This power is enough to overwhelm Soul King and Soul Emperor, but for a veteran Soul Douluo, it can only scratch the surface.
As Han Jiang retreated, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He abandoned his initial disdain.
Although the black clone before him couldn't harm him fundamentally, it already made him feel threatened.
"Kid, you've got some skills!"
He suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers clenching inward in the void, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and a stream of water-attribute Soul Power transformed into countless deep blue water whips that simultaneously Entanglement around his Soul Division Martial Soul from all directions.
Each of those water whips was as thick as an arm and varied in length, with a pale blue aura of Soul Power flowing across its surface, as flexible as an octopus's tentacles.
The water whip split and intertwined in the air, forming an impenetrable water net that converged on the Soul Division Martial Soul from six directions: up, down, left, right, front, and back.
The figure of the Soul Division Martial Soul kept flashing and dodging the attacks from the several water whips.
Its wings vibrated rapidly in the narrow space, each vibration causing its body to perform an extreme evasive maneuver.
It sidestepped, leaned back, rolled, and stopped abruptly. But there were simply too many water whips, and the net tightened, leaving it with less and less room to dodge.
Three water whips lashed out simultaneously from the front, left, and overhead. It dodged the first two, but was eventually entangled in the left ankle by the third.
The water whip tightened abruptly the moment it touched the ankle of the Soul Division Martial Soul, like a real python constricting its prey. Countless tiny barbs of Soul Power appeared on the surface of the water whip, deeply embedding themselves into the energy body of the Soul Division Martial Soul.
Those barbs are not physical objects, but energy hooks formed from water-attribute Soul Power.
Their function is not to cause physical damage, but to lock the soul energy of the Soul Division Martial Soul and prevent it from escaping.
"Got you?"
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Han Jiang's lips.
With a sudden yank of his right hand, the water whip dragged the body of the Soul Division Martial Soul from mid-air and slammed it to the ground.
The body of the Soul Division Martial Soul traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the bluestone pavement of the courtyard, creating a shallow crater.
At the same time, Han Jiang conjured a semi-transparent water sword in his left hand.
The sword was about three feet long, with sharp fluctuations of Soul Power flowing across its blade. The air around the edge of the blade was cut by the water-attribute Soul Power, producing a faint hissing sound.
With a flick of his wrist, he sent the water sword piercing straight towards the chest of the Soul Division Martial Soul.
But the Soul Division Martial Soul's face remained expressionless. It looked down at its entangled ankle.
The water whip had embedded itself deeply into its calf, locking away a portion of its soul energy.
It looked up again at the water sword that was thrusting towards it, which rapidly magnified in its field of vision.
There was no fear in those deep eyes; instead, a hint of mockery flashed across them.
The Soul Division Martial Soul is an energy body and has no sense of pain.
It neither dodged nor flinched, but simply lay on the ground, letting the water sword pierce its chest.
The water sword made a hissing sound as it pierced the black body.
That was a neutralization reaction that occurred when water-attribute Soul Power collided with soul energy.
A large amount of black mist escaped from the wound. This black mist was the scattered soul energy of the Soul Division Martial Soul. It tumbled twice in the air and then disappeared without a trace.
Just as the water sword entered his body, the hands of the Soul Division Martial Soul shot out like two black lightning bolts, tightly gripping Han Jiang's wrist that was holding the sword.
The Green Lotus Core Flame and the Bone Spirit Cold Flame spread wildly along its arms toward Han Jiang's arms.
Two extreme Heavenly Flames, one cold and one hot, converged on Han Jiang's arm, producing an extremely strange neutralization reaction as they alternated between hot and cold.
Han Jiang grunted, his composure vanishing completely, replaced by a gloomy and furious twist.
An indescribable, excruciating pain shot through his left arm—a pain he had rarely experienced since becoming Soul Douluo.
His robes and sleeves turned to ash the instant the Heavenly Flames touched them, revealing the skin underneath that was already red and blistering.
Dark red burn marks appeared on the surface of the skin.
Those were the marks left by the ruptured capillaries after being subjected to alternating shocks of extreme cold and heat.
What's more troublesome is that the strange energy of the strange Heavenly Flames is still seeping into his meridians, forcing him to divert some of his Soul Power to resist this invading force.
"You're asking for it!"
Han Jiang roared, and his Soul Power suddenly erupted.
A visible light blue shockwave spread outwards from him, shaking off the hands of the Soul Division Martial Soul.
He was finally completely enraged.
A clone that isn't even a true body was able to injure him, a Soul Douluo. If word got out, where would he put his face in the Spirit Hall?
Sixth Soul Skill: Water Dragon Buries the Heavens!
A deep black light shone on Han Jiang.
This Soul Ring is a deeper color than a typical Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
The air in the entire courtyard suddenly became thick and sticky, as if it had been filled with countless invisible drops of water.
All the water vapor in mid-air was drawn in by this Soul Skill...
Not only the moisture in the air, but also the water in the courtyard water tank, the water in the pond, and even the white mist that had filled the air after the water shield evaporated were all reabsorbed.
