"Holy Maiden, leave the old poisoner to me. You don't need to dirty your hands!"
Bloodthirsty Douluo took over the main attack position from Qian Yuelong, his pitch-black seventh spirit ring surging with dark light.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"
The two voices overlapped.
Dark green and purplish-black poisonous fog spread together.
At the same time that Bloodthirsty Douluo activated his Martial Soul True Form, Dugu Bo also dared not be careless and activated his Martial Soul True Form at the same time. His entire body was covered with turquoise scales, and even his hair was covered with a deep turquoise light. He used all his strength.
Opposite him, behind the Bloodthirsty Douluo, the round, bulging porcupine spirit with countless purple spikes opened its mouth and inhaled the poisonous mist that shimmered with a purplish-black halo. It suddenly multiplied, forming a confrontation with the giant Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor, which hissed and flicked its tongue.
The Bloodthirsty Douluo's body was like an inflated balloon, with many purplish-black spikes, just like his porcupine spirit, emerging from his body and covering his entire surface. His hands had also transformed into cone-shaped purplish-black spikes, and his whole body was emanating a dense purplish-black poisonous mist.
"roar--!"
The Azure Phosphorous Serpent King, manifesting behind Dugu Bo, gleamed with a sinister light and let out a menacing roar. Its azure scales surged with layers of light in a rhythmic pattern, and its more than twenty-meter-long serpent body lashed out at the Dark Soul Guards who were blocking the perimeter with their knight's lances.
The strength and speed of a Title Douluo-level expert are almost overwhelming to a Soul Master with a low Soul Power level.
Some of the Dark Soul Guards who couldn't dodge in time were hit by the snake tail and the aftershocks of the explosion. Some died instantly, while others broke several ribs and coughed up blood.
Qian Yuelong's expression changed slightly. She unleashed her third soul skill at one of her own men who was still breathing, activating the "Hanging Branches of Jacaranda" worn in her hair. The vines that burst from the ground wrapped around the wounded Dark Soul Guard and carried him away from the battle.
"Withdraw from the battle line immediately! Send men in shifts to guard the palace gates and Emperor Xueye's bedchamber! No one is to be allowed to enter unless the Royal Knights arrive!"
Qian Yuelong made a decisive decision.
The remaining Dark Soul Guards, whose movements were unimpeded and whose injuries were not serious, took out a small porcelain bottle from their pockets and quickly gave it to the nearest brother. Then, those who were injured took one themselves and swiftly ran towards the palace gate and the Snow Night Emperor's bedroom to deliver the message to the others.
Tang San, who was struggling to deal with Xue Qinghe, noticed the porcelain bottle that the Dark Soul Guards on the edge had taken out. He guessed what it was, and his expression changed drastically. He was once again shocked by the strength that the Spirit Hall had shown.
There are medicines for wounds in this world, but they are mostly for sprains and bruises.
The tonic pills he once gave his father were made from many relatively rare and precious herbs in this world.
The Spirit Hall has countless powerful Soul Masters. Soul Kings are rare even in other empires, but they are only considered average in the Spirit Hall.
Even under such conditions, they were still able to prepare porcelain bottles for every Soul Master.
Fifty-four people means at least fifty-four.
They actually have such reserves?!
In a brief moment of distraction, Xue Qinghe, whose attention was entirely on Tang San, noticed his lapse in concentration and suddenly increased the output of his soul power. With a "boom," the golden sword light unleashed by the Angel Sword shattered the Blue Silver Overlord Spear in Tang San's hand, which was also formed using a soul skill.
The golden blade light chased straight after Tang San.
Tang San was startled. His blood-red sixth soul ring trembled, and he activated Void, one of the 100,000-year soul skills sacrificed by Xiao Wu. The sword light pierced through Tang San's body.
The golden-veined blue silver vines surged out from behind him in an instant, cushioning his impact. He was still forced back more than twenty meters before stopping, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes coldly fixed on the blond youth in mid-air.
