Sword Douluo's gaze narrowed slightly. Vast, ocean-like soul power surged into the Seven Kill Sword, its soul rings illuminating as it unleashed two distinct slashes, one black and one white.
A divine and demonic double strike!
Seeing this, Ghost Douluo trembled his chains, his figure vanishing suddenly. When he reappeared, he was already diagonally above Sword Douluo, still wielding his Soul-Hooking Chains, creating a chain barrier in the air to prevent Sword Douluo from dodging at will.
Chen Xin, however, remained completely calm. A milky-white light emanated from the surface of the Seven Kill Sword, pure and flawless sword energy soaring into the sky, containing his unparalleled sword will, severing all the surrounding chains and chrysanthemum petals.
"A little improvement, but not enough."
Each level of soul power gained by a Title Douluo greatly enhances their strength; Chen Xin had every right to look down on Chrysanthemum Douluo and his companion.
Blazing Sun Douluo, who had intended to attack, looked on with envy. Such strength was the ultimate pursuit of a Soul Master.
Unfortunately, the professions triggered by their Clear Sky Hammer martial souls were easily misaligned, often falling into warrior or blacksmith classes, far removed from the pure offensive swordsman class.
The soul masters were forced to retreat again and again amidst the aftershocks of the three-way battle, and Lin Bai and his companions were also forced to retreat continuously.
Tang San, watching the battle in the sky, showed astonishment. This was the combat power of top-tier soul masters—capable of changing the heavens and earth, causing armies to flee in terror; ordinary people didn't even have the right to watch.
Influenced by the killing aura in the arena, Tang San's Asura Soldier Master profession activated its talent, eagerly absorbing the combat techniques revealed in the three-way exchange.
However, the combat level of Title Douluo was too high; Tang San could only grasp the surface, needing to digest it slowly later.
Lin Bai couldn't discern the three's combat techniques, but he was very interested in the attribute soul skills they used. With his innate Dao Body, he was naturally close to the power of rules; comprehending the power of attribute rules was the path he should take.
The golden light on Chrysanthemum Douluo's body seemed indestructible, but it was a special application of the light attribute, likely related to his profession.
The Ghost Douluo's spirit is his soul, also known as a ghost. When he uses spirit skills, it exudes a ghostly aura, which aligns with the dark attribute.
The Sword Douluo, when using sword skills, inevitably deals with the sharpest metal attribute. His other way of using the metal attribute also gave Lin Bai considerable inspiration.
Ma Hongjun and the other two couldn't see anything, and could only open their mouths wide and utter a "Holy crap!" as bystanders cheering.
In the chaos, someone broke out first, and someone launched an attack. A series of cries of pain rang out, and the soul masters caught in the crossfire immediately launched a counterattack, making the chaos even more intense.
A bolt of lightning struck Lin Bai. The adventurer's face was filled with greed as he stared intently at Lin Bai's equipment, which was at least of excellent blue quality.
The booming sound and the stinging pain interrupted Lin Bai's thoughts. His enlightenment was interrupted, and he was furious. He didn't see the battle of a Title Douluo every day, let alone a Title Douluo fighting at full strength, which was so perfectly suited to his attribute.
Lin Bai, enraged, pointed his finger, and the Ruyi Qiankun Spear shot out from his fingertip. Its sharp aura sent chills down the spines of all Soul Masters within a radius of dozens of meters, as if they were standing amidst a sea of swords and blades, where even the slightest movement would result in being pierced into a pincushion.
The attacker was pierced through, strung together with the Soul Masters who tried to take advantage of the chaos, like a skewer of candied hawthorns. The sharp, ultimate metal showed no restraint in its power, the corpses breaking apart piece by piece, a gruesome sight.
The surrounding chaos subsided at this cruel scene,
and people looked at Lin Bai with apprehension, never expecting someone with such a youthful appearance to be so ruthless in combat. Even Tang San, amidst the commotion, couldn't continue his comprehension. He frowned, scanning the crowd, and upon seeing Lin Bai and the scattered corpses, his mood worsened.
The stench of blood in the air and the surrounding battle clouded his perception of the aerial combat. Without his professional talent, he couldn't even see the battle between Title Douluos.
However, the Asura Soldier Lord's talent leaned towards large-scale battles; this was an unavoidable trade-off. Tang San could only helplessly glance at the Title Douluo battle in the sky, sigh, and shake his head.
Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly, shaking his head and saying, "Decisive in action, but completely unnecessary to be so ruthless. Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground; it shouldn't be so bloody and cruel."
Lin Bai heard Yu Xiaogang's lecture, but he paid no attention. He released thirteen Ruyi Qiankun Spears to protect himself, looked up at the sky, and continued watching the battle in the air.
Yu Xiaogang's brow twitched at this. Could he have grasped something?
No, no, no, how could that be?
Yu Xiaogang shook his head inwardly, unable to believe that a Soul Master could comprehend something from a battle between Title Douluos.
Just putting on an act.
But deep down, Yu Xiaogang also harbored a sliver of hope.
Flander collected the equipment from several adventurers for Lin Bai, then protected Dai Mubai and his two companions, whose cultivation was relatively weak and needed his care.
Tang San, seeing Lin Bai's actions, guessed that Lin Bai's enlightenment had also been interrupted, and his mood improved considerably. He calmed himself and didn't look up at the sky. Since there would be no further gains, he might as well take advantage of the chaos to acquire some equipment.
He deliberately stepped out of Flander's protective range, attracting two Soul Masters to attack him. These were two Soul Kings, but his strength was amplified on the battlefield, growing stronger with each battle, and he managed to barely withstand their attacks.
Seeing his ease, Flander didn't intervene.
Yu Xiaogang held a book—a scroll of spells he had copied, each page imbued with his painstaking effort. If Tang San was outmatched, he would tear open the scroll to help.
Tang San fought with increasing ferocity, the battlefield aura clinging to the surface of his Blue Silver Grass, making the already resilient vines as strong as steel whips. When they lashed out at a Soul King, ripples appeared in his Soul Power shield.
Once the battle began, it couldn't be stopped at will. Even the Blazing Sun Douluo merely frowned before protecting the Clear Sky Sect disciples and Ning Fengzhi as they retreated, unwilling to get involved in a battle between a group of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints.
Many ants can kill an elephant, let alone these adventurers, most of whom were Soul Masters and professional cultivators working in parallel; they were by no means weak. About one-tenth of them were capable of injuring a Title Douluo. The Blazing Sun Douluo, considering his old age and declining strength, was unwilling to participate.
The battle in the sky lasted forty minutes, but the adventurers' stamina couldn't match that of the Title Douluos, and the melee lasted less than half an hour.
On the plateau, the stench of blood permeated the air, and corpses and remains were everywhere.
Not counting the absent rogue cultivators and retreating sect disciples, a total of 150-160 adventurers participated in the melee. In the end, only a little over 100 adventurers survived, most of them wounded; nearly a third of the adventurers had died.
The high death toll, besides fueling the fighting, was also due to the fact that the equipment dropped by the dead adventurers could be picked up, which was much easier than painstakingly grinding monsters.
Even the disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, who were always considered fierce and wild, felt a chill run down their spines. The outside world was changing too fast; the previously docile soul masters from smaller factions seemed to have all turned into ravenous wolves, possessing a ferocious and fearless nature.