Douluo Continent: The God of Thunder Descends, Martial Soul Lei Yi

Chapter 91: A brutal massacre of eight-stage throws.

again and again.

Xiao Wu used all of her explosive Eight-Stage Throw on Tang San.

Although the first seven stages were almost entirely used to break through defenses, Tang San, despite his current strength, was nearly knocked unconscious by these first seven stages.

Every part of his body ached. Tang San, lying on the ground, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision blurring.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get treatment done."

Lei Ming raised an eyebrow and shouted at Jiang Zhu, who was still in a daze.

Jiangzhu then realized what was happening, looked at Lei Ming in horror, and used her soul skill on Tang San.

The pink phantom returned to Lei Ming's side, its large, expressive eyes filled with sorrow.

Fortunately, Tang San didn't use the terrifying 1080-degree aerial spinning slam at the end of the Eight-Stage Throw, otherwise he would have died on the spot.

"Is this a 100,000-year-old soul skill? It's truly terrifying!"

"To actually defeat a Soul King-level disciple of the Clear Sky Sect without any chance to fight back, no wonder so many people are vying for a 100,000-year Soul Ring."

The audience fell silent, then cheered for Lei Ming and the Tianshui team.

"I want you dead!"

Blood trickled from Tang San's lips, wisps of black flames emanated from his body, his dislocated bones began to realign, and his missing thigh began to regrow.

His vicious eyes were fixed on Lei Ming, as if he wanted to devour him whole to vent his hatred.

"Since that's the case, then I won't let you off the hook."

Lei Ming calmly watched Tang San's transformation, took a deep breath, and silently apologized.

This is not an apology to Tang San, but an apology to Shui Ningbing and the Tianshui team.

Although Tang San was already considered a target to be killed, it was only put off until after the management competition.

However, Tang San has now been tainted by Sorenson's aura, so he absolutely cannot leave the main stage alive.

"Ah Ming, go for it!"

Shui Bing'er's resolute voice came from afar; she knew that her boyfriend had always wanted to kill Tang San.

They also knew that the hatred between the two was beyond redemption.

If it weren't for the chance to participate in the competition for Tianshui Academy, Tang San would probably be dead long ago.

But now she no longer wanted Lei Ming to have any reservations, so she directly offered her support.

"it is good."

Lei Ming glanced back at Shui Bing'er and nodded slightly.

When she turned to look at Tang San again, her gaze was unwavering.

He reversed the Aurora Blade in his hand, and it shot towards Tang San like a cannonball. But the pink phantom was a step faster than him and approached Tang San, appearing directly behind him.

Lei Ming's sixth soul skill is Void and Explosive Eight-Stage Throw.

The Eight-Stage Explosive Throw consumes Xiao Wu's soul, but consumes very little soul power.

It can only be used once within twelve hours to avoid harming Xiao Wu's soul.

But Lei Ming isn't Tang San, and Xiao Wu isn't Shui Bing'er.

Lei Ming wouldn't care about damaging Xiao Wu's soul, so he used his most powerful 100,000-year soul skill.

The scorpion braid wrapped directly around Tang San's neck, her cold eyes were completely calm, her fair hands gripped Tang San's shoulders, and her long, slender legs were pressed against Tang San's waist.

After Lei Ming's Aurora Blade pierced Tang San's abdomen, Xiao Wu tossed Tang San into the air and followed suit.

The third soul skill lit up, and dozens of electric balls followed closely behind Lei Ming, all of them slamming into Tang San's body, which was enveloped in black flames.

The first, second, and third stages of the Eight-Stage Strike.

Each segment caused Tang San to groan in pain, his bones cracking constantly, but the black flames quickly repaired his body.

Xiao Wu jumped up again, catching up with Tang San's body in mid-air, and wrapped her legs around his neck.

As the two spun terrifyingly in the air, a full 1060 degrees, Tang San's neck even seemed to lengthen slightly.

boom---

Tang San was slammed hard onto the ground.

But a golden lightning bolt shot in, and golden lightning flashed continuously in the dust, accompanied by Tang San's fierce screams.

"What happened? Why is Lei Ming using only deadly moves? How is Tang San so resilient?"

Xue Qinghe, sitting in the VIP section, frowned deeply; the developments on stage had completely exceeded their expectations.

Lei Ming's strength was originally enough to completely overwhelm Tang San, so why did he unleash all his killing moves at this moment?

The terrifying power of that 100,000-year-old soul skill was enough to severely injure a Soul Douluo, so why was Tang San's scream still so loud, as if he hadn't been hurt at all?

"This is really tricky!"

Lightning flashed in Lei Ming's eyes, his fourth spirit ring lit up, and he transformed into the form of the Thunder God Lei Yi.

The fifth soul skill is activated.

The Aurora Blade in his hand shone brightly with golden light and instantly grew dozens of times larger.

Thor's Heaven-Splitting Slash!

Lei Ming's golden pupils were devoid of any emotion as he slashed down at Tang San with the enormous golden blade in his hand.

boom!

A huge object smashed a large hole in the roof above the Soul Arena, and at the critical moment, it stood in front of Tang San.

A powerful golden lightning bolt crackled and popped as the Thunder God's Heaven-Splitting Slash, accompanied by a gust of wind, struck the hammer-shaped object, causing it to tremble slightly as if it were emitting mournful cries.

"Children's roughhousing doesn't always warrant such violence!"

As the golden light of Thor's Heaven-Slaying Slash dissipated, a figure slowly descended from the sky, and a deep, slightly angry voice came from under the cloak.

"People from the Haotian Sect!"

"This is the Haotian Hammer!"

"Tang Xiao."

Ning Fengzhi stared at the burly figure, his brows furrowed slightly, and he murmured to himself.

Nine spirit rings, yellow, purple, black ...

"What do you mean?"

A blue figure silently appeared in the air, facing off against Tang Xiao with nine spirit rings: yellow, purple, black, black, black, and red. Water condensed into ice.

"A 100,000-year soul ring!"

Tang Xiao stared at Shui Ningbing's red soul ring, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke.

"Is it really necessary to use such a deadly move in a sparring match between children?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Lei Ming, who was slowly rising from the ground, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the red spirit ring.

"Sect Leader Tang, this is the Elite Soul Master Competition. Even if Tang San dies here, Lei Ming will still be punished. Are you trying to break the rules and interfere?"

Xue Qinghe, who was in the VIP section, stood up and shouted at Tang Xiao in the air.

However, his behavior displeased the Great Emperor Xueye who was standing beside him.

When facing a powerful figure, especially one like Tang Xiao who possesses both strength and power, the Heavenly Dou Royal Family must show respect and never confront him directly.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Lei Ming unleash another burst of golden light, his fifth soul skill seemingly requiring no soul power, slashing down at Tang San below without hesitation.

Although it was said that he was cutting Tang San, Xue Ye felt for some reason that it was cutting her own neck, and immediately shut her mouth.

(End of this chapter)