gray-black lightning covering his body.
This was his first soul skill, Nether Corpse Thunder!
And this was only the beginning. Immediately afterward, the second and fifth soul rings beneath Nether Thunder Douluo's feet lit up in succession. Deathly black mist surged, making the yin lightning around him look even more sinister. The originally illusory yin lightning even began turning solid. Bolts of seemingly tangible Nether Thunder erupted, swirling around Nether Thunder Douluo with the shrieks of hell.
Second soul skill, Evil Tide Resentment!
Fifth soul skill, Hell Thunderclap!
Unleashing three soul skills in succession