Chapter 30: Soul King, Die!
Pfft!
Lin Yang's arm, which had been severed at the root, regenerated instantly.
Even his internal organs, which had been crushed into a pulp, quickly recovered to their original state, looking exactly as they had before.
This was the power of the Demon God Body; its terrifying recovery speed gave Lin Yang much more room for error.
This scene was naturally witnessed by Dai Ziming.
His pupils constricted sharply, and his heart hammered against his ribs.
Regenerating a severed limb... this... this simply wasn't a level of recovery a human should possess.
Even with the rumored Nine-Hearted Crabapple Martial Soul, it would be absolutely impossible to achieve this degree of healing.
The only possibility was that this kid possessed a Soul Bone, and a high-quality one at that.
At this thought, Dai Ziming's eyes instantly filled with greed.
No matter how many secrets this kid held, he would dig every single one of them out, bit by bit.
Lin Yang naturally saw Dai Ziming's expression and could roughly guess his thoughts.
But it didn't matter anymore; the two were now mortal enemies, and only one would leave alive.
Regardless of the final outcome, the winner takes all and the loser eats dirt; it had always been this way.
Shaking out his arm, Lin Yang picked up his Nichirin Blade and stood up once more.
Dai Ziming didn't say much either; after the previous exchange, the contempt in his eyes had completely vanished.
He had already paid the price for his negligence and naturally wouldn't repeat the same mistake.
Facing this bizarre kid, even as a Soul King, a single lapse in judgment could lead to his downfall, so he had no choice but to go all out.
If word got out that a Soul King had to go all out against a Spirit Grandmaster, people would laugh their heads off.
But the reality was unfolding right before his eyes.
The two soon began a new round of slaughter, even more brutal than before.
Lin Yang swung his Nichirin Blade in rapid succession, flames erupting with every flash of the blade, dragging heavy waves of heat through the air.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Dai Ziming's tiger-claw blades collided with the Nichirin Blade, sending sparks flying.
Furthermore, his speed was incredibly fast and erratic, frequently launching ambushes from various tricky angles.
"Hiss—!"
Accompanied by the sound of a sharp intake of breath, Lin Yang's footwork suddenly changed.
His figure flickered, splitting into three afterimages that slashed toward Dai Ziming from three directions simultaneously.
Sun Breathing, Fourth Form: Fake Rainbow - Triple Shadow!
"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Barrier!"
A white barrier instantly enveloped Dai Ziming's entire body.
"First Soul Skill, Sharp Metal!"
A sharp edge was suddenly applied to the Nichirin Blade, cutting through the seemingly indestructible barrier like a hot knife through butter.
Dai Ziming's expression changed; this blade was actually a Martial Soul, not just a weapon.
Stomping heavily on the ground, his figure retreated backward.
Although his Martial Soul was the White Tiger, he was more adept at using speed and Martial Soul Abilities to suppress opponents than direct close-quarters combat.
Lin Yang stepped forward, his slashing speed suddenly increasing.
Countless sharp blade auras became as dense as a net, reaching a dizzying level of intensity.
Sun Breathing, Fifth Form: Fire Wheel - Chaos!
In a single breath, the Sharp Metal energy tore through the air; Dai Ziming's robes were instantly shredded, and crisscrossing blade wounds appeared all over his body.
The next moment, a blazing orb of light suddenly condensed in front of Dai Ziming's chest. He pushed his hand forward, releasing a shockingly powerful wave of brilliant white light.
The purpose of this attack wasn't to injure, but to force some distance between himself and Lin Yang.
"Flesh Thorns!"
The battlefield was covered in the blood Lin Yang had shed.
With a thought, countless Flesh Thorns erupted from the ground, layering themselves in front of him to form a shield.
Boom!
A violent explosion instantly kicked up a cloud of dust that filled the sky.
Countless thorns were instantly torn apart by the white light.
But for every one destroyed, more blood-red thorns would regenerate.
At that moment, Lin Yang, hiding behind the thorns, suddenly felt a sense of fatal crisis.
Amidst the dust, a black Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and the Soul Power within Dai Ziming's body instantly decreased by more than half.
In its place, a massive phantom of a White Tiger appeared, radiating a terrifying wave of energy that made one's heart tremble.
Dai Ziming's face was somewhat pale, and a sinister smile played across his feminine features.
