Chapter 101: Second Form of the Zhu Tian Sword, Defying Magical Skill Instantly Defeats Huangdou!_1

Luo Yu's wrist flipped, activating the Zhu Tian Sword in his hand.

"Swoosh!"

In a flash, the second soul ring, red as blood and pulsating rhythmically, burst forth with brilliant red light.

An extraordinary and peculiar energy surged from within the soul ring, pouring into the longsword.

The rustic Nine Heavens Execution Sword underwent an astonishing transformation in an instant.

The blade emitted countless dazzling pink rays of light.

It was so brilliant and eye-catching.

The intense glow momentarily blinded the audience.

It even startled the Imperial Fight Five, halting their offensive and forcing them to retreat to the side in shock.

They watched Luo Yu with hesitation and uncertainty.

When everyone's vision restored,

a breathtakingly beautiful longsword appeared before them all.

The Zhu Tian Sword in Luo Yu's hand had undergone a massive change, inside and out.

The sword was transparent throughout, cherry blossom-pink in color, with exquisitely beautiful patterns engraved on it, while the silver-white blade emitted a cold light, concealing infinite sharpness within its beauty.

From the stands, girls lost in admiration muttered,

"This sword… it's… so beautiful!"

"What kind of Martial Soul is this, why have I never seen it before?"

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen such a good-looking Sword Martial Soul!"

"I'm in love, totally in love!"

The side of the arena filled with exclamations mostly from women, their beautiful eyes unconsciously showing affection and obsession for the man's longsword.

Women always find it hard to resist beautiful things, and Zhu Zhuqing, Xiaowu, and Ye Lingling were no exception, their eyes sparkling with amazement.

In the transparent VIP room above, Ning Rongrong was tied to a chair.

At this moment, she seemed to forget the danger she was in, her heart and eyes fixated on that man and the splendid longsword.

It was also today that she learned the man indeed had Twin Martial Souls.

And his second Martial Soul was not just ordinary, but such a peculiar Sword Martial Soul.

And she had been so boldly thinking of inviting Luo Yu to join the sect with a soul bone as bait.

How could she possibly invite him!

Her heart wavered, her face flushing red.

In the grand soul fighting arena, the men were disturbed by the girls' squeals, their eyelids twitching, silently cursing in their hearts.

A bunch of silly women only know how to swoon over a good-looking sword, but is that really what they should be focusing on?

The man has a hundred-thousand-year soul ring on him!

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring that even a Titled Douluo may not possess!!

Such a precious soul ring, and the man had two from the start.

How did he do it?

In the arena, the Imperial Fighting Team led by Yu Tianheng hesitated, their faces showing changing expressions of shock and uncertainty as they looked at Luo Yu, warily eyeing the longsword in his hand.

Their legs were as heavy as lead, rooted to the spot; the momentum they had just gathered was suppressed once again by the appearance of Luo Yu's bizarre soul ring configuration and Sword Martial Soul.

Luo Yu held the longsword, his gaze sweeping over the members of the Imperial Fight Five, his expression calm as he shook his head slowly.

"I had thought that one move would be enough to deal with you all."

"Didn't expect I overestimated you."

"I haven't even made a move, and you're already backing down."

Yu Tianheng, transformed into a dragon, had a gloomy face, his blue and purple dragon scales reflecting the cold light, arcs of electricity crackling across his skin.

He demanded, "Who exactly are you, and what is that Martial Soul of yours?"

Luo Yu smiled with disdain, his lips curving up, revealing his amusement.

"You are—"

"Scared?"

Yu Tianheng, as if his tail was stepped on, roared angrily, "What a joke, we of the Imperial Fighting Team are invincible. Do you think five of us together can't handle you alone?"

"Oh."

Luo Yu nodded his head.

The smile on his face disappeared, and a chill flickered in his dark, deep eyes.

His voice turned stern.

"Hasn't anyone told you, if you can fight, don't talk nonsense?"

His patience drained, he swung the Zhu Tian Sword in his hand, slashing through the air.

The pinkish beauty of the sword's body, alongside the fierce brightness of the silver-white blade, shone intensely, blending together.

The air seemed to carry a fragrance of cherry blossoms.

The ringing of the sword and the strange vibes emanating from the blade made Yu Tianheng's body tense up suddenly.

A primal fear arose from within him.

As if he was facing the judgment of the Grim Reaper.

He urgently called out, "Everyone, use your strongest soul skills, hold nothing back!"

Without needing his reminder, every member of the Imperial Fight Five sprang into action.

"Third Soul Skill: Thunderous Rage!"

"Xuanming Turtle Shell Technique!" ×2

"Wind Chime Shadow Killing Array!!"

"Leopard Shadow Thousand Cuts!!!"

"Boom!"

The ground in the arena shook, waves of air pushed out, and roars filled the sky.

The Imperial Fighting Team's five members exuded ferocity, their aura grand and overwhelming, as they poured out their soul power in a frenzied onslaught aimed at Luo Yu, not holding back in the slightest.

Luo Yu's longsword was flickering with a scorching brilliance at that moment.

He raised it high and swiftly brought it down.

"Second Soul Skill: Blade Blossom Sea, A Thousand Cherry Trees Dance!"

"Swoosh!"

A remarkably solid sword light streaked across the sky, sweeping forward.

The whole arena was instantly cast into confusion.

Because Luo Yu's strike was not directed at the incoming Imperial Fight Five, but rather at the solidified ground of the arena.

What is he doing?

How is chopping at the ground at such a time helpful, is it a wild swing?

By this time, the sword light had already fallen onto the ground, and strangely, the powerful sword light did not inflict any damage on the ground, but weirdly sunk into it, disappearing without a trace.

Yu Tianheng's blood surged violently, with the force of ten thousand thunderbolts converging upon his dragon claws; the air itself emitting a burnt smell as he, along with his four teammates, attacked fiercely, their gazes incredibly ruthless.

"Although I don't know what kind of trick you're playing, it's useless in the face of absolute power."

Luo Yu remained silent, watching him coldly, and made an astonishing move.

He retracted his Martial Soul, faced the five, and slowly snapped his fingers.

"What's this maneuver?" The audience first blinked in surprise, then their eyes widened in realization.

"Swish swish swish!!!"

The ground was inexplicably covered with a layer of mire-like pink light.

The moment Luo Yu snapped his fingers, meter-long, broad red sword blades burst from the ground at a speed invisible to the naked eye, shooting up.

At the same time, countless mini sword shadows flew from the ground, densely packed and spreading across the entire field like cherry blossoms, with a speed that was extreme.

A sword array was born, leaving no safe corner.

The Imperial Fighting Team was completely unprepared; they might dodge the giant blades, but could not escape the swiftly flying small swords that directly sliced through their Martial Soul shadows.

"Clang clang clang!"

The Shimao Brothers' much-prided defense, those solid earthy-yellow turtle shells, only lasted a few seconds before being sliced to shreds.

Their brawny muscles were pierced and severed by the flying swords.

The two agile-attack class Soul Masters, the Wind Chime Bird and the Leopard Shadow, were very fast, far surpassing ordinary Soul Masters, but not faster than those countless sword blades.

Their skin was instantaneously sliced open, and blood sprayed into the air.

Yu Tianheng was particularly targeted by the sword array, managing to twist his dragon body and narrowly dodge the giant blades rising from the ground, only to be trapped by a multitude of pink mini swords.

His dragon-form body was like mashed paste.

The mini sword shadows that flew into the air mercilessly cut into his skin and slashed at his flesh, as if being flayed by thousands of knives, without a shred of mercy.

Lightning crumbled, dragon shadows vanished, and he was quickly reduced to a bloody mess.

The sounds of agonized screams were unbearably suppressed.

"You, you can't do this to me, I am the young clan leader of the Blue Electric Overlord Dragon Clan!!"

Yu Tianheng's voice, filled with boundless fear, panicked.

"Heh, in front of me, the Blue Electric Overlord Dragon Clan counts for nothing."

Luo Yu sneered, beckoning with a finger.

Countless mini sword shadows ultimately converged in mid-air, forming a single cherry-red longsword.

"Fall!"

With a swoosh, the longsword shadow pinned the bloodied Yu Tianheng firmly to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of sounds rang out simultaneously; the other four members of the Imperial Fighting Team, their skin already shredded, all collapsed on the ground, their fate unknown.

In the arena, only the sound of blood trickling could be heard.

In the stands, there was not a peep; all of the audience were quiet as cicadas in winter, cautiously watching the field.

They were now not only shocked but also scared.

Too cruel, too bloody, too violent!

An absolute instant kill; five people were gone in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the figure nailed to the ground, the audience inhaled sharply.

Was this really the Yu Tianheng of the Imperial Fighting Team, soon to be awarded the Golden Fighting Soul Medal, who had been so arrogantly victorious?

Yu Tianheng's prior domineering proclamations and mockery were still fresh in the audience's minds, and now, in light of his current tragic state, it felt like a silent irony.

As their shock subsided slightly, everyone gazed at Luo Yu in the arena with awe.

This is what it means to be ruthless; this is the epitome of ruthlessness!

He didn't hesitate to strike at the young clan leader of the Blue Electric Overlord Dragon Clan.

What is invincible, this is truly invincible!

Composed without effort, not striking until necessary, and when he did, it was a thunderous blow.

Zhu Zhuqing, Xiaowu, and Zhu Zhuyun, seeing the man so in the spotlight, held their heads high with their goose-neck pride, feeling proud, admiring, and submissive in their hearts.

In the arena, looking at the mutilated bodies of the five teammates.

Dugu Yan's delicate body trembled, her fair and slender legs pressed tightly together almost wetting herself in fright, immensely relieved she had not made a move earlier.

Feeling lucky to have picked up another lease on life.

Regretting why Yu Tianheng wouldn't listen to her.

Ye Lingling, however, wore no expression of fear, remaining calm, her beautiful eyes utterly immersed in that sky full of sword light from a moment ago.

"Who dares to touch my Imperial Fight people!"

An explosive shout suddenly came from a hundred meters away.

"Boom!!"

The high dome of the grand soul fighting arena was pierced in an instant, with earth and stones erupting, large rocks tumbling down, a formidable figure burst in from outside...