Ghost never expected Lin Chen to dare to strike first, and even less did he expect that the opponent's speed and strength would be so terrifying!
"Bang!"
Thor's hammer, carrying immense thunder, slammed into his head. The defensive barrier formed by his soul power shattered instantly, and the ghost felt dizzy and as if his skull was about to break.
Lin Chen struck hard and didn't stop. He flipped his wrist and the second hammer slammed into the ghost's chest like thunder!
"puff--"
The ghost coughed up blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into several towering trees. Its fate was unknown.
"Old ghost!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard stood on end, and he roared in a shrill rage: "Lin Yuan! I will tear you to pieces!"
His body swelled with the spiritual power of rare flowers and herbs, and his ninth spirit ring shone brightly as he charged towards Lin Chen. Spirit Kite Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo reacted quickly, unleashing their spirit skills from the left and right, forming a pincer movement!
Facing the combined attack of three titled Douluo, Lin Chen remained calm, his hands lighting up simultaneously.
Left hand: Ice blue; Right hand: Crimson red!
"Ice and Fire Dragon King Soul Bone Technique - Ice Dragon Abyss Annihilation! Heaven-Burning Fire Dragon Cannon!"
Two colossal dragons, one of ice and one of fire, roared forth. The ice dragon froze the void, while the fire dragon incinerated everything, each striking towards Spirit Kite Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo respectively.
"Boom! Boom!"
Two loud bangs rang out, and the two titled Douluo hastily defended themselves, only to be shaken by the terrifying power of ice and fire, causing their blood and qi to surge and forcing them to retreat repeatedly, instantly losing their fighting ability.
In the blink of an eye, only Chrysanthemum Douluo remained on the field and rushed forward!
Lin Chen's eyes turned cold. He clenched his left hand in the air, and a Thunder Prison Sword, formed entirely of purple-gold lightning, appeared—it was his external soul bone. At the same time, the Thunder God Hammer in his right hand underwent a dramatic change in form, its blade extending to perfectly merge with the Thunder Prison Sword, transforming into a longsword of lightning!
With a sword in hand, all thunderbolts will submit!
"Thunder God Slash!"
Lin Chen slashed with his sword, and a purple crescent-shaped sword aura that stretched across the sky and earth suddenly erupted, carrying world-destroying lightning, and slashed down towards Chrysanthemum Douluo!
Chrysanthemum Douluo's spirit rings flashed wildly, his seventh spirit ring blazing brightly as he roared, "Martial Soul True Form! Extraordinary Heavenly Chrysanthemum!"
A gigantic golden chrysanthemum phantom bloomed behind him, its petals like blades, attempting to block the Thunder God's Slash. However, in his haste, he only had time to activate his Martial Soul True Body, leaving no time to stack any defensive soul skills, thus greatly reducing his defensive power.
"Snap—"
The thunderous sword energy swept away everything in its path, instantly tearing apart the illusory image of the Heavenly Chrysanthemum and striking Chrysanthemum Douluo fiercely!
"puff!"
He coughed up blood, his body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, his life force instantly waning.
Lin Chen struck successfully, and without a trace of lingering affection, he turned and ran!
He wouldn't be foolish enough to stay and fight a bunch of Title Douluos to the death!
He knew his own limitations perfectly well: in terms of single-target burst damage, with the Thor's Armor, Thor's Hammer, and the Ice and Fire Dragon King Soul Bone, he was enough to severely injure a Title Douluo; but in terms of sustained combat power, his soul power level was ultimately only Soul King, and he simply couldn't afford to waste it. The series of soul skills he had just unleashed had already depleted most of his soul power, and he could only last for two or three more rounds before he was completely exhausted.
Moreover, he had already made up his mind not to reveal his Blue Silver Emperor and Dragon God Martial Souls unless absolutely necessary. With only his second Martial Soul, the Thunder God Hammer, he could only severely injure four people at most; if he continued fighting, defeat would be inevitable.
"Walk!"
Lin Chen activated all his remaining soul power, and the Thunder God Armor flashed. His figure transformed into a purple streak of light, hurtling towards the depths of the dense forest at an extreme speed.