"Go to hell!"
Fifth Soul Skill, White Tiger Heaven-Shattering Spike.
Lin Yang's presence had been completely locked onto.
A concentrated beam of golden light erupted from the White Tiger's mouth, transforming into a straight golden flash that instantly pierced through his chest.
The scorching golden light felt as if it were going to burn him to ashes from the inside out.
A look of ruthlessness flashed in Lin Yang's eyes as he threw the Nichirin Blade in his hand, sending it flying straight at Dai Ziming.
This seemingly laughable attack made Dai Ziming laugh out loud, a hearty and triumphant sound.
"Haha! Is this the death struggle of an ant?"
Amidst Dai Ziming's laughter, Lin Yang's body was rapidly burned to ash, and a crystal-clear Soul Bone fell to the ground.
A sharp light flashed in Dai Ziming's eyes, and his tensed nerves instantly relaxed.
Since a Soul Bone had dropped, it meant the kid was definitely dead.
Just as he lifted his foot to claim his spoils of war, a restrained red light...
...flashed past like a bolt of blood-colored lightning, slicing straight across his neck.
Dai Ziming's figure suddenly froze, his head separating from his body with a 'thud' as it hit the ground, kicking up puffs of dust.
In his final moments of vision, he saw Lin Yang with only half a body remaining.
Blood-red vines supported his body as he held the Nichirin Blade in one hand, his crimson eyes staring coldly at him.
"How can this be..."
With a final sense of bewilderment, Dai Ziming's consciousness plunged into total darkness.
Lin Yang, with only half a body left, could no longer support himself and collapsed to the ground. Looking at the now-dead Dai Ziming, a slight smile appeared on his face.
This victory had been hard-won, but he had won in the end.
From the very beginning, he knew the gap between him and a Soul King was too vast; a direct frontal assault was almost impossible to win.
The reason he fought with such a fearless, suicidal attitude was to scatter his flesh and blood across the entire battlefield.
On one hand, it was to create an opportunity;
on the other, it was so the illusions created by 'Blindfold' could better hide his physical remains.
When Dai Ziming unleashed his Fifth Soul Skill, he knew the opportunity had arrived.
Throwing the Nichirin Blade was to prevent Dai Ziming from realizing he wasn't dead yet.
Even leaving the Soul Bone behind was a diversion.
He had sent the Nichirin Blade along with the Blue Silver Emperor to the location of his severed flesh.
All of this was for the purpose of delivering the fatal blow the moment the opponent let down his guard.
Fortunately... the one standing at the end was him.
Of course, the price paid was severe enough.
For that final strike, almost all the Soul Power in his body had been used to recover his physical form, leaving him nearly drained.
Fortunately, Blue Silver had been continuously supplying him with Soul Power, allowing him to persevere.
At the same time, the moment Dai Ziming died, the guards not far away immediately fell into a commotion.
With their master dead, these guards would definitely be held responsible.
However, if they could kill the culprit, they might be able to atone for their failure.
Lin Yang didn't bother to give these guards, whose eyes were growing increasingly fierce, a second look; they were all going to die anyway.
"Blue Silver..." Lin Yang paused, then said softly, "Ah Yin, I'll leave it to you."
The Blue Silver Emperor sprouted abruptly from Lin Yang's chest, its gold-veined leaves swaying as if it were extremely excited.
Blue Silver Domain, unfold!
Immediately, the ground shook violently.
Countless deep blue vines erupted from the earth like awakening giant serpents, enveloping all the guards within them.
Blue Silver Spike Array!
The vines suddenly hardened, each one as sharp as a spear.
They surged upward, tearing through the air and piercing the chests of every guard with cold precision.
For a moment, all sorts of wailing and crying for parents rang out one after another.
But the vines were deaf to them, acting like the Reaper's scythe, heartlessly and efficiently harvesting their lives.
Before long, all sounds came to an abrupt halt.
All that overconfident agitation and killing intent were nailed dead within this forest.
Just then, Ah Yin sent a thought. Lin Yang looked at the cage still covered with black cloth; inside were the only remaining survivors.
"Forget about them."
The Domain slowly retracted, and the vines silently receded, leaving behind only a ground full of lifeless bodies.
The Blue Silver Emperor swayed its body and quietly retreated back into Lin Yang's body, as if nothing had ever happened.