Soul King, Die!

Squelch!

Lin Yang's arm, severed at the shoulder, regenerated in an instant.

Even his internal organs, already shattered into pulp, swiftly returned to their original state, exactly as they had been.

This was the power of the Demon God Body. Its terrifying regenerative ability gave Lin Yang far more room for error.

Naturally, Dai Ziming witnessed this scene.

His pupils abruptly contracted, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Regrowing severed limbs-this... this simply was not regenerative power a human should possess.

Even the legendary Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul could never achieve anything like this.

The only possibility was that this brat possessed a Soul Bone, and an exceptionally high-quality one at that.

At this thought, Dai Ziming's eyes instantly filled with greed.

No matter how many secrets this brat before him held, he would dig them all out, bit by bit.

Lin Yang naturally saw Dai Ziming's expression and could roughly guess his thoughts.

But it no longer mattered. The two were now mortal enemies, locked in a struggle that would only end in death.

Whatever the final outcome, the winner would take all, and the loser would eat dust. It had always been this way.

Shaking his arm, Lin Yang pulled up the Nichirin Blade and rose to his feet again.

Dai Ziming said nothing either. After their earlier exchange, the contempt in his eyes had long since vanished completely.

He had already paid the price for underestimating his opponent, and naturally would not repeat that mistake.

Facing this bizarre brat, even as a Soul King, the slightest carelessness could leave him capsized in a gutter. He had no choice but to go all out.

A Soul King having to go all out against a Soul Grandmaster-if word got out, people would laugh their teeth out.

Yet that very thing was happening before their eyes.

The two soon launched into another round of slaughter, even more brutal than before.

Nichirin Blade in hand, Lin Yang slashed repeatedly. Flames burst forth with the blade's light, trailing wave upon wave of scorching heat through the air.

Clang, clang, clang...

The sharp blades on Dai Ziming's tiger palms collided with the Nichirin Blade, sending sparks flying.

His speed was also astonishing, his movements elusive, and he frequently launched sneak attacks from all sorts of treacherous angles.

"Hiss-!"

With a hissing breath, Lin Yang abruptly changed his footwork.

His figure flickered, splitting into three afterimages that slashed at Dai Ziming from three directions at once.

Sun Breathing, Fourth Form: Mirage Sun Rainbow-Triple Shadow!

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

A white barrier instantly enveloped Dai Ziming's entire body.

"First Soul Skill, Sharp Gold!"

A sharp gleam suddenly empowered the Nichirin Blade, slicing straight through the seemingly indestructible barrier like a hot knife through butter.

Dai Ziming's expression changed. This blade was actually a Martial Soul, not a weapon.

He stamped down hard and retreated.

Although his Martial Soul was a white tiger, he was better at using speed and Soul Skills to keep opponents in check than fighting at close quarters.

Lin Yang stepped forward, and his slashes suddenly accelerated.

Countless sharp strands of blade Qi formed a dense net, reaching a dizzying intensity.

Sun Breathing, Fifth Form: Flame Tiger-Flurry!

In the space of a single breath, Sharp Gold Qi tore through the air. Dai Ziming's robes were instantly slashed to tatters, and crisscrossing blade wounds appeared across the other parts of his body as well.

The next moment, a scorching ball of light suddenly condensed before Dai Ziming's chest. He raised his hand and pushed, unleashing a searing white wave of light with astonishing power.

This attack was not meant to injure, but to open up distance between himself and Lin Yang.

"Flesh Thorns!"

The battlefield was covered in the blood Lin Yang had spilled.

With a thought, countless flesh thorns burst from the ground, forming layer upon layer before him.

Boom!

The violent explosion instantly sent dust billowing into the sky.

Countless thorns were torn apart by the white light in an instant.

But for every thorn lost, even more blood-red thorns regenerated.

Just then, Lin Yang, hiding behind the thorns, suddenly sensed a deadly threat.

Amid the dust, a black Soul Ring abruptly lit up, and more than half of Dai Ziming's Soul Power vanished.

In its place appeared the enormous phantom of a white tiger, radiating terrifying fluctuations that made the heart tremble.

Dai Ziming's face was somewhat pale, a savage smile spreading across his delicate features.

"Die!"

