Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 97: Feng Ling: The Polar Stillness Domain? A mere trifle!

The mountain path is narrow, with steep cliffs on both sides, like the fangs of a giant beast, blocking the only passage.

Feng Ling, who was at the very front of the convoy, suddenly raised her hand, and the entire convoy stopped immediately.

Xue Lingxiao lifted the carriage curtain and looked ahead.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, were wedged in the middle of the mountain path like nails, blocking all paths.

The person on the left, dressed in a golden robe, with an eerie face and delicate fingers, was none other than Yue Guan, the Chrysanthemum Douluo, an elder of the Spirit Hall.

The person on the right was completely shrouded in a large black cloak, and his chilling aura almost froze the surrounding air; it was none other than Ghost Douluo, Ghost Phantom.

"The two elders of the Spirit Hall personally set up an ambush here. They really think highly of me, Xue Lingxiao."

Xue Lingxiao's voice came from inside the carriage, calm and indifferent, as if the two titled Douluo who were famous throughout the continent were nothing more than two stones by the roadside.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's slightly high-pitched voice rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery: "Your Majesty the Holy Spirit King is joking. Old Ghost and I are merely here on the orders of His Holiness the Pope to invite Your Majesty to Wuhun City for a few days. We also wish to see whether Your Majesty's astonishing four 100,000-year spirit rings are real or not."

"A guest?"

Ma Xiaotao poked her head out from another carriage, her fiery temper making her sneer, "I think they want to send us to the Western Paradise! Two old geezers, sneaking around here, do they even deserve to call themselves Title Douluo?"

The body beneath Ghost Douluo's cloak twitched slightly, and his hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping, said, "Sharp-tongued little girl. Today, none of you will leave here."

“Feng Ling,” Xue Lingxiao said calmly.

"My subordinate is here!"

Feng Ling's soul power surged, and the aura of a level 98 peak Douluo was released without reservation, as deep and boundless as the sea, instantly suppressing the auras emanating from Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's expressions both changed. Although they knew that Xue Lingxiao had a powerful figure by her side, they did not expect that the other party would be a peak Douluo of level 98!

"Level ninety-eight!" Chrysanthemum Douluo shrieked, "Who are you? Why do you aid and abet evil, and associate with such a wicked demon?"

Feng Ling did not answer; her orders were to clear the obstacles.

The Evil Phoenix Martial Soul instantly possessed her, and nine soul rings rose from beneath her feet—three purple, five black, and one red—an ultimate configuration that exuded a chilling aura.

"Kill!" Feng Ling snorted coldly, her figure like an arrow released from a bow, rushing straight towards Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Sixth Soul Skill: Evil Phoenix Spreads Across the Plains!
A gigantic black phoenix phantom materialized behind her, and with a flap of its wings, countless fiery feathers, like a meteor shower, swept towards Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

"Hmph! So what if you're a level 98 peak Douluo? We're not afraid of you!" Chrysanthemum Douluo sneered, his Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum Martial Soul blooming, and the giant chrysanthemum in his hand emitting a strange light.

The seventh soul skill, the true form of the martial soul!
A giant golden chrysanthemum with a diameter of over ten feet appeared out of thin air, its countless petals shimmering with a cold light, spinning and dancing like sharp blades as it flew towards Feng Ling's fiery feathers.

Ghost Douluo also made his move at the same time, his figure turning into afterimages as he attempted to attack Feng Ling from the flank.

His sixth soul skill, the Netherworld Claw, with its chilling coldness, aimed at Feng Ling's vital points.

Feng Ling fought two opponents single-handedly and held her own in no way.

She moved with agility, darting freely through Chrysanthemum Douluo's dense rain of chrysanthemum blades and Ghost Douluo's unpredictable attacks.

The Evil Phoenix's flames were incredibly domineering. Every time they collided with Chrysanthemum Douluo's attacks, they would sizzle and turn the chrysanthemum petals into ashes.

