At this moment, Yang Xiong had already realized that in terms of soul power level and physical prowess, there was indeed a significant gap between him and Huyan Zhen.
Yang Xiong gritted his teeth and activated his fifth soul skill: Crimson Blood Lightning Sword. A blood-red longsword appeared in his hand, crackling with lightning.
With all his might, Yang Xiong swung the sword, unleashing a terrifying crimson sword qi that surged directly toward Huyan Zhen's head—it looked incredibly ferocious.
However, Huyan Zhen simply crossed his arms. The sword qi slammed into his hands as if striking a boulder, shattering instantly under Huyan Zhen's overwhelming force.
Huyan Zhen burst into laughter: "You brat, you sure know how to put on a show. But no matter how many tricks you have, none of them can break my defense. Your attacks are nothing more than a mere itch."
Upon hearing these words, Yang Xiong's eyes turned blood-red. The golden patterns on his body lit up instantly, filling the entire space with a terrifying aura—his Killing God Domain.
Huyan Zhen's expression grew serious. Even though the gap in soul power between him and Yang Xiong was immense, the Killing God Domain rapidly drained his soul power. Despite his ferocity and strength, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
After activating the Killing God Domain, Yang Xiong gripped the Crimson Blood Lightning Sword with both hands and relentlessly attacked Huyan Zhen. The two exchanged blows back and forth, neither gaining the upper hand.
As Lin Gong had once said, any soul master who reached the Soul Douluo level was no ordinary individual. Huyan Zhen, in particular, was at the pinnacle of the Soul Douluo level, just a step away from becoming a Title Douluo.
In contrast, the others from the Elephant Sect were faring much worse. Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear was overwhelmingly powerful, and the defenses of the Elephant Sect members were no match for it.
Huyan Zhen seemed to realize that if this stalemate continued, the others would likely be picked off one by one by Yang Wudi. At that point, he would have to face a two-on-one battle, which would be truly troublesome.
Suddenly, Huyan Zhen's third soul ring flashed. The colossal diamond mammoth emitted an endless surge of power, as if intent on crushing Yang Xiong entirely. This was his third soul skill: Death Crush.
This was a pure power-type attack soul skill. Though only a third soul skill, its actual effectiveness depended on the user's raw strength and soul power.
Given Huyan Zhen's immense strength, even an ordinary Soul Sage would struggle to withstand it.
Yang Xiong felt an overwhelming pressure envelop his body, as if he were about to be crushed into dust.
Gritting his teeth, Yang Xiong unleashed his third soul skill: Tyrant Dragon's Fury. His body immediately became extraordinarily fierce, his muscles bulging even further, making him appear as though a massive silver-horned tyrant dragon had possessed him.
Yang Xiong then channeled all his strength into the Crimson Blood Lightning Sword, delivering a full-force slash. The sword erupted with boundless sword qi, all of it coalescing into a massive character: "Kill"—the essence of the Seven Kill Sword Technique.
Huyan Zhen's Death Crush was shattered by the Seven Kill Sword Technique. The massive "Kill" character surged toward Huyan Zhen, seemingly intent on splitting him in half.
Huyan Zhen roared in fury, his hands slamming into Yang Xiong's Seven Kill Sword Technique. It was like a terrifying explosion, a collision of killing intent and brute force.
Both were sent flying back several dozen meters. Rarely, two wounds appeared on Huyan Zhen's body, blood seeping out. This was the first time Yang Xiong had managed to injure Huyan Zhen, and the first time Huyan Zhen had appeared so disheveled.
However, in comparison, Yang Xiong had already used three soul skills. His soul power consumption was significantly greater than Huyan Zhen's, not to mention the pre-existing gap in their soul power levels.
But at this moment, Huyan Zhen roared furiously: "Boy, you're courting death! Do you really think this is all I'm capable of?"