Fifth Soul Skill, White Tiger Heaven-Breaking Thrust.

Lin Yang's presence had already been completely locked onto.

A ray of gold light, condensed to the utmost, shot from the white tiger's mouth, turning into a straight golden beam that pierced his chest in an instant.

The scorching golden light seemed intent on burning him clean away from the inside out.

A fierce glint flashed through Lin Yang's eyes. He hurled the Nichirin Blade straight at Dai Ziming.

This seemingly ridiculous attack made Dai Ziming burst into hearty, unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha, is this an ant's dying struggle?"

Amid Dai Ziming's laughter, Lin Yang's body rapidly burned to ashes, and a crystalline, translucent Soul Bone fell to the ground.

A brilliant gleam flashed in Dai Ziming's eyes, and his taut nerves instantly relaxed.

A Soul Bone had already dropped. That meant the brat was absolutely dead.

Just as he lifted his foot, preparing to collect his spoils, a subdued red light

flashed past like blood-colored lightning, sweeping straight across his neck.

Dai Ziming's body abruptly froze. His head instantly separated from his body and hit the ground with a thud, kicking up clouds of dust.

The last thing he saw was Lin Yang, with only half his body remaining.

Blood-red vines supported his body. He held the Nichirin Blade in one hand, his scarlet eyes staring coldly at Dai Ziming.

"How could..."

With that final bewilderment, Dai Ziming's consciousness sank completely into darkness.

With only half his body left, Lin Yang could no longer hold himself up and fell to the ground. Looking at the thoroughly dead Dai Ziming, he gave a faint smile.

This victory had been hard-won, but he had won in the end.

From the very beginning, he had known the gap between himself and a Soul King was simply too vast. Winning through a direct assault was almost impossible.

The reason he had charged into battle with such fearless disregard for death was to scatter his flesh and blood across the entire battlefield.

On the one hand, it was to create an opening;

on the other, it would allow the illusion constructed by "Invisibility" to better conceal his flesh and blood.

When Dai Ziming unleashed his fifth Soul Skill, he knew his opportunity had arrived.

He had thrown the Nichirin Blade to keep Dai Ziming from discovering he was still alive.

Even leaving the Soul Bone behind had been a deception.

He had sent the Nichirin Blade, along with the Blue Silver Emperor, over to his severed flesh and blood.

All so he could deliver the deadliest slash the instant his opponent let down his guard.

Fortunately... he was the one left standing in the end.

Of course, the price had been brutal enough as well.

For that final slash, nearly all the Soul Power within him had gone toward restoring his body, leaving him almost completely drained.

Fortunately, Blue Silver had continuously supplied him with Soul Power, allowing him to hold on.

Meanwhile, the instant Dai Ziming died, the guards nearby broke into an uproar.

Their master was dead. As his guards, they would certainly not escape responsibility.

But if they could kill the culprit, perhaps they could redeem themselves through that achievement.

Lin Yang could not be bothered to spare another glance at the guards whose eyes were growing increasingly vicious. They were all going to die anyway.

"Blue Silver..." Lin Yang paused, then said softly,

"Ah Yin, I'll leave them to you."

The Blue Silver Emperor suddenly grew from Lin Yang's chest, swaying her gold-patterned leaves as though extremely excited.

Blue Silver Domain, expand!

Then the ground shook violently.

Countless deep-blue vines burst from the earth like giant serpents awakening, enveloping all the guards.

Blue Silver Thorn Array!

The vines abruptly hardened, each one sharp as a spear.

They suddenly shot upward from below, tearing through the air and piercing every guard's chest with cold precision.

For a time, cries for fathers and mothers rose one after another.

But the vines turned a deaf ear. Like the scythe of the god of death, they harvested lives mercilessly and efficiently.

Before long, every sound came to an abrupt halt.

All that restless aggression and killing intent, ignorant of its own limits, was nailed dead within this forest.

At that moment, Ah Yin sent him a thought. Lin Yang looked at the cages still covered in black cloth. Inside were the only living people left.

"Spare those women."

The domain slowly withdrew, and the vines silently receded, leaving only a ground strewn with lifeless bodies.

The Blue Silver Emperor swayed her body, then quietly withdrew into Lin Yang once more, as though nothing had happened.