Chapter 39: The Unrivaled Soul Skill Displays Divine Might, Instantly Kills the Soul King, Dominating the Entire Arena!_1

In the dark forest, the campfire had long been extinguished.

In the night, the man's blood-red Soul Ring was so dazzling and glaring.

Reflected in everyone's widened eyes.

The man's echoing words were filled with amusement, Zhu Zhuyun found them particularly grating to the ear.

She hadn't expected the tables to turn so swiftly; the ridicule she had just cast at the other party was thrown back in her face in an instant.

Her delicate fingers covered her agape cherry lips, concealing the intense shock within her, her eyelashes quivering in stillness as the man's image massively enlarged in her sight.

Looking at the rare hundred-thousand-year soul ring, Zhu Zhuyun's rebuttal became choked in her throat, unable to voice it out, feeling suffocated and panicked.

"How, how could he possess a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, how did he do it!"

"Boss Hu! What's going on here?" The two masked Soul Ancestors' voices trembled, their legs growing weak.

The red soul rings, they had only heard of them but had never seen one.

The continuous apparitions surrounding Luo Yu unsettled them.

"Get the fuck out, you all fucking ask me, who the hell do I ask?"

The masked Soul King, Húnwáng Hǔ Sān, roared irritably, "Use your ass to think about it and you'd know that not even our king of the Xingluo Empire has red soul rings. Do you think this kid can have one? It must be some kind of visual trickery."

"Right, boss is right, it's a visual trick, it must be a visual trick," the two masked Soul Ancestors echoed rapidly, bolstering their courage with their voices.

"A hundred-thousand-year soul beast, let alone killing one, I haven't even seen one in all my years."

"So this kid's soul ring must be fake; it's an illusion!"

They believed they had discovered the true reality, their previously doubtful gazes becoming firm once more as they watched Luo Yu intently.

Luo Yu smiled indulgently, his lips revealing a playful expression. He wasn't in a hurry, just quietly observing them.

Soul King Hǔ Sān stepped forward, clapping his hands with a sarcastic tone,

"You're pretty impressive, kid, truly masterful in producing such a realistic illusion, and even your demeanor is flawlessly feigned. You almost scared the three of us to death."

"However, you're really underestimating our intelligence."

"Do you think a youth could have such a terrifying hundred-thousand-year soul ring?"

"At least make your act a bit more believable."

"Fuck!" The masked Soul Ancestor hissed continuously from the side: "Big brother, this kid's so cunning. It's all thanks to you that we saw through his guile and almost let him slip away."

Hǔ Sān raised his head loftily, casually waving his hand.

"Merely some worldly experience, nothing to make a fuss about. There's much more you two still have to learn in the future."

Basking in the admiring gazes of his two underlings, he glanced disdainfully at Luo Yu.

He chuckled softly, earnestly imparting wisdom,

"You two, when you're out and about in the future, you need to think more."

"Understand what I'm saying?"

"When encountering an enemy, you should learn to analyze the situation calmly, don't get scared off by any tom, dick, or harry with a little sneaky trick, it'll be a laughingstock if word gets out. Never say you're with me."

"Boss's lesson is well received, we've learned our lesson," the two Soul Ancestors nodded repeatedly, looking at Luo Yu, they then fiercely spat on the ground in contempt.

"We almost made a huge embarrassment of ourselves this time."

"Damn it, a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, is that even possible?"

"Are you kid trying to juggle with me in the dead of night?"

Watching the three of them confidently making their deductions, Luo Yu himself almost believed it, his expression growing more peculiar.

Hǔ Sān huffed arrogantly, "Alright, you two stop embarrassing yourselves here, just stay put and reflect upon yourselves. Keep your eyes peeled and watch how big brother captures this brat."

"Boom!"

Hǔ Sān's left foot slammed into the ground, creating a deep crater.

The five rings spun up and down, radiating intense heat.

A menacing, over three-meters-tall hyena phantom emerged, its emanating energy rustling the surrounding leaves.

The two underlings fawned over him obsequiously.

