Chapter 281: Creating a Soul Skill
With the augmentation of four Heavenly Flames, Xiao Yan's strength finally reached the Dou Zun level. His physical body, comparable to that of a peak Dou Zong, and his surging power at the pinnacle of a one star Dou Zun placed him on par with or even slightly above his opponent, the corrupted "Han Feng."
The dazzling seven colored Heavenly Flame danced around Xiao Yan, making him appear like a divine figure emerging from the inferno.
Han Feng's Dread
Han Feng's expression twisted in shock.
"I never expected you to possess so many Heavenly Flames!"
Seeing the blazing, seven colored fire surrounding Xiao Yan, Han Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He understood that his once overpowering demonic energy, which allowed him to dominate most beings of the Dou Qi Continent, had finally encountered its nemesis.
But instead of retreating, Han Feng's eyes gleamed with ferocious determination.
"The stronger you are, the more I must kill you!"
With a chilling snarl, Han Feng's form grew even more twisted and sinister.
The Clash of Titans
In an instant, Han Feng's form blurred, tearing through the void with incredible speed. His clawed hand, covered in dark scales, sliced through the air with enough force to distort the surrounding space as it aimed for Xiao Yan.
Facing the deadly attack, Xiao Yan stood firm. His body coiled like a drawn bow, channeling his immense physical power into his right fist. With a thunderous roar, he punched forward, his strike carrying the might to shatter mountains.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Each clash of their blows shattered the surrounding space. The shockwaves from their battle rippled outward, tearing the once pristine Spring God Ravine into fragments. The ravine, a landmark of the Black Corner Region for centuries, was utterly destroyed.
Stalemate
After another explosive exchange, both fighters were forced to retreat hundreds of meters. They glared at each other, their gazes filled with wariness and determination.
"Your peak strength… it's far beyond what you're showing now!" Xiao Yan said, his tone grave.
For the first time in a long while, Xiao Yan felt genuine pressure. Most opponents of similar rank were unable to withstand his endless arsenal of techniques and strategies. Even those stronger than him struggled under the might of his Heavenly Flames.
But this "Han Feng" was different. His soul power far surpassed Xiao Yan's, and his techniques were equally profound. Without the protection of his Fallen Heart Flame, Xiao Yan's soul would have suffered serious damage. Even his speed, aided by exceptional Dou Techniques, seemed slightly inferior.
A Former Demon King
Han Feng sneered. "In my clan, the rank of 'Demon King' corresponds to the Dou Sheng realm in your Dou Qi Continent. Do you think someone like me would be weak?"
Xiao Yan's heart sank. A chill ran through him as he absorbed this information. A Dou Sheng level expert?!
The enemy's peak strength was terrifying. If Han Feng's current state severely weakened yet still posing such a threat was anything to go by, Xiao Yan shuddered to imagine the strength of an intact Demon King.
The Battle Rages On
Neither backed down. They clashed again, their figures transforming into streaks of black and rainbow light, wreaking havoc as they collided. The landscape of Spring God Ravine was unrecognizable, transformed into a chaotic expanse of craters and rubble.
After another violent exchange, Han Feng staggered back, black blood seeping from his mouth. His gaze became even more malevolent.
"You've pushed me to this extent, and you're only a Dou Zong?!" Han Feng snarled, his pride wounded. "But this ends now!"
Suddenly, Han Feng's body began to change. His figure expanded, and wounds across his body grotesquely split open, revealing rows of eerie, blood red eyes.
Xiao Yan's Resolve
"That trick again?" Xiao Yan smirked coldly.
He could feel the strain of his Heavenly Flame techniques. Both fighters were nearing their limits. If neither succeeded in a decisive strike soon, their strengths would plummet, leaving them vulnerable.
Han Feng cackled. "You won't survive this, brat! Even if it costs me everything, you'll die!"
As Han Feng spoke, the bloody eyes across his body exploded into a cloud of crimson mist. Even his own eyes burst, sending streams of blood cascading down his face.
The mist coalesced into a single, ominous black eye that radiated an overwhelming sense of despair.
"This is the price for forcing me to use my trump card!" Han Feng roared. "This eye will cost me dearly to reform, but it will destroy you!"
The black eye opened, releasing a terrifying blood red beam the Extinguishing Soul Demon Light.
A Life Threatening Attack
The beam hurtled toward Xiao Yan, radiating destructive power that pierced space itself. Even with his defenses, Xiao Yan felt the cold grip of death. His instincts screamed that if this attack struck, his soul would be obliterated.
"Young Master, should we intervene?"
The calm voices of the Two Saints echoed from behind him.
Xiao Yan shook his head firmly. "No need."
Despite the imminent danger, a spark of understanding flickered in Xiao Yan's eyes. The threat of death often brought the greatest inspiration, and in that moment, clarity struck him.
Creating a Soul Skill
Xiao Yan's hands moved instinctively, forming seals unlike anything he had learned before. Drawing upon his insights, he fused the Fallen Heart Flame with his soul power.
As the two forces merged, a vibrant, seven colored fire lotus began to form. But unlike his earlier attacks, this lotus exuded a profound, mystical aura.
The fire lotus surrounded Xiao Yan, spinning rapidly.
When the blood red beam struck the lotus, it shattered the first petal with a loud crack. But as the lotus spun, a new petal replaced the destroyed one.
The process repeated. Each petal absorbed and neutralized a portion of the beam's energy.
The beam, relentless and destructive, eventually dimmed after shattering hundreds of petals. Finally, it disappeared entirely, its energy consumed by the lotus.
Victory and Revelation
Xiao Yan's face was pale, and his body trembled slightly. Despite his exhaustion, a triumphant smile graced his lips.
In contrast, Han Feng's expression was one of sheer disbelief.
From behind, the Two Saints watched in awe.
"He… created a soul skill?" one of them murmured.
Indeed, Xiao Yan had just forged a technique of his own a soul based skill infused with the unique properties of the Heavenly Flames. It was a feat few could achieve.
Han Feng's confidence crumbled. For the first time, fear flickered in his eyes as he realized Xiao Yan might not be the one to die here today.
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