For human soul masters, once a system of inheritance is formed, the required soul rings for each martial soul—and the skills those rings grant—are basically fixed. This meant that if one side was familiar with the opponent's martial soul, they could often predict their soul skills and prepare counters.
Fixed skills, lacking variation—this was a common flaw among human soul masters. Of course, Di Tian knew this well.
But could it be that Jiang Shengyu didn't know what his martial soul's fifth soul skill should be?
Even with a God-bestowed spirit ring, the skill it granted should still be compatible with that martial soul.
Hearing Di Tian's doubt, Jiang Shengyu replied calmly:
"Senior Di Tian, this is where your knowledge falls short."
He dared to say he was ignorant?
In this world, who had seen more than him? Ever since the Silver Dragon King descended upon the Douluo Continent and fell into slumber, it had been only him. Except for the brief period when he had gone dormant to absorb the Skydream Iceworm's power, Di Tian had been active upon this land continuously.
For hundreds of thousands of years, he had seen almost everything.
And now this boy dared call him ignorant?
"Brat, you have quite the nerve!" Di Tian snorted coldly. "Then let me see just what your fifth soul skill is!"
"Don't worry. It should be worth the price of admission." Jiang Shengyu smiled. The Twilight Sword vanished from his hand as he spread his arms wide. Behind him, black-and-white flame wings beat the air, while the hundred-thousand-year soul ring floated before him.
Exhaling a deep breath, Jiang Shengyu's body surged with power. The hundred-thousand-year soul ring burst into radiant brilliance, its blood-red glow staining half the heavens. With a thunderous shout, he declared:
"Fifth Soul Skill—Execution Immortal Sword Formation!"
His roar echoed across the area shrouded by the Hand of Heaven. Even Dai Hao, standing atop the walls of Yuming Pass, heard it clearly.
"This voice… it sounds familiar." Dai Hao frowned deeply, struggling to place it. He knew all the titled Douluo of the Star Luo Empire; it couldn't be someone unknown to him.
But the heat of the fire lotuses twisted the air, obscuring Jiang Shengyu's figure beyond recognition.
Following his cry, four streaks of light shot forth from the hundred-thousand-year soul ring, flying to the four cardinal points. Each one anchored its direction like a heavenly pillar, pinning down the very air.
In the blink of an eye, the four swords wove together into a terrifying killing array. The five Body Sect Titled Douluo were instantly enveloped within its confines.
Even Di Tian, hidden in the shadows, was shaken with uncertainty at the sight of the Execution Immortal Sword Formation.
What attribute is this?
When Jiang Shengyu fought earlier, his attributes were clearly Ultimate Ice and Ultimate Fire. That colossal heavenly hand carried a trace of light and thunder. But this Sword Formation—Di Tian simply couldn't discern any attribute at all!
Impossible… Could it be a soul skill without attributes?
The five fleeing Titled Douluo suddenly found their surroundings twist, as if they had entered a mist-shrouded valley with no way out.
From within the haze, killing intent surged.
Attacks rained down from all directions, impossible to guard against.
Outside the array, others could only see dust and chaos raging within. The five Titled Douluo flailed like headless flies, unable to escape.
Dai Hao's face paled.
"What a terrifying domain-type soul skill! To toy with five Titled Douluo like this… Could he be a Super Douluo?"
In his view, to unleash a domain with such absolute control—pinning down five Titled Douluo at once—would at least require the level of a Super Douluo!
As the five trapped Douluo scrambled in vain, Jiang Shengyu once again drew the Twilight Sword. Just as he prepared to step into the formation to slaughter them himself, his expression twisted in pain. Even the voice of Fate echoed sharply in his mind:
"Are you insane? I didn't create this vessel for you to squander like this! I don't have the power to forge another body capable of bearing such talent! Stop at once! You're about to be torn apart by the power of a Titled Douluo!"
But Jiang Shengyu only shook his head, whispering:
"Don't worry—I won't. From this moment on, I will win everything! Consider this the first battle, the start of my path to godhood!"
Di Tian could not hear the voice of Fate, but he heard Jiang Shengyu's declaration.
At once, he realized the youth was speaking with the god who had granted him inheritance!
So… the gaze of a god has already fallen here?
Did he need to hide himself? Not for fear of his own safety, but because if a god discovered the existence of the dragon clan, unpredictable calamity might follow.
At once, he retreated deeper into the overlapping folds of space, concealing his presence further.
"You…"
Even Fate was caught off guard by Jiang Shengyu's words.
"Surprised?"
Jiang Shengyu smiled, seeing Fate at a loss for words.
"Isn't it obvious? I've witnessed the awe of an Ultimate Douluo, and I've seen one fall. In such a world, there are only two choices—despair, or progress. Fortunately, I prefer progress."
"Fate, I crave progress too much!"
"I will become stronger than the gods who look down upon all creation!"
Di Tian, having already cut off his perception of Jiang Shengyu, did not hear these words. If he had, he would surely have dismissed them as the arrogance of youth.
But somehow… Fate believed him.
Or perhaps, Fate had no other choice but to believe.
Jiang Shengyu raised his head toward the heavens. Reflected in his pupils was the vast, radiant Hand of Heaven. He whispered:
"Descend."
At his command, the golden Hand of Heaven pressed down, unleashing boundless might upon the Titled Douluo trapped within the Execution Immortal Sword Formation.
A roar like worlds collapsing rang out. Dust and debris shot skyward as the ground caved beneath the pressure.
From the four directions, snow-laden ice walls rose, sealing off the battlefield and cutting off all probing senses.
It was Snow Empress's Imperial Palm: Great Cold Without Snow, layered upon the Hand of Heaven.
Under the massive dome of ice, fissures in the earth froze solid as snow and dust billowed together.
When the haze cleared, the fate of the Body Sect Titled Douluo was laid bare. The one who had first been ignited by the Vacuous Devouring Flame and Purifying Lotus Demon Flame had been crushed to death outright.
The remaining four lay gravely wounded, only one of them still barely conscious.
Jiang Shengyu stepped before this half-conscious Douluo, the tremendous borrowed power draining from him like a receding tide. In mere moments, he fell from the peak of a ninety-fourth rank Titled Douluo back to his true level—a five-ring Soul King.
After all, Jiang Shengyu had not truly ascended to the Titled Douluo realm. He was merely a conduit, with Di Tian supplying him with energy, and the spirit power vortex crafted by the Snow Empress allowing him to channel it.
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