Huyan Zhen's second soul ring flashed. His already towering body seemed to grow even larger, his muscles appearing even more imposing. This was his second soul skill: Mammoth Great Strength, another power-type enhancement skill.
The two resumed their relentless attacks, causing the ground to tremble. After continuous collisions, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Yang Xiong's mouth. The Xuanming Armor on his body, having endured repeated strikes, had developed numerous cracks. Compared to Huyan Zhen, Yang Xiong's situation appeared far more precarious.
In contrast, one of the Soul Sages from the Elephant Sect had been pierced by Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear, collapsing to the ground, his fate unknown. Another Soul Douluo and two Soul Sages were barely holding on, while Huyan Li had retreated far away—this battle was clearly beyond his capabilities.
It seemed Yang Wudi was keeping a close eye on Yang Xiong's situation, ready to intervene at a moment's notice if necessary.
Yang Xiong's ability to fight Huyan Zhen to this extent was due not only to his extraordinary physical prowess but also to the support of multiple soul bones.
Additionally, the Killing God Domain exerted some suppression over Huyan Zhen, which was the true key. The domain seemed to ignore the disparity in their soul power levels—this was the true terror of domains.
Seeing that one of his allies had fallen, Huyan Zhen became utterly enraged. His sixth soul ring flashed, unleashing a formidable ten-thousand-year soul skill: Manic Destruction.
A colossal diamond mammoth descended from the sky, brimming with infinite ferocity. Yang Xiong felt as though he were about to be crushed into oblivion.
Yang Xiong clenched his teeth and activated his self-created soul skill: Steel Reinforced Body. His skin and bones hardened completely, allowing him to resist Huyan Zhen's attack with all his might.
But Huyan Zhen's strike was exceptionally powerful. Yang Xiong was sent flying, his Xuanming Armor riddled with countless cracks. It was unclear how many bones had broken, and blood gushed from his mouth—he was clearly severely injured.
At this moment, Yang Xiong's eyes radiated an indescribable ferocity. He resembled a beast returning to the City of Slaughter, brimming with an aura of slaughter.
"Interesting. Huyan Zhen, I underestimated you. As expected of a sect leader from the lower four sects."
Yang Xiong wiped the blood from his lips, his demeanor exuding arrogance—and even ruthlessness.
Yang Wudi, who had initially considered coming to his aid, relaxed upon seeing Yang Xiong unharmed.
Yang Xiong continued: "But…If the mighty leader of the Elephant Sect only has this much strength, then you've truly disappointed me."
Yang Xiong's second soul ring flashed. In an instant, his injuries were completely healed, and his condition returned to its peak. This was his second soul skill: Golden Heart.
Upon seeing Yang Xiong's recovery, Huyan Zhen burst into maniacal laughter: "Boy, you're quite interesting. Among those below the Soul Douluo level, I've never seen anyone stronger than you. But you're just a mere Soul Emperor. True power in soul masters emerges after reaching the Soul Sage level. Let me show you what a real gap looks like."
Huyan Zhen let out a thunderous roar, and his seventh soul ring flashed. The massive black soul ring seemed to pour boundless energy into his body—this was his seventh soul skill: Martial Soul True Body.
Under the influence of the True Body, Huyan Zhen's already towering 2.5-meter frame grew even larger, reaching a full three meters. With the colossal diamond mammoth fused to his body, his strength seemed to undergo a qualitative leap.
With a single punch, the ground around Huyan Zhen shattered. It seemed that with the True Body, not only had his strength increased exponentially, but his gravity control had also grown immensely. With just one strike, Yang Xiong was sent flying over ten meters.
Yang Wudi shouted urgently: "Be careful! Huyan Zhen's seventh soul skill isn't simple—don't try to withstand it directly!"
Yang Wudi appeared ready to abandon his opponents and come to Yang Xiong's aid.
Yang Xiong roared back: "Old Goat, leave this to me. I want to see just how strong Huyan Zhen really is."
