Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 390 A tragic victory
Just when the sticky mist was about to touch Wang Qiuer, Wang Qiuer's pair of pink and blue eyes began to bloom with star-like brilliance. As Wang Qiuer's eyes closed, even a faint golden halo overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

"Ang~!" A loud dragon roar that shook the entire competition venue erupted from Wang Qiuer's mouth.

The next moment, golden light that had almost turned into liquid was released from Wang Qiuer's body. Wang Qiu'er's long, wavy pink and blue hair began to change dramatically from the roots, turning from golden to red-gold, like a burning golden flame.

Without any ability to resist, the illusory light and shadow above Wang Qiuer's head was directly shattered under the impact of the rich golden light.

"What is this?" Wu Yu's body was forced to retreat by the golden light, and he didn't stabilize until he was sixty meters away. A pair of blood-red eyes stared at Wang Qiuer with a strange gleam, and he didn't continue to attack.

As the brilliant golden light slowly receded, a layer of fine golden dragon scales quickly covered Wang Qiuer's entire body except for her face. She looked majestic, as if she were wearing golden armor.

As Wang Qiuer's eyes suddenly opened, her pupils suddenly turned into two thin lines, vertical pupils!
Wu Yu, with bloodshot eyes, did not feel the slightest bit of fear because of Wang Qiuer's transformation. She suddenly raised her hands upwards, and then her second, third, and fifth soul rings lit up at the same time.

A strange black aura instantly spread outward from her body. Countless curses that had previously appeared above Wang Qiuer's head suddenly dispersed, rushing out in all directions. Soon, they covered nearly half of the sky above the arena.

"The fourth soul skill, Golden Dragon Explosion!"

As the fourth ring lit up, the golden dragon spear inserted not far away turned into a stream of light and flew back. With Wang Qiuer's body as the center, a layer of extremely powerful golden light instantly exploded outwards. And it was a continuous explosion.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Three violent roars erupted, and three layers of golden light stirred up a monstrous wave. A terrifying explosive force rapidly expanded and exploded. The lingering curse was instantly shattered into wisps of mist by the exploding golden light. Even Wu Yu's wide black robe was shredded into rags by the continuous impact, revealing his pale arms and legs.

Then the first, second, and third soul rings instantly lit up around Wang Qiuer's body. As she raised her right fist slightly, a giant dragon like cast gold raised its head and took shape around her body.

Step forward and punch!
Accompanied by a low dragon roar, the golden dragon suddenly pounced towards Wu Yu.

"Ah--" With a scream, accompanied by the lighting of the third soul ring, Wu Yu, who was confronting the golden dragon head, suddenly disintegrated her entire body, like a ghost, and turned into countless black light and shadows that spread around, each light and shadow looked the same as her previous body.

The golden dragon head slammed into the soul guide shield, and with a dull thud, a tiny crack appeared on the soul guide shield.

The next moment, accompanied by a shrill scream, all the black light and shadow merged again, and Wu Yu appeared in the previous position again. A trace of dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Wu Yu's blood-red eyes were full of disbelief.

This is Wu Yu's third soul skill, Wrathful Spirit Possession. It instantly transforms him into a wraith, rendering all physical attacks ineffective. However, it only lasts for a second. This is a life-saving skill, but after using it, he becomes invulnerable to attack.

"Go to hell, sixth soul skill, Golden Dragon Claw!" As Wang Qiuer leaped, the sixth black ring arranged on the outermost side of her body suddenly shone, and dark golden light shone from Wang Qiuer's right hand. Diamond-shaped golden dragon scales instantly covered her entire left palm and left arm. As her right hand raised, the golden dragon behind Wang Qiuer, which had almost turned into substance, raised its dragon claws at the same time.

"Swish~!" Five dark golden sharp blades spanning thirty meters fell from the sky.

At this moment, the intense danger triggered Wu Yu's instinctive reaction. She raised her hands suddenly, and her seventh soul ring shone brightly. The huge spirit of revenge behind her floated forward, completely merging with her body. Seventh soul skill, martial soul true form.

"Ah——" As the eighth ring lit up, a sharp scream instantly rang out from Wu Yu's mouth. Amidst the piercing scream, one could see that circles of twisted ripples instantly spread out with her as the center. Behind her, a ball of silver-white light flickered, and there seemed to be endless grooves inside.

Unlike the spiritual resentment attack of the sixth soul skill, Wu Yu's eighth soul skill is a powerful soul skill that combines spirit and sound waves. It is a truly continuous attack.

At this moment, Zheng Zhan on the competition stage had a distorted face under the impact of the fierce roar, and even blue veins appeared on his forehead.

After Wang Qiu'er unleashed this final blow with the Golden Dragon Claw, her face paled dramatically. She was struck by the incoming sonic wave and plummeted headfirst from the air. She landed, gasping for air, having been forced to release the state equivalent to her martial spirit's second awakening. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

The Golden Dragon's Claws were not a locked soul skill, and coupled with the original 30% weakened state, this time the Golden Dragon's Claws were the weakest ever.

Under the continuous impact of Wu Yu's eighth soul skill, Howl of Vengeance, the five sharp blades lost their original momentum, and in the end only one sharp blade barely grazed the shoulder of Wu Yu's martial soul true body.

Although it was just a brush, the terrifying destructive force directly knocked Wu Yu out of his martial soul's true form. As Wu Yu fell heavily to the ground from the air, large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Bang!" Zhongli Wu on the rostrum crushed the armrest of the chair when he saw this scene. His bloodshot eyes stared at Wang Qiuer on the competition field, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

Both sides suffered losses. A Soul Douluo couldn't even kill a Soul Emperor?
Bupo Douluo, who was standing in the distance, shook his dizzy head vigorously, looked at the situation on the field, and said, "Since both sides of the competition have lost their combat effectiveness at the same time, I declare!!"

"Shut up! I didn't lose!" Wang Qiu'er struggled to stand up on the stage, holding onto the Golden Dragon Spear. She gritted her teeth, her mouth filled with the smell of blood. Taking a step forward, Wang Qiu'er moved towards Wu Yu!
On the other side, Wu Yu, who was vomiting blood, struggled several times but failed to stand up. It must be said that it was worthy of being the soul ring of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. Just a sharp blade made Wu Yu's martial soul unable to condense for a short time.

At this moment, Zhang Peng, the team leader, was furious. He knew very well what Wang Qiuer's purpose was. She was going to kill him.

"The Holy Spirit Sect admits defeat in this round!" Zhang Peng said hatefully.

(End of this chapter)