Although Ghost Douluo's ghost claws were strange, they were ineffective against Feng Ling's protective soul power, which was almost solidified.

"Old ghost, this woman is troublesome! Let's deal with her first!" Chrysanthemum Douluo was getting impatient after failing to break through her defenses for a long time.

“Alright!” Ghost Douluo responded. The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously abandoned their attack on Feng Ling, their soul power rapidly merging.

not good!

Feng Ling's heart tightened; Martial Soul Fusion Technique!

She reacted swiftly, unleashing her fifth soul skill, Evil Phoenix Fallen Strike, gathering all her soul power to transform into a black pillar of flame that pierced the heavens and earth, fiercely striking Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo who were in the process of merging.

However, the fusion skill of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo was activated extremely quickly.

Almost at the same time that Feng Ling launched her attack, their fusion was already complete.

"Bipolar static realm!"

A strange wave spread out instantly from Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo as the center.

Wherever that fluctuation passed, time seemed to freeze, and space seemed to stand still. Even Feng Ling's Phoenix Fallen Strike, which was powerful enough to kill a Title Douluo, slowed down the moment it came into contact with that strange fluctuation.

"Hahaha! Little girl, no matter how strong you are, you can only surrender before my and Old Ghost's dual stillness domain!" Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed triumphantly.

Their bipolar stillness domain is enough to trap any Soul Master below level 95, and even those above level 95 will be subject to some restrictions.

However, Feng Ling was a level 98 peak Douluo. Although she was caught off guard and was enveloped by the Two Extremes Stillness Domain, her speed was only slightly slowed down.

"Hmph! A little trick!"

Feng Ling snorted coldly, and her soul power suddenly erupted, breaking through the two-polar stillness domain in an instant!
"What!" Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's expressions changed instantly.

How is this possible? Their bipolar stillness domain broke so quickly?!
Xue Lingxiao, inside the carriage, remained calm.

He seemed to have anticipated this situation. Just as Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were trying to restrain Feng Ling, several more figures appeared, all of them Soul Saints, and simultaneously attacked Xue Lingxiao's royal carriage.

"A swarm of ants."

A cold voice suddenly rang out behind them.

The Soul Saints froze, then turned around abruptly.

A gray figure suddenly appeared behind them.

The man held a cross-shaped sword that exuded a strong aura of death, and a diamond-shaped crystal was embedded between his eyebrows. He was none other than Hades Douluo, Harosa!
Harosa appeared silently, as if he had always been there, or as if he did not belong to this world at all.

"Who is this guy?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo caught a glimpse of the Spirit Hall's Soul Saints being dealt with, and he exclaimed in shock that he had not noticed the man's approach at all.

Harosa did not answer.

He simply raised the Hades Sword in his hand and killed those Soul Saints with a single strike, without even using his soul power.

Immediately afterwards, Harosa's sword tip pointed at Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo.

An aura of death that sent shivers down one's spine emanated from the Hades Sword.

"Watch out!" Ghost Douluo warned hoarsely. But it was too late.

Harosa's figure moved.

He had neither earth-shattering aura nor dazzling soul skills.

He simply thrust out his sword without any resistance.

The sword seemed slow, yet it was so fast that it seemed to transcend the limitations of time and space.

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo tried to dodge, but were unable to move under the lock of the Hades Sword.

They could only watch helplessly as the cross-shaped sword, exuding an aura of death, pierced towards them.

puff!

A soft sound.

The Hades Sword easily pierced Chrysanthemum Douluo's chest.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's smug smile froze instantly.

He could feel his life force draining away at an alarming rate.

That sword contained a deathly power that he could neither comprehend nor resist.

"Chrysanthemum Pass!" Ghost Douluo exclaimed, wanting to come to the rescue.

But Harosa's sword strikes did not stop.

The moment it pierced Chrysanthemum Douluo, the Hades Sword drew a strange arc and stabbed Ghost Douluo again at an incredible angle.

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