It transformed into a giant water dragon, tens of meters long.
The water dragon was deep blue all over, its body as thick as the trunk of an ancient tree, and its scales were clearly visible.
The dragon's head was raised high, its whiskers fluttering, and its eyes, like two deep blue searchlights, locked onto the tiny black figure below.
"Aww~"
The water dragon raised its head and let out a silent roar.
Although the roar was inaudible, it created visible ripples in the surrounding air.
As the dragon coiled, everything in the courtyard trembled violently under its oppressive power.
Dai Wusi had already hidden behind the corridor, but his robes were still fluttering in the air currents from the water dragon.
He looked up at the giant dragon, a flicker of despair in his eyes.
The Soul Division Martial Soul did not dodge. It slowly stood up from the ground, looked down at the wound on its chest from which black mist was constantly emanating, and then looked up at the water dragon hovering in mid-air, about to crash down.
It no longer needs to hide.
Its mission was not to defeat Han Jiang, but to buy time so that Xiao Yan's main body could leave safely.
The time it takes to brew a cup of tea has passed since Han Jiang appeared.
Just as the water dragon was about to crash down, the Soul Division Martial Soul looked up at Han Jiang, a final glimmer of light flashing in its deep eyes.
" Han Jiang, right?"
Its voice was hoarse and deep, yet it reached Han Jiang's ears clearly amidst the howling wind and the roar of the water dragon.
The voice carried an undisguised sarcasm, as well as a sense of composure that the outcome was already decided.
"Go back and tell Bibi Dong, is the dome of the Pope's Palace repaired yet?"
Has His Holiness the Pope recovered from his injuries?
"Let her remember this: if they can destroy her Pope's Palace today, they can destroy her entire Spirit Hall tomorrow."
Han Jiang's expression suddenly changed drastically.
The dark figure before them knew so much; not only did it know the Pope's Palace had been destroyed, but it also knew that Bibi Dong was injured.
These two pieces of information combined can only lead to one conclusion.
"Also, you look pretty impressive, Soul Douluo, stationed in Star Chasing City, managing dozens of people."
But in the end, he was just a watchdog kept by Bibi Dong.
I have something to do today, so I can't play with you.
Next time we meet, I hope you can perform even better than today, and don't disappoint me too much.
As soon as the Soul Division Martial Soul finished speaking, its body began to disintegrate inch by inch from the wound on its chest.
Countless fine black cracks spread outwards from the edge of the wound, and Heavenly Flames flames of blue and white light emanated from the cracks.
Then his entire body transformed into a wisp of faint black smoke, which drifted in the night wind for two breaths before completely dissipating into the moonlight.
Only a few wisps of Heavenly Flames remained in the air, along with the still-throbbing burn mark on Han Jiang's left arm.
Han Jiang watched the dissipating black smoke, his expression undergoing a complex transformation in just a few breaths, from anger to shock to gloom.
He stood in the courtyard of the city lord's mansion, which had been razed to the ground, his water-attribute Soul Power still surging around him.
The enormous water dragon hovered in the air for a moment, then, having lost its target, it finally transformed into a torrential downpour that poured down over the entire Star Chasing City.
Rain pelted his singed beard and bare left arm, and his lips trembled slightly.
He couldn't keep Xiao Yan.
They didn't even see Xiao Yan's shadow; they only fought a clone.
The opponent's clone could withstand several rounds of attacks from him, injure him with its Heavenly Flames, and even calmly taunt him before his Soul Skill could be unleashed.
If the true form were present, that sword strike would have the power to cleave through the Pope's Palace.
It took the combined efforts of three Titled Douluo to unleash their Martial Soul Avatar to barely block the power...
Han Jiang wondered if he should feel fortunate.
He looked down at the Heavenly Flames on his left arm, which was still throbbing faintly.
The burn marks were dark red, and the surface had begun to bubble, with a thin layer of frost forming at the edges.
Most strangely, the greenish-blue patterns left by the Green Lotus Core Flame could still be faintly seen on the skin around the burn marks. The power of the two Heavenly Flames was still intertwined on the surface of his skin, causing him to feel a stinging pain of ice and fire every time he moved his arm.
He pressed his hand against the burn mark, and a sharp pain shot through his fingertips.
This injury will probably take several days to heal.
Meanwhile, Dai Wusi silently lowered his head behind the corridor.
His hands, hidden in his sleeves, were still trembling slightly.
That was an instinctive reaction from someone who had survived a near-death experience. When the water dragon appeared over the Han Jiang, he thought he was going to die there that night.
But Xiao Yan's clone not only blocked Han Jiang's attack, but also thoroughly humiliated the Soul Douluo before dissipating.
The corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, and a relieved smile quietly appeared on his pale face.
But he quickly suppressed that smile.
Han Jiang was still standing in the courtyard. If he revealed even the slightest flaw, this vengeful Soul Douluo would definitely not let him off the hook.
He shrank back behind the pillar, his expression changing back to one of fear and bewilderment.
This is the role he's best at playing: a terrified, useless city lord.