"You madman!" Soul Douluo gritted his teeth, swinging his golden battle axe again. His Soul Skill, combined with the power of his Soul Tool, made him descend like a burning meteorite, the battle axe slamming heavily into Toji once more. The ground collapsed, the shockwave sweeping a hundred meters, turning the entire study into ruins.
"He should be dead by now, right?" Soul Douluo gasped, staring intently into the depths of the smoke and dust.
However, a low laugh came from the ruins, shattering Soul Douluo's illusion.
As the smoke and dust cleared, Toji knelt on one knee, his body covered in blood, yet his aura strangely rose.
Fine golden dragon scales appeared on his face, his blood boiled, and his bones emitted a metallic clang as they healed.
"Finally... I've reached my limit. Thank you for helping me improve my cultivation."
He slowly raised his head, his pupils now completely transformed into golden, vertical dragon-like pupils.
"I bet you had a lot of fun just now, right?"
Toji's fist was instantly enveloped in golden light, and his body was filled with a violent and scorching aura. With each step he took, the ground trembled, as if even the earth was shaking with his anger.
Soul Douluo's face turned deathly pale instantly; he could clearly feel the Destruction power contained in that punch.
No, no, we can't take it head-on!
His body instinctively wanted to back away, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot by an invisible force, unable to move.
"Now it's my turn. Take this punch."
Toji's roar was like a thunderclap, and his fist slammed into Soul Douluo with unstoppable force.
In that instant, the whole world seemed to fall silent, as if time itself had stopped for that one punch.
The force of the punch was like a violent hurricane, sweeping through the surrounding air and tearing everything to pieces.
Soul Douluo's body twisted instantly under the impact of that punch, then flew away in a parabolic arc.
His body was instantly ejected from the study, tracing a long arc. The ground thousands of meters behind him rapidly cracked, and the building collapsed into ruins in an instant.
Finally, he crashed heavily into a building inside the palace, and the entire building collapsed instantly upon impact, turning into rubble.
Soul Douluo's body lay silently amidst the rubble, lifeless.
The surrounding air became deathly still at that moment. The shockwave from that earth-shattering punch continued to spread outwards, stirring up the surrounding dust and rocks and forming vortexes of dust.
Toji slowly withdrew his fist, exhaled a long breath, Bloodline Power slowly subsided, but his aura was several times stronger than before!
Level 60!
The tempering between life and death allowed his physical body to completely break through its limits, officially stepping into the Soul Emperor realm!
He looked down at his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and a wildly arrogant smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Don't let his current level of 60 fool you; he's confident he can fight Titled Douluo without being at a disadvantage, and might even be able to defeat one of them in a one-on-one fight.
Toji's gaze sharpened as he swept towards Di Qiu'er. Di Qiu'er had just finished her battle; another Soul Douluo had fallen to her spear.
The two exchanged a glance, then tacitly walked together toward the terrified Third Prince.
Toji said, "Two Soul Douluo as guards are impressive, but unfortunately, they're not enough to fight. However, they're certainly qualified to be my sparring partners."
The third prince collapsed to the ground, his legs weak, and he scrambled to escape.
Toji a disdainful smile, her hand reaching out like an eagle's claw, easily grabbing the Third Prince's collar as if she were picking up a chick.
With a gentle lift of his arm, he lifted the Third Prince up and then turned and flew back the way he came.
Di Qiu'er followed closely behind, and the two quickly disappeared into the ruins, leaving behind only a mess and rows of cold corpses.
Before long, they returned to Xu Tianran's bedroom.
More than a dozen corpses were already laid out in the room, Xu Tianran was waiting for their return with a gloomy face.
Toji strode into the room, casually tossed the Third Prince to the ground, where he fell heavily to the ground with a thud.
The third prince rolled several times on the ground before finally stopping in front of Xu Tianran's wheelchair. He looked up tremblingly and met the icy killing intent surging in his brother's purple eyes.
"Third brother, oh third brother, I never expected to see you again."
Do you remember who it was that made me survive, even though I'm now disabled?
Faced with Xu Tianran's rage, the Third Prince trembled. He stared intently at Xu Tianran, a fierce glint in his eyes.
" Xu Tianran, don't be so smug! Father Emperor will not let you get away with this; this is an act of treason!"
"Haha, Father?" Xu Tianran suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with bitterness and mockery. "Do you take me for a fool? If this is treasonous, then what about you killing your own elder brother?"
"Big... Big Brother..." Faced with Xu Tianran's questioning, the originally ruthless Third Prince immediately cowered, his voice hoarse and broken, "I was wrong... I was wrong, it's all the Holy Spirit Cult's fault, they forced me to! They used evil magic to control me, bewitching me to kill you!"
Xu Tianran chuckled softly and slowly pushed his wheelchair closer.
The sound of metal bearings grinding against the ground was particularly jarring in the deathly silent bedchamber.
"Third brother..." He leaned down with difficulty from his wheelchair, his cold fingers tracing the blood-stained face of the Third Prince, "Do you know what I was thinking when my legs were crippled?"
A jet-black soul-guided dagger slid into Xu Tianran's palm.
"I'm thinking..." Xu Tianran suddenly plunged the dagger into the Third Prince's thigh, "How to... cut off pieces of your flesh!"
"Ah--!!"
A piercing scream echoed throughout the bedchamber as the Third Prince struggled frantically, but Xu Tianran only laughed more heartily.
Xu Tianran turned the knife handle and slowly and methodically cut off a piece of flesh.
"Please..." the Third Prince pleaded, tears streaming down his face, "For the sake of us being brothers..."
"Brothers?" Xu Tianran suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh so maniacal it sent chills down one's spine. "Then do you know, because of you..."
The dagger plunged viciously into the Third Prince's crotch!
"I have lost the ability to be a man!!!"
Blood splattered on Xu Tianran's pale face, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.
After stabbing him, he looked at Toji, who was watching the show from the side, and handed over the storage ring in his hand.
"This is Level 9 Soul Tool. Please inspect it, sir."
Toji stepped forward, took the storage ring, and after injecting his Bloodline Power into it, Toji saw that it was indeed Level 9 Soul Tool, along with an instruction manual, which was clearly very thoughtful.
"Yes, it is indeed Level 9 Soul Tool. Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." Toji naturally understood that Xu Tianran was trying to get rid of him. "Then, I will take my leave. Please enjoy this person at your leisure, Your Highness."
"You rascal." Xu Tianran chuckled, letting the other person leave with a flourish.
Xu Tianran's gaze returned to the Third Prince:
"Alright, now it's your turn to pay the price. I'll make you pay a price far worse than me losing my legs and my ability to be a man!"
"No, don't, don't ah ah ah ah!!!"
His screams echoed throughout the arena, but unfortunately, no one would come to save him tonight.