"Boss is awesome!"

"Boss is mighty!"

On the other side, Zhu Zhuyun was also persuaded and no longer felt afraid.

She shouted loudly, "Húnwáng Hǔ Sān, you have done well today. As long as you capture this kid, I'll recognize your great merit!"

Húnwáng Hǔ Sān laughed heartily, brimming with confidence, "Princess, rest assured, dealing with such young juniors doesn't even require three moves. I can capture him alive in just one move and present him to you."

"That would be splendid," Zhu Zhuyun said, nodding with satisfaction.

At that moment, Húnwáng Hǔ Sān radiated with divine light. He felt a sense of superiority as he perceived what others had missed.

His fourth soul ring erupted with intense light. His body swelled, bursting his clothes to reveal gray wolf fur and sharp fangs. Under the thick fur was a body of bulging muscles.

He wore a proud expression and a bloodthirsty smile.

"Princess, just watch!"

"See how easily I capture him."

"Boom!"

The ground trembled and Húnwáng Hǔ Sān's eyes shone with confidence as he charged with a foul wind howling around him.

In the distance, the gusting air tousled his black hair, scraping against his face.

Luo Yu remained immovable as a mountain, nonchalant, even yawning.

"Finally done blabbering?""

"Actually, seeing how clever and valiant you are, I think calling you Húnwáng Hǔ Sān is a pity. Húnwáng Hǔ Shí Sān would suit you much better..."

Húnwáng Hǔ Sān's movements stuttered, then his eyes turned blood red in an instant, fury erupting like thunder, and the force of his attack surged once again.

The attack was imminent.

The nonchalance vanished from Luo Yu's face, and his demeanor changed completely. He appeared solemn and commanding without anger, gently waving his longsword. The red soul rings erupted into intense light, merging with the Zhu Tian Sword.

"Clang!"

The cry of an Ice Phoenix Long Cry resounded across the fields, as the temperature around plummeted. Leaves and grass became coated with frost, and a piercing icy blue light followed, causing the onlookers to involuntarily close their eyes.

"Woo-wooo."

The majestic howl of the wolf rose to the sky.

The two Soul Ancestors, who were a bit panicked because they could not make out the situation, heard the domineering wolf's howl and got excited instantly.

"That's Big Brother's voice!"

"Given that momentum, I bet Big Brother can crush that kid in three moves."

"Pitch dark in the dead of night, the blinding flash almost ruined my eyesight, despicable tactics to create an illusion of power, he won't amount to anything!"

"I bet my life on two moves — if that kid doesn't die in two, I'll eat shit."

"Big Brother was so confident earlier, one move is certainly enough for him!"

"Boom!"

After the earth-shaking explosion, the forceful wind rolled and the vegetation swayed as the blue light gradually dispersed.

Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly opened her eyes, scanning all around with concern.

Zhu Zhuyun folded her arms, chin upturned, watching coldly and proudly from the side.

The two followers flashed knowing smiles, looking forward with anticipation.

But as the light faded and the situation became clear, everyone's pupils shrank, and they were stunned, feeling as if their blood had frozen and their hearts had skipped a beat.

There stood Luo Yu, majestic as a god.

Behind his broad and straight back extended a pair of massive ice blue Phoenix wings, each feather perfectly detailed, with a circle of red lotuses swirling around him.

The longsword in his hand had undergone a great transformation. The ice blue blade was carved with Phoenix patterns, and the crimson edge exuded endless chill. The hilt extended an Ice Chain that wound around his forearm, extraordinary in appearance.

And the once wild and unruly Soul King Húnwáng Hǔ Sān, where was his momentum now? His soul light had dissipated, his facial features distorted as if he were petrified in shock, standing dumbly in front of Luo Yu's sword.

His body was bathed in blood, with a hundred sword marks, each wound draped with ice, the crimson blood frozen within them, a pitiable sight.

Luo Yu was expressionless, no longer flippant, but slowly shaking his head and muttering softly.

"This is a Soul King?"

"How unremarkable."

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