Chapter 29: Demonization!
"It seems you've already recognized This servant's identity," Dai Ziming said, dusting off his sleeves.
"Kneel now, and the condition from before still stands."
Hearing this, Lin Yang didn't even lift an eyelid, his expression calm.
The gap in their Soul Power was too large; even the thousand-year spirit ring of the Demon God Body could only cause a little trouble for a Soul King.
It seemed impossible to retreat now.
Only one path remained... Thinking of this, Lin Yang lowered his eyelids. His pitch-black eyes had now turned into red vertical pupils, with dense, tiny blood vessels spreading across the entire pupil.
His heart rate was accelerating, and the speed of the blood in his body was also increasing, as if making a rumbling sound.
The true power of his second Martial Soul, the Demon God Body, was gradually being awakened.
In the eyes of others, Lin Yang's body began to undergo a sudden change.
Originally only about 1.4 meters tall, he rapidly grew to nearly two meters. His skin became fair, and the muscles on his body became long and lean, yet without losing power.
On both sides of his forehead, the skin split open, and two short white horns broke through his body.
His teeth became sharp, his nails became keen, and his fingertips carried a trace of blood-colored aura that made people subconsciously afraid to touch them.
Most bizarre of all, a layer of flame-like black patterns appeared on his skin.
These patterns spread down the left side of his neck and cheek, covering half of his body.
A faint blood-colored aura lingered around him, condensed and not dissipating. Even the two Soul Rings floating beside him seemed to take on a certain blood-red hue.
At this moment, the aura of a "human" on Lin Yang had almost completely vanished.
It was replaced by a suffocating, malevolent aura.
Like an evil Demon crawling out of hell.
Demon God Body: Complete Demonization!
In this state, Lin Yang's attack and defense power increased by 150%, recovery ability increased by 300%, and Soul skills power increased by 100%.
"This is your Martial Soul? It actually has a second transformation."
This time it was Dai Ziming's turn to be surprised.
This was the first time he had encountered such a peculiar Martial Soul, but it only made him more determined to subdue this person.
Lin Yang ignored him and suddenly looked up.
The crimson gaze caused a sudden chill to rise in Dai Ziming's heart.
How could this be? He was just a mere second ring Soul Master.
Before he could think further, the Lin Yang in front of him suddenly disappeared.
Immediately after, his Soul King-level perception screamed a warning, as an extreme sense of danger rushed from his spine straight to the crown of his head.
At this moment, Dai Ziming couldn't care about his image and shouted,
"Martial Soul, Possession!"
Accompanied by a sudden burst of intense pale white light.
Dai Ziming's originally thin body suddenly emitted a series of crackling sounds, and his body instantly expanded a bit.
His full head of golden hair turned black and white, and a faint pattern resembling the character for "King" appeared on his forehead.
The Star Luo Empire's royal inherited Martial Soul, the White Tiger.
However, the White Tiger before him lacked the dominance of the "King of Beasts" and instead had a hint of a sinister and eerie temperament.
Just then, a flash of fire, so fast it reached the limit, suddenly exploded at the corner of his eye, rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.
Sun Breathing, First Form: Waltz Flash!
Before the blade arrived, the scorching, sharp aura was already blowing against his face.
Even with Spirit Possession, Dai Ziming felt a cutting pain in his neck.
Danger!
"Roar—!"
Dai Ziming roared, and his third spirit ring suddenly brightened.
His body, under Spirit Possession, actually shrank bizarrely, and several phantoms seemed to appear around him.
third spirit ability, White Tiger Phantom Flash!
Shua!
The firelight flashed and vanished. Lin Yang's body suddenly appeared not far from Dai Ziming, a drop of blood slowly dripping from the blade onto the ground.
Around him, one yellow and two purple Soul Rings were clearly visible.
"You..."
Just as Dai Ziming was about to speak, he suddenly felt a coldness on his cheek, followed by a slight stinging pain.
He took two steps back and reached out to touch his cheek in disbelief.
A dazzling crimson stained his fingertips.
A thin, long wound slashed diagonally from his cheekbone down to his jaw, and bright red blood droplets were slowly flowing along the wound.
Seeing this, Lin Yang sighed softly.
As expected of a Soul King, his reactions are fast.
If he hadn't dodged in time, that strike enhanced by the first spirit ring ability would have cut his neck, not his face.
"My face... my face..."
Dai Ziming carefully touched the wound on his face. The bone-chilling pain made him dazed for a moment, and then he fell completely into a frenzy.
"You dare to injure my face! I will skin you alive and pull out your tendons! I'll leave you without a place to be buried!"
The last few words seemed squeezed out from between his teeth. Dai Ziming's figure flickered, almost turning into an afterimage.
The distance between the two was only a dozen meters, which for Dai Ziming was just a momentary distance.
His blade-like tiger palms shimmered with a ghostly blue light, carrying the sound of breaking wind as they clawed craftily and ruthlessly toward Lin Yang's chest.
Watching the tiger palm enlarge in his pupils, Lin Yang took a deep breath and held the sword with both hands.
The Transparent World gave him absolute control over every bone, every muscle, and even every strand of Soul Power flow in his body.
Boom!
The pitch-black Nichirin Blade seemed to be ignited, becoming extremely crimson.
The scorching high temperature made the air around the blade seem as if it were about to catch fire.
Nichirin Blade, activate!
Lin Yang stomped heavily on the ground, and a circle of airwaves and cracks exploded from the earth.
His body turned into a black shadow, trailing a fiery red tail of flame, as he boldly met that ghostly blue claw.
"Sun Breathing, Eighth Form: Flying Wheel Heat Haze!"
At the moment of the impending collision, a sharp light flashed in Lin Yang's eyes.
The flaming blade suddenly changed direction, bypassing the tiger claw at a subtle angle and slashing straight for Dai Ziming's neck.
In this situation, Lin Yang's left arm was naturally exposed under the tiger claw.
