"Don't you think… this is a perfect place for a burial?"
The calm words drifted through the air, sending a chill down the spines of Death God Douluo and Snow Wolf Douluo. An overwhelming sense of danger surged in their hearts, as if the very temperature around them had dropped. Their bodies tensed involuntarily as an oppressive aura spread.
Though bound by the Death Chains, Chen Xiaoming now exuded the presence of a fierce tiger ready to pounce, a stark contrast to the seemingly helpless state he had displayed moments before.
"Attack together."
Snow Wolf Douluo's expression hardened as his soul power erupted, his soul rings flashing brilliantly beneath him.
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black.
Two yellow, two purple, five black—the standard soul ring configuration.
His martial soul, the Snow Wolf, instantly possessed his body. Bones cracked and shifted, his muscles swelling with explosive force, shredding the black robes he wore.
Every muscle stood out sharply. The surrounding temperature plummeted as his transformation took hold.
Snow-white fur spread across his entire body. With a flick of his ten fingers, razor-sharp claws, resembling short daggers, extended from his hands. Each wolf claw gleamed with a sinister, cold light.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Simultaneously, the seventh soul rings beneath both their feet flared with radiant brilliance, engulfing them in intense light.
The crushing pressure emanating from Chen Xiaoming forced them to unleash their Martial Soul True Bodies from the start.
A colossal phantom of a Death Scythe emerged, standing over fifty meters tall. Swirling with a terrifying black aura, chains of the underworld lashed through the air, emitting explosive cracking sounds.
At this moment, Death God Douluo seemed to have truly become a harbinger of death. Gripping the enormous scythe, his entire figure was shrouded in black mist. The eighth soul ring beneath him pulsed ominously.
"Roar!"
With a deafening roar, Snow Wolf Douluo's body burst into golden light. Already massive, his physique expanded like an inflating balloon.
In the blink of an eye, he towered over nine meters tall. His muscles swelled grotesquely, and his snow-white fur grew wildly. In this moment, he had completely transformed into a true Snow Wolf.
His ninth soul ring shone intensely. His fearsome wolf claws radiated a dark light as he lunged toward Chen Xiaoming.
Despite the combined assault of two Titled Douluo, Chen Xiaoming remained utterly indifferent, merely watching them approach with a detached gaze.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Death's Pursuit."
"Ninth Soul Skill—Blood Requiem."
The towering Death Scythe descended from above. Its terrifying force alone tore through the surrounding air, producing a piercing shriek.
It was as if the very embodiment of death had arrived, reaping souls with eerie wails echoing in its wake.
Snow Wolf Douluo's ninth soul ring detached and fused into his wolf claws, which then slashed toward Chen Xiaoming.
A dark aura surrounded his claws, distorting the space around them as they ripped forward. A thick scent of blood flooded the battlefield.
"Is this really all you've got?"
Chen Xiaoming, who had been waiting all this time, shook his head lightly. He had no expectations, but this was truly disappointing.
"How underwhelming."
With a faint step forward, an ethereal ripple spread out. Beneath him, nine blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul rings manifested, the sheer presence of which seemed to freeze the surrounding space.
An overwhelming wave of soul power erupted, instantly enveloping the battlefield.
Death God Douluo and Snow Wolf Douluo's expressions twisted in sheer terror as they stared at the crimson rings, their faces drained of color.
"T-Titled Douluo?!"
Nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings.
A Titled Douluo of such caliber was beyond comprehension. Both of them were utterly stunned.
According to the Spirit Hall's intelligence gathered from Shrek Academy, Chen Xiaoming was supposed to be merely a Soul Saint!
If they had known they were facing a Titled Douluo with nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings, there was no way they would have been sent alone. That would be nothing short of a death sentence!
"Run!"
Their intelligence had been completely wrong.
As experienced Titled Douluo, they instantly understood their predicament. Without hesitation, they unleashed their full attacks, using the moment of impact to flee.
A Titled Douluo with nine ten-thousand-year soul rings—there was no way they could fight such a monster.
"Ding."
A faint chime echoed.
An immense wave of soul power pressure instantly crashed down on the two of them. It was as if an entire mountain range had settled onto their shoulders, pinning them in place. Their escape came to an abrupt halt.
"First Soul Skill—Whiplash."
Countless vines surged forward, intercepting their attacks effortlessly.
But in reality, against a Titled Douluo at rank 91, the difference in soul power was so vast that Chen Xiaoming didn't even need to use his sixth soul skill.
Just his first soul skill had completely neutralized their offense.
"Impossible!"
The two Titled Douluo gawked in sheer horror.
Their combined attacks had been nullified with a single move—a mere first soul skill!
"Pathetically weak."
Chen Xiaoming shook his head in disappointment.
The difference between rank 91 and himself was already over five times in terms of soul power alone. Adding in the hundred-thousand-year soul rings, the gap was simply insurmountable.
It was like a Soul King bullying a Soul Master—an unfair, one-sided slaughter.
"So, the Spirit Hall thinks so little of me? They sent just the two of you to die?"
He was genuinely puzzled.
With his strength, they should have sent someone at Ghost Douluo's level at the very least.
Did these two somehow offend Bibi Dong, and were sent here as cannon fodder?
Chen Xiaoming scrutinized them. The more he looked, the more convinced he became—they had been sent to die.
At this moment, Death God Douluo and Snow Wolf Douluo were utterly desperate.
They had only one thought: if they somehow survived this, they would personally kill whoever provided that faulty intelligence.
How could someone this terrifying be mistaken for a mere Soul Saint?!
But there was no miracle.
Just as they were about to beg for their lives, Chen Xiaoming waved his hand impatiently.
Countless vines erupted, piercing through their bodies like spears. In mere moments, they were reduced to lifeless pincushions.
"Forget it. Dead is dead."
It didn't matter whether they were truly sacrificial pawns or not.
They had attacked him. And that meant they had to die.
In this world, if you kill, you must also be prepared to be killed.
"No…"
As they gazed down at their mutilated bodies, their eyes filled with unwillingness.
But in the face of absolute power, they hadn't even had the chance to resist.
Their life force faded, and their heads drooped lifelessly.
Watching them fall, Chen Xiaoming shook his head slightly. Then, with a flick of his finger, a vine shot toward Death God Douluo's left arm.
With a sharp crack, a crystal-clear soul bone was forcibly extracted, landing in Chen Xiaoming's palm.
Gazing at the softly pulsating soul bone, Chen Xiaoming's eyes gleamed with interest.
"So this… is a soul bone?"
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