At the same time, his mental energy spread out, sensing the movements behind him—the ghost was knocked away, and Yue Guan, Ling Yuan, and Gui Bao were also injured to varying degrees, and they should not be able to catch up in a short time.
Just as Lin Chen moved, a furious roar of extreme shrillness came from behind him. Amidst the surging black mist, a black shadow chased after him like a ghost—it was none other than Ghost Douluo Ghost Phantom, who had been knocked away earlier!
Although he was knocked away by Thor's hammer, as a titled Douluo of the agility-attack type, his speed was already at its peak. Even though he was seriously injured, his burst of speed was still astonishing.
"Lin Yuan! You dare to hurt me! Today I will make sure your soul is annihilated!"
The ghost's eyes turned crimson, its seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up, and its pitch-black martial spirit form enveloped its entire body, its figure transforming into endless ghostly shadows. Then, the eighth spirit ring shone brightly, and its chilling spirit power swept in all directions: "Eighth Spirit Skill - Nine Nether Hell!"
In an instant, countless pitch-black ghost claws burst forth from the ground, carrying a chilling power that corroded everything, and frantically clawed at Lin Chen's back, trying to drag him into the endless abyss.
Lin Chen's eyes narrowed, startled but not flustered. He had anticipated that the agility-based attackers would be difficult to deal with, and now he would no longer hold back!
"Buzz—"
Above his head, a pair of ferocious and majestic purple-gold dragon horns suddenly grew out, crackling with lightning, marking the complete activation of the Thunder Dragon King's external soul bone!
"Thunder Dragon's Divine Punishment!"
Lin Chen roared to the sky, and purple-gold lightning shot straight into the clouds. Amidst the rolling clouds, a huge phantom of a hundred-zhang-long thunder dragon suddenly appeared. Its dragon eyes were like lightning, and its dragon scales were shimmering with world-destroying lightning. With the supreme pressure of the dragon race, it suddenly swooped down towards the ghost!
"roar--!!"
The thunder dragon roared, its thunderous force shattering the countless ghostly claws, and collided fiercely with the ghostly Nine Netherworld.
"puff!"
The ghost had already exhausted its eighth soul skill, and was once again coughed up blood by the power of the thunder dragon, its aura becoming increasingly weak.
How could Lin Chen give him a chance to catch his breath?
A faint light flashed from the skull between the eyebrows, and an invisible wave carrying the great power of destiny suddenly shot out, heading straight for the ghost's brow!
"A tragedy of fate!"
This divine skill of the head soul bone ignores soul power defense and directly erodes the enemy's destiny meridian, making the soul master's physical body and soul skill defense vulnerable!
"ah--!"
Ghost felt excruciating pain in his meridians, his defensive barrier as fragile as paper. The residual force of the thunder dragon slammed into him, blasting him away and sending him crashing heavily into the ground. Smoke and dust filled the air, and he fell completely still.
As dawn approached, a pale white hue appeared on the horizon, casting a light golden hue over the dark forest.
Lin Chen had been running all night, and his soul power was already on the verge of exhaustion, yet he still maintained his extreme speed. A cold smile played on his lips as he had already anticipated the movements of his pursuers—the agility-type Ghostly Demon and Ghost Leopard Douluo, who recovered from their injuries the fastest and were the most adept at running, would undoubtedly be the first to catch up.
Just as expected!
Two sharp shouts, like thunderclaps, suddenly exploded from behind:
"Lin Yuan! Where are you going! Immediately come with us back to the Spirit Hall and meet His Holiness the Pope!"
Lin Chen turned around abruptly and saw two dark figures breaking through the air, their soul rings shining brightly, and their seventh soul rings blazing with light, indicating that they had both activated their Martial Soul True Body!
Ghost Leopard Douluo transformed into a giant black leopard, its claws gleaming with a cold light, its speed as fast as lightning; Ghostly Phantom, though pale-faced, remained a ghostly figure, shrouded in black mist, relentlessly pursuing them. Despite their severe injuries, the explosive power and speed of their agility-based attacks were still not to be underestimated.
Seeing this, Lin Chen was not afraid at all; instead, he burst into laughter, his tone full of sarcasm:
"Go back? Do you think I'm stupid? Going back would only get me a beating! If you're so capable, then have your Pope Bibi Dong come see me in person! You two defeated soldiers think you can keep me here? Dream on!"