A massive Rasengan appeared around Yang Xiong. This orb was far larger than before, measuring a full meter in diameter.
Various energies surged into the orb, including the attributes of metal, wood, fire, earth, and lightning. The orb shimmered with radiant colors, crackling with lightning. The energy within seemed on the verge of explosion, and even Yang Xiong's right hand struggled to bear the strain.
Under the influence of the True Body, Huyan Zhen unleashed his fifth soul skill: Mammoth Greatsword. A terrifying giant sword materialized in front of the colossal diamond mammoth, brimming with infinite power. It seemed Huyan Zhen was giving it his all.
Yang Xiong, holding the massive Rasengan, launched a full-force attack at Huyan Zhen. Both seemed intent on a life-or-death struggle.
The colossal Mammoth Greatsword and the Rasengan collided, producing a deafening explosion. Both combatants were sent flying.
At this moment, Yang Xiong looked utterly battered. His Xuanming Armor had been completely shattered, and a horrifying sword wound, deep enough to expose bone, ran across his body. His right arm had been completely broken.
But Huyan Zhen fared no better. His True Body had been shattered, his hands charred black, and his chest torn open. A horrific wound marked his torso, and it seemed all the bones in his chest had been crushed.
Huyan Zhen laughed maniacally: "Boy, in the end, it's still me who wins. Accept your death."
Yang Xiong sneered: "Frog at the bottom of a well—if this is your strength, you don't deserve to win against me."
Yang Xiong's sixth soul ring flashed. The blood-red soul ring emanated an overwhelmingly terrifying aura. In an instant, all of Yang Xiong's injuries—broken bones, shattered arm—were fully healed. The only thing that hadn't recovered was his Xuanming Armor.
This was Yang Xiong's hundred-thousand-year sixth soul skill: Immortal Body. Upon using this skill, no matter how severe the injuries, they could be instantly healed, making him practically unkillable.
Seeing this, Huyan Zhen's face darkened. He roared: "Everyone from the Elephant Sect, prepare to retreat! We'll settle this grudge another day!"
Upon hearing Huyan Zhen's command, the others prepared to flee, summoning their True Bodies in an attempt to escape.
But Yang Xiong's figure flashed, and he appeared directly in front of Huyan Zhen, delivering a full-force strike toward his head.
Huyan Zhen suddenly laughed maniacally: "Boy, you've fallen for my trap. Your combat experience is still too green."
Huyan Zhen's eighth soul ring flashed. Countless massive diamonds appeared in front of the colossal diamond mammoth, offering both extremely formidable defense and immense impact power. This was Huyan Zhen's eighth soul skill: Infinite Diamonds.
"You thought you were the one scheming? Who says I wasn't plotting against you? Die!"
At this moment, Yang Xiong didn't care about the consequences or his dwindling soul power. His sixth soul ring flashed again, and a massive black dragon claw appeared in the air, grabbing directly at Huyan Zhen. This was Yang Xiong's second effect of his sixth soul skill: Hell Dragon Claw.
Under the influence of this hundred-thousand-year soul skill, the countless diamonds in front of Huyan Zhen were instantly shattered. Even his True Body was crushed, and ultimately, Huyan Zhen's body was completely obliterated. Huyan Zhen perished on the spot!
Yang Xiong collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood. Huyan Zhen's eighth soul skill was indeed immensely powerful. In terms of both physical strength and soul power, Yang Xiong was vastly inferior to Huyan Zhen.
This time, Yang Xiong had killed Huyan Zhen by pushing his abilities to their absolute limit, leaving nothing in reserve.
Had Huyan Zhen not fallen for Yang Xiong's scheme and recklessly used his eighth soul skill with full confidence, Yang Xiong might not have been able to kill him.
After all, hundred-thousand-year soul skills consumed an enormous amount of energy. Even Yang Xiong dared not use them lightly. If he failed to kill his opponent in one strike, he would only leave himself vulnerable.
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