"That's mine!" he roared, and flames around him suddenly surged. He recklessly rushed out of the Spirit Hall's ranks, and molten Soul Power surged on his body, heading straight for Yu Tianheng.
"Presumptuous!"
Dugu Bo's voice was like ice, and the emerald green poison gas instantly condensed into a barrier in mid-air.
Before Yan could even step out of the ranks, a hand slapped down with immense force. With a sharp "smack," Yan was struck as if by a heavy hammer, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground in front of the Spirit Hall's ranks, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, the phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor appearing and disappearing behind him. His eyes, filled with poisonous mist, swept over the Spirit Hall members, and his voice was as cold as ice in the dead of winter. " Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone is good, but if anyone dares to take another step, don't blame my Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison for being merciless."
The elites of the Spirit Hall were stunned by the force of the palm strike and the poisonous aura, and their newly ignited desire to seize it was instantly extinguished.
Xie Yue hurriedly helped Yan up, and seeing the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes— Dugu Bo was truly enraged.
Yan clenched his fists, but ultimately dared not step forward again. He could only watch helplessly as the Soul Bone circulated in Yu Tianheng's hands, his face a mixture of greed and resentment.
The Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, locked in fierce combat, both froze. The moment they saw the Soul Bone, their expressions changed drastically.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's golden pupils constricted sharply, and he hurriedly transmitted his voice to Ghost Douluo: "Damn it! The Titan Giant Ape has been killed, and His Holiness the Pope's plans have been completely ruined! We'll be severely punished when we get back!" He glanced at the Soul Bone in Yu Tianheng's hand and said fiercely, " Old Ghost, the only way to atone for our sins is to seize this Soul Bone and bring it back to the Spirit Hall! I'll hold off Yu Yuanzhen, you go and Soul Bone!"
"Don't worry about me after you get it, just leave. Make sure you bring the Soul Bone back to the Spirit Hall!"
"And what about you?" Ghost Douluo asked.
"Don't worry about me. I'll find a way to leave after you're gone. Yu Yuanzhen may be strong, but as Titled Douluo, he can't stop me if I want to leave!"
Upon hearing this, Ghost Douluo no longer hesitated. His body transformed into an almost transparent black shadow, ignoring the intertwined energy fluctuations in the arena, and shot towards Yu Tianheng like an arrow released from a bow. The yin wind he brought up caused the fallen leaves on the ground to fly backward.
Ghost Douluo's gaunt figure swept through the air like Gui Mei, his scarlet eyes fixed on the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone radiating a faint blue light in Yu Tianheng's hand. His hoarse voice was filled with undisguised greed. "You little brat, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, hand over the Soul Bone, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."
"If you want the Soul Bone, then come and take it!"
"You overestimate yourself! You really think you can ascend to the heavens by absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring that's beyond your level!"
"Today I will show you that among Soul Master, rank determines everything!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Douluo's withered hands formed a seal in front of his chest, and thick black mist surged out from his body. However, due to the Soul Power he had lost in the previous Yu Yuanzhen, it failed to condense into the terrifying form of his Ninth Soul Skill.
A ruthless glint flashed in Ghost Douluo's eyes, and he thrust his hand forward sharply. " Eighth Soul Skill, Ghostly Apparitions!"
In an instant, hundreds of black skulls roared out of the black mist, their eye sockets flickering with eerie green flames. Wherever they passed, even the air rippled with a chilling aura, heading straight for Yu Tianheng's face.
Faced with this overwhelming attack, Yu Tianheng's lips curled into a cold smile. Instead of retreating, he straightened his spine, and a thunderous hum suddenly resounded within his body. He activated the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Prison Suppression Scripture at full power, and a condensed Lightning Pill, as solid as a physical substance, spun wildly within his dantian. Golden lightning instantly spread through his meridians to his limbs and bones.
"A mere trick." Yu Tianheng raised his hand and pointed, a flash of purple-gold lightning in his eyes.
Boom--
The sky seemed to be torn apart, and countless thick Nine Heavens Divine Lightning descended fiercely from the void, the golden lightning weaving into a giant net that enveloped all the black skulls.
The crackling lightning seemed to possess a life of its own, instantly shattering the sinister Soul Power contained within the skull. The remaining lightning even surged upwards against the black mist, forcing Ghost Douluo to retreat repeatedly, his eyes revealing disbelief and astonishment for the first time.
How could this be?!
Ghost Douluo was greatly alarmed.
Unbeknownst to him, his own Martial Soul, Gui Mei, was a Yin spirit, filled with a chilling aura, while Yu Tianheng's Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Prison Suppression Scripture extremely strong and yang, capable of suppressing all evil spirits and Yin spirits.
It can be said that Ghost Douluo was absolutely suppressed in front of Yu Tianheng. Even though Yu Tianheng's Soul Power was not as strong as Ghost Douluo's, he could still overpower him. If it were Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yu Tianheng would probably have to put in a lot of effort.
Even before the lightning that had shattered the Ghostly Apparitions had dissipated, an even more intense fighting spirit ignited in Yu Tianheng's eyes.
He stomped his foot hard on the bluestone beneath his feet, and his figure shot out like an arrow. The speed at which the Lightning Pill spun within his body suddenly increased, and the crackling lightning around him condensed into a Thunder Armor that shimmered with a purple-gold luster.
"My newly acquired Seventh Soul Skill is perfect for you to test it out." Yu Tianheng's voice boomed with thunder, his right fist slowly clenching, each bend of his knuckles causing tiny ripples of lightning to spread through the void.
Ghost Douluo had just regained his footing from the backlash of lightning when he saw his opponent advance instead of retreat. He roared angrily, "You're courting death!" Just as he was about to unleash his Soul Power again, he saw that Yu Tianheng's fist had already gathered Thunder power that made the heavens and earth tremble.
" Seventh Soul Skill - Thunder Mountain-Shattering Fist!"
Golden lightning condensed into a ferocious phantom of a thunder dragon on the surface of his fist. As Yu Tianheng unleashed his punch, the thunder dragon roared and tore through the air, distorting the space in its path with electricity.
The black mist defense summoned by Ghost Douluo was as fragile as paper in the face of this domineering and unparalleled Thunder. The lightning dragon instantly pierced through the defense and slammed solidly into his chest.
"Pfft--" Ghost Douluo was struck as if by a heavy hammer. His withered body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through dozens of giant trees before barely stopping. He spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his eyes were filled with horror and disbelief as he looked at Yu Tianheng.
Hundreds of feet away in the dust and smoke, he struggled to stand up, only to find that his Soul Power was surging violently due to the shock of the punch, and he could not gather it again in a short time.
Before the lightning had completely dissipated, Yu Tianheng's figure had already transformed into a pale purple bolt of lightning, leaving only a distorted ripple in the air behind him.
Ghost Douluo, clutching his chest, had barely managed to stand up straight. Before he could even suppress the metallic taste in his throat, a chilling sensation suddenly ran down the back of his neck. He whirled around, only to catch a glimpse of a fleeting golden-purple afterimage— Yu Tianheng had already appeared behind him.
"Too slow."
A cold voice exploded in my ear, followed by a powerful side kick.
Yu Tianheng's foot, imbued with the power of Thunder, struck Ghost Douluo precisely in the back. With a crisp crack and Ghost Douluo's shrill cry of pain, he was sent flying like a broken sack struck by a giant hammer, crashing heavily into the mountainside and sending up a shower of rubble.