Enraged by Lin Chen's taunts, Ghost Leopard Douluo and Ghostly Demon trembled with fury and shouted, "Lin Yuan! If you have the guts, don't run away! Fight me fair and square!"
Lin Chen didn't stop walking, his laughter echoing through the forest: "Are you guys stupid or am I? Four Title Douluos ganging up on me, a Soul King, and you dare to call it fair and square? Have you no shame!"
"Who do you think you are, a Soul King!" Ghostly Demon roared, his black mist churning with rage. "What Soul King could possibly be chased so relentlessly by two Title Douluos? If you've got the guts, stop right there, and we'll settle this with you one-on-one!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chen, who was running ahead, suddenly stopped and turned around.
A burst of purple-gold lightning erupted, and Thor's Hammer was gripped tightly in his hand, its body crackling with lightning, its oppressive aura sweeping across all directions.
"Okay, as you wish."
Lin Chen's tone was calm, but his domineering aura made the Ghost Leopard Douluo and Ghostly Demon, who were charging at the front, freeze instantly. They subconsciously stopped in their tracks, quickly creating a distance of several feet, and stared at him warily.
Both of them had personally experienced Lin Chen's terrifying combat power: the domineering power of the Thor's Hammer, the ferocity of the Thunder Dragon, and the unpredictability of the Fate's Sorrow—each move was enough to severely injure a Title Douluo. Now, with only the two of them remaining, how could they dare to advance easily? They had only one thought in their minds—to delay! Only when Yue Guan and Ling Yuan Douluo arrived, and the four of them surrounded him, could they be certain of victory!
Looking at their hesitant appearance, Lin Chen curled up a mocking smile, deliberately brandishing the Thor's Hammer, his tone full of disdain: "What? Weren't you shouting so fiercely just now? Now that I've stopped, why don't you dare to come up? Are you scared? Or are all the Title Douluos of the Spirit Hall cowards who only know how to talk big?"
"Since you don't dare to make a move, then I'm really leaving." Lin Chen shrugged helplessly and made as if to turn around.
"Wait!" Ghost Leopard Douluo and Ghostly Charm shouted in unison, their faces turning pale and then red.
Lin Chen glanced at the two of them, his tone full of mockery: "What? You really want to fight four against one? Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall, you can do something so shameless. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the whole continent?"
Their cheeks burned with shame—they had just been clamoring for Lin Chen to stop the one-on-one fight, but now they were waiting for their teammates to surround them; they were indeed in the wrong. But Ghostly gritted his teeth and shamelessly said, "There's nothing we can do, you're too unpredictable! We're both agility-based attackers, with no defensive soul skills. A one-on-one fight with you would definitely result in another heavy blow, and we might even lose our lives! We can only wait for the other two to arrive!"
"Heh, you're really shameless." Lin Chen chuckled, then suddenly changed the subject, "However, I can give you, this shameless guy, some face."
The ghost was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "What face?"
"It's simple." Lin Chen's lips curled into a calculating smile. "Once the four of you are all together, you can face me head-on. I'll let you go all out. If the four of you can't defeat me, you can let me go; if you defeat me, you don't need to tie me up, I'll go back to the Spirit Hall with you myself. How about that?"
Ghost Leopard Douluo's eyes lit up, and he quickly tugged at Ghostly Charm's sleeve, whispering, "That works! If the four of us can't take him down even if we join forces, then we'll have no face to chase after him any longer. Going back to report is a reasonable course of action!"
After pondering for a moment, Ghost decided that the bet was entirely in his favor and immediately nodded, "Alright! I accept!"
"Great!" Lin Chen laughed loudly, but the next moment he quickly took out several lustrous immortal herbs from his spatial soul tool, threw them into his mouth without thinking, and began to chew them.
A surge of rich life energy and soul power exploded within his body, and his soul power, which was on the verge of depletion, rebounded at a visible speed—this was exactly the opportunity he wanted to delay! Taking advantage of the brief reunion of the four, he quickly replenished his soul power, making full preparations for the upcoming "performance battle."
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