Zhu Zhuqing, closest to Lu Jingming, heard his mutter. Her pupils shrank as she tried to warn her teammates, but it was too late.
Boom!
A wild surge of soul power erupted, sweeping everything in its path.
At the same time, crimson lightning crackled, bringing destruction—it exploded without warning.
The shockwave blasted Zhu Zhuqing away.
The powerful white and red beams vanished on contact with the red lightning, dissolving into soul power points and fading as if never there.
"How is this possible?!" Yu Xiaogang's hard expression finally broke, disbelief filling his eyes and leaving him speechless.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stared, stunned, at the figure wreathed in crimson lightning.
What shocked them wasn't just that Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai's soul skills failed, but Lu Jingming's three soul rings: two purple, one black.
This soul ring configuration shattered everything they'd been taught—completely unbelievable.
"No, impossible, there can't be such a configuration. It's fake, yes, this is an illusion, fake!" Yu Xiaogang muttered, trying to convince himself. In his mind, his theories were infallible—this could only be an illusion.
Leaving aside the devastated Yu Xiaogang, Oscar and the others were stunned.
Such a terrifying soul ring combination inspired instinctive fear.
But Lu Jingming gave them no time to recover.
His cold gaze locked onto Zhu Zhuqing as he unleashed his first soul skill—Withering Spiral.
A dark purple energy compressed into a cone shot out at incredible speed, slicing the air with a shrill whistle.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation, White Tiger Protective Barrier!" At the critical moment, Dai Mubai's body glowed gold, a tiger spirit behind him roaring.
He leaped before Zhu Zhuqing, a thick golden shield spreading out.
But in the next moment, a glass-shattering sound rang out—the shield broke like a bubble.
Dai Mubai stared in disbelief at the hole in his chest, blood pouring out.
"Boss Dai, Zhuqing!" Ning Rongrong screamed.
Dai Mubai looked back, seeing Zhu Zhuqing also pierced and fading into light.
His eyes filled with pain and regret, lips trembling, but he finally closed his eyes.
"Trying to stop a chariot with a praying mantis!" Lu Jingming said coldly.
His Withering Spiral was the bane of defensive soul masters—even defense skills couldn't stop it.
With his martial soul talent, all his stats were terrifyingly boosted.
Without hesitation, after killing Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, he flashed forward.
His spear, cold as death, pointed at Ma Hongjun's brow.
"Don't even think about it—Second Soul Skill: Charm!" Xiao Wu's three rings glowed.
First, she teleported with her third skill, then used her second.
Her eyes glowed pink, filled with endless seduction, trying to disrupt Lu Jingming's mind.
"Web Bind!" At the same time, Tang San's hands flashed, sending a blue-violet orb flying.
In the air, it turned into a huge, chilling spider web, falling on Lu Jingming.
"Overestimating yourself." Lu Jingming snorted.
Trying to charm him with a soul skill—this bunny needed more lessons.
His powerful spirit surged, shattering the invading pink light.
"Pfft!"
Xiao Wu coughed blood, her face turning paper-white.
But she didn't give up. Gritting her teeth, she activated her first ring, wrapped her legs around Lu Jingming's neck, and used her waist to throw him into the web.
Ma Hongjun, eyes burning with anger, used his second skill, Bathing Phoenix, spitting an even thicker fire line.
"Strong will," Lu Jingming commented, impressed that Xiao Wu could endure the backlash to pull this off.
But, few soul skills could restrain him.
The lightning of disintegration around him dissolved all soul power that came close.
In all Douluo, only a handful of control-type soul masters could restrain him.
As expected, the web was instantly burned to ash by the red lightning.
Ma Hongjun's fire line also failed to break through.
Lu Jingming closed in on Ma Hongjun.
"Evil fire chicken—does that count as a phoenix?" Lu Jingming teased.
He kicked out—a terrifying blow that sent Ma Hongjun flying, leaving a deep trench in the ground.
His limp body showed he was dead—killed by that kick.
Without looking back, Lu Jingming threw his spear, black light flashing.
Xiao Wu groaned, looking down at the spear through her chest, her gaze confused.
"Xiao Wu!" Tang San screamed, dashing over with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step, but it was too late.
He could only watch as Xiao Wu faded into light, his heart stabbed by countless needles.
"What are you shouting for? She's not really dead!" Lu Jingming said, exasperated.
In his view, dying once in the simulated universe just meant feeling weak for a while—nothing to get worked up over.
Gu Yue had been killed by him countless times and never got this emotional.
"You deserve to die!" Tang San knew Xiao Wu wasn't really dead, but he couldn't bear to see her hurt, let alone killed before him.
To him, Lu Jingming's data avatar deserved death.
Fueled by rage, Tang San unleashed all his skill.
He retrieved a variety of hidden weapons from his storage tool, his Jade Hands flashing, hands moving with blinding speed.
Flying knives, bone-piercing nails, poison needles, and his prized Dragon Beard Needles shot at Lu Jingming.
He had full confidence, given his hidden weapons had defeated even Soul Sages before.
But Lu Jingming's power of disintegration made all the difference.
Before anything could reach him, it dissolved into nothing.
To Lu Jingming, disintegrating matter was easier than disintegrating soul power—everything was as fragile as paper.
This was the might of the Authority of Death—granting death to all things.