"You're courting death!"
Seeing Jiang Yun seize the other half of the Three Thousand Burning Flame, Yun Yi gave a cold shout. Black mist spread behind him, followed by the clatter of chains, and a chilling blast of force shot straight at Jiang Yun's face.
Sensing that vicious, treacherously angled force, Jiang Yun frowned. Purple light flashed in his eyes, and terrifying soul power surged up.
In an instant, a transparent purple longsword shot from Jiang Yun's eyes, slashing toward the space between Yun Yi's brows.
"What terrifying soul power!"
The moment Jiang Yun's soul power erupted, astonishment once again flashed across the faces of those around him. They had already lost count of how many times Jiang Yun had shocked them.
"His soul power has already touched the Heaven Realm. Did he start cultivating in his mother's womb?!"
Sensing Jiang Yun's soul power, the Hall of Souls' Great Heavenly Venerate stared in shock at the Soul Storm behind him, momentarily questioning everything he knew.
"A Soul Skill, and not a low-grade one!" Compared to the others, Hun Miesheng focused on something entirely different. He stared intently at the purple longsword shooting from Jiang Yun's eyes, beginning to judge which mighty figure Jiang Yun might be connected to.
Soul Skills were scarce on the Dou Qi Continent. Only the major Emperor Clans possessed relatively complete inheritances, and among them, the Hun Clan had the most information in this field.
Yet even so, he could not identify the origin of Jiang Yun's Soul Skill.
"Hmph, you think having a Soul Skill means you can do anything to me?" Facing Jiang Yun's attack, Yun Yi snorted coldly, then let out a long cry. "Devouring Armor!"
Buzz! Buzz!
Pitch-black flames seeped from his body, slowly condensing on its surface into a suit of