Xue Qinghe, wielding the Angel Sword formed from his soul skill, with two pairs of pure white wings fluttering behind him, looked down at Tang San, who had been knocked back more than twenty meters in a disheveled state:
"You dare to lose focus during a battle? Tang San, who do you think you're underestimating?"
He thought Tang San was a smart person, but he was wrong again.
This person is an idiot.
Tang San felt a persistent tightness and pain in his chest.
He coughed twice, spitting out a few drops of blood, and quickly took in the situation of the other people on the battlefield with his peripheral vision.
The slender Serpent Spear Douluo, wielding a twelve-foot-long, forked spear with a curved tip, fought fiercely against Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po clan, who wielded the Soul-Breaking Spear shrouded in blood-red light.
Both of them merged themselves with the weapon spirits in their hands, and each clash left a trail of afterimages. The intensity of the battle could only be judged by the explosions in the air.
If Tang San hadn't activated his spiritual power and used his Purple Demon Eye the moment Qian Yuelong made her move, he wouldn't have been able to see the situation of their battle.
On Dugu Bo's side, the Bloodthirsty Douluo, with his more domineering control over poison, had the upper hand.
Each time the Azure Phosphorus Serpent King spewed out its thick venom, the porcupine, which had expanded into a giant balloon, would open its mouth and swallow it whole, like a dragon sucking water, leaving not a single drop.
After the venom of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King, which terrified countless people, was absorbed by the porcupine, it not only became vigorous and energetic, but its ferocious purplish-black spikes were also shrouded in a layer of blue halo.
Similar to how Dugu Bo forced the poison of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent King into his soul bone to alleviate his own poisoning symptoms, the Bloodthirsty Douluo also forced the deadly poison released by Dugu Bo into the spikes of his own martial soul.
In the realm of poisons, where Dugu Bo excels, Bloodthirsty Douluo is far more adept.
Moreover, Qian Yuelong was lurking nearby, waiting for an opportunity to launch an attack, leaving Dugu Bo in a very difficult situation.
Tang San knew he couldn't delay any longer. He looked at Xue Qinghe, who was high above him, and his gaze darkened. Black light shot out from his palm as he switched his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul to the Clear Sky Hammer. He was going all out and used the Clear Sky Hammer Technique—Chaotic Cloak Hammer—which he had practiced diligently under Tang Hao's supervision for the past two years.
Even though his sixth spirit ring was a 100,000-year spirit ring, Tang San's cultivation level and physical abilities were still far inferior to Xue Qinghe's.
The final result is self-evident.
"Beep,"
Xue Qinghe casually flicked Tang San's blood off the Angel Sword.
He raised his left hand, his thumb wiping away a trace of crimson blood from the corner of his mouth. His handsome features became more profound under the overflowing golden halo, and were coated with a layer of cold yet sacred luster.
He looked at Tang San, who was struggling to breathe under the combined pressure of the Angelic Domain and Lotus Heart Domain, whose power was doubled by the Martial Soul True Body. His gaze then swept over the Eight Spider Lances legs that "he" had severed during the fierce battle behind Tang San, and he spoke coldly and contemptuously:
"Tang San, none of the three of you will survive today."
Qian Yuelong, who helped suppress Dugu Bo and occasionally used her self-created soul skills to blast Yang Wudi, glanced sideways, a hint of expectation rising in her eyes.
She cannot attack Tang San, but as the "villain" destined to oppose the protagonist, "Brother" can reasonably kill Tang San.
Maybe it will succeed?
"Your life ends here!"
Qian Yuelong's thoughts overlapped with Xue Qinghe's voice.
The fifth jet-black soul ring around him flashed, the divine aura in the angelic domain became even stronger, and golden light began to converge towards the longsword in his hand.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Angelic Judgment!"
To cut the weeds, you must nip them in the bud!
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