Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Fall of a Soul Saint

Fire rides on the wind, and the wind feeds the flames. Camo and Yuna’s martial soul fusion technique, Xiao Yu’s trump card in this battle, finally erupted in full at this moment.

Within the shrieking gale lay endless killing intent. The blazing inferno, emboldened by the wind, was already poised to sweep across the land.

“Seventh Soul Skill, White Tiger Annihilation Kill!”

Facing the martial soul fusion technique, Dai Heng could no longer hold back. His seventh soul ring blazed, soul power surged violently outward, and between his two tiger claws golden light burst forth, forming a colossal character for “kill.”

White Tiger Annihilation Kill was Dai Heng’s strongest single-target offensive soul skill. With the blessing of his martial soul true form, this strike’s destructive power had nearly reached the level of an eighty-level powerhouse.

Yet Camo and Yuna were only forty-nine-level Soul Ancestors, and their martial soul fusion technique was not a perfect match. If Dai Heng were allowed to unleash this strike, their fusion technique would very likely be forced back.

But did he still have the chance to do so?

The answer was no.

The second ability of the hundred-thousand-year skull bone was activated: Mental Confinement, forcibly binding the target for three seconds while reducing all attributes by fifty percent.

A mental assault too subtle for the eye to catch struck Dai Heng with perfect accuracy. His body convulsed violently, a wave of dizziness flooding through him. The White Tiger Annihilation Kill he had been about to unleash was abruptly severed, and even his martial soul true form, shining with white light, dimmed at once.

In those few seconds, Camo and Yuna’s martial soul fusion technique crashed down with thunderous force. The roaring wind sliced across his face like blades, while the raging flames set his entire body alight.

The vast energy assault continued for more than half a quarter hour. Then, with a flash of light, Camo and Yuna’s figures separated. The martial soul fusion technique had nearly drained them dry of soul power, and both were somewhat short of breath.

As for Dai Heng, who had endured the fusion technique’s assault, his condition could no longer be described in words. Unable to maintain his martial soul true form, he had reverted to human shape; he looked like a lump of black charcoal. His once-brilliant golden hair had been burned away completely by Camo’s flames, and the wind, sharp as blades, had opened over a hundred wounds across his body. Scarlet blood streamed over his charred skin, making the sight all the more glaring.

“Hundred-thousand-year soul bone...!”

Even though Dai Heng had been battered to the point of near ruin by Camo and Yuna’s martial soul fusion technique, his gaze remained fixed on Xiao Yu.

He could clearly sense that the mental interference that had just landed on him was entirely different from the earlier mental attack. It was absolutely impossible for it to be a variation of the same soul skill.

As everyone knew, in this world only a hundred-thousand-year soul bone produced by a hundred-thousand-year soul beast could possess two soul bone abilities at once.

The shock brought by the hundred-thousand-year soul bone was so great that Dai Heng momentarily forgot the pain of his wounds and stood rooted in place, stunned.

But the Nine Stars team would not wait for whatever situation Dai Heng found himself in. The two assault-type soul masters, Yi Hui and Zilong, struck the instant the martial soul fusion technique ceased. Their fifth soul rings shone brilliantly as they unleashed their strongest attacks at the same time.

Bang! Bang!!

After two explosive soul power impacts, Dai Heng was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, coughing blood.

“Yun’er, Dark White Tiger, merge, now!”

Only after landing did Dai Heng finally come to his senses. The searing pain spreading through his body made him realize that, by relying on himself alone, he was no longer capable of dealing with this group of young soul masters. He urgently called for his beloved wife to come aid him so that they might unleash their strongest martial soul fusion technique together.

“Yun’er!”

“Zhu Yun!”

Yet no matter how many times Dai Heng called out, that familiar figure never appeared.

“Are you looking for her?”

Just as Dai Heng grew increasingly frantic, a mocking voice slowly rang out.

Dai Heng turned toward the sound, and a figure whose face was more exquisite than a woman’s had already appeared less than ten paces away. In his right hand he was carrying a woman with a figure so voluptuous it was impossible to ignore. It was none other than Dai Heng’s desperately summoned beloved wife, Zhu Yun.

Indeed, the Zhu family’s people were well developed in just this way. That much was clearly hereditary.

At that moment, Zhu Yun’s eyes were gently closed, her expression tranquil. Under Aphrodite’s rose-scented assault, a Soul Emperor like her had been unable even to resist. She had simply ceased breathing amid the fragrance of flowers.

“Yun’er!”

Dai Heng let out a furious roar, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. Though their union had been arranged by their families, how could there have been no feeling after decades of sharing warmth and hardship together?

With his eyes bloodshot, Dai Heng had completely forgotten his injuries and, like a man gone mad, hurled himself recklessly toward Aphrodite.

“Your opponent is me.”

A cold voice sounded. Xiao Yu had already appeared on the path Dai Heng had to take. By this point in the battle, Xiao Yu no longer wished to rely on others. With a flash of the Underworld King Sword in his hand, a sword light carrying endless killing intent shot straight at Dai Heng.

Dai Heng raised his tiger claws and struck at the sword light, but his condition was far too poor. He simply could not withstand Xiao Yu’s blade.

Blood flashed. Both of Dai Heng’s palms were torn open by gaping wounds, deep enough to expose the bone.

“Looks like your condition is even worse than I imagined.”

Even Xiao Yu had not expected this strike to have such an effect. He had only intended to halt Dai Heng and then join his teammates from the Nine Stars team in a joint encirclement and kill. He had not imagined Dai Heng’s defenses had already fallen so low.

To strike while the enemy was wounded and take his life—Xiao Yu would not show Dai Heng any mercy. They were enemies to begin with, and Dai Heng had even injured Huo Wu.

“Fourth Soul Skill, Underworld Sword Thousand Severances!”

In an instant, countless black sword phantoms appeared above Xiao Yu’s head. With a wave of his hand, they descended like a storm of blades toward Dai Heng’s position.

Dai Heng had not expected to be driven to such a desperate state. Forcing down the discomfort in his body, he drew on the little soul power he had left and condensed a barrier of soul power before him.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless sword phantoms struck the barrier Dai Heng had formed in an unending tide. Dai Heng clenched his teeth, holding on with near-depleted strength just to keep the defense intact.

“You can’t keep staring at the same place forever. After living so long, don’t you understand that?”

At that very moment, Xiao Yu’s voice suddenly sounded behind Dai Heng.

Impossible.

Dai Heng’s pupils contracted sharply. The soul skill assault in front of him had not yet ended, so how had this brat appeared behind him?

This, too, was the result of Xiao Yu’s secluded and intensive study of his own soul skills. Even after his true body moved away, his area-of-effect soul skills could continue attacking for nearly twenty seconds.

Twenty seconds might pass quickly for ordinary people, but for soul masters it was enough to accomplish many things.

“Third Soul Skill, Gale Breaks the Shadow!”

All of Dai Heng’s soul power was being used to resist Xiao Yu’s fourth soul skill head-on. His back was left as open as a hollow shell. Xiao Yu’s sword pierced through his heart and burst out through his chest.

Soul Saint Dai Heng, fallen!