The blood-caked bone chains snaked around Fang Yang, constricting like vipers.
"Brat—DIE!"
Wang Zai cackled, his Bloodbone Soul-Devouring Scythe blazing crimson.
His fourth purple soul ring flared—the scythe's blood grooves pulsing like living veins.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Soul-Devouring Slash!"
He swung the scythe—a dark-red energy blade ripped through the air, twisted wraiths howling soundlessly within it.
This strike didn't just cleave flesh—it shattered spiritual defenses, siphoning life force from any blood it touched.
The slash hurtled toward Fang Yang's face!
Fang Yang's eyes flashed glacial fury—his blood boiling.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The bone chains shuddered violently, splintering under his power.
BOOM!
They exploded into shards—shredded by his aura!
Simultaneously, Black Flame erupted from his palm, engulfing him in an inferno!
"Heavenly Flame Armor!"
The flame coalesced into jagged armor, black fire swirling across its surface, radiating soul-crushing pressure—as if consuming reality itself.
KRABOOM!
The Soul-Devouring Slash slammed into the armor—booming like a dying star!
Yet—the dark-red blade sizzled, incinerated by Black Flame, vanishing as black smoke.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Wang Zai staggered back, voice shaking with terror.
"A Four-Ring Soul Ancestor… blocked my Soul-Devouring Slash?!"
Fang Yang's killing intent froze the air.
If not for the train's fragile structure—he'd unleash Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus and reduce this lunatic to ash!
"DAMN YOU!" Wang Zai roared, blood erupting from his body.
It pooled at his feet, forming a crimson maelstrom.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Blood Pool Domain!"
A scarlet realm exploded outward, passengers' blood leaking uncontrollably, merging into a sticky lake of gore.
Wang Zai stood at its heart—soul power surging.
"A Domain?" Fang Yang's lips curled into a sneer. "Sorry—but I've got one too."
"Heavenly Flame Domain—ACTIVATE!"
WHOOSH!
Black Flame engulfed the carriage, clashing with the Blood Pool Domain.
HISSS!—blood vaporized into crimson mist.
"Th-this…?!" Wang Zai's mask twitched in horror—His domain was being devoured!
Fang Yang clenched his fist—Black Flame coiled into a dragon's head—scales blazing, eyes burning with apocalyptic malice.
"Heavenly Flame Dragon Devour!"
ROOOOAR!
A colossal black dragon lunged from his palm, jaws wide—and swallowed Wang Zai whole.
AAAAARGH!
Wang Zai writhed in the flames, flesh melting, soul power siphoned, even his SOUL scorched by Black Flame—agony beyond mortal comprehension.
"It's over…" Fang Yang murmured.
But—
HEHEHE…
Mad laughter echoed from within the flames.
"My… concert… isn't… over…"
Wang Zai's charred corpse rose, blue-violet patterns crawling across his skin, his shattered mask revealing a grotesque, grinning face.
"How?!" Fang Yang's eyes widened—Surviving Heavenly Flame defied all logic!
Wang Zai pointed a skeletal finger at his henchmen.
"Give me… your blood…"
"NO! MASTER, SPARE US!"
The henchmen screamed—then dissolved into rivers of blood, flowing into Wang Zai like obedient serpents.
His body regenerated at terrifying speed.
He chanted in a guttural rasp:
"O Great Lord of the Abyss…
Your humble servant, Bloodfeast, offers soul and flesh…
Grant me a sliver of divine power…"
"Abyss…?!" Gu Yue's face paled. "Fang Yang—STOP HIM! That's—"
She didn't finish.
Fang Yang reacted instantly.
His four soul rings blazed—black, purple, black, black-white-gold—
radiating apocalyptic pressure.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Flame Avatar!"
ROAR!
Black Flame erupted, coalescing into a towering avatar, arcane runes blazing across its form, heat warping reality.
He slammed his palm down—the avatar mirrored the motion, a colossal flame hand crushing toward Wang Zai.
But Wang Zai kept chanting, voice rising to a frenzied crescendo…
CRACK!
The sky split open.
Oppressive, soul-freezing energy poured through—Abyssal. Malevolent. Chaotic.
From the rift, a colossal eye of blue-violet energy blinked open, gazing down with infinite cruelty.
The Abyss had arrived.
A projection of the Abyssal Lord—answering its devotee's call.
A thread of divine power slithered into Wang Zai—his aura exploding—Soul Saint… Soul Douluo…
TITLED DOULUO!
"Welcome…" Wang Zai's voice dripped with manic glee, "…to the Abyssal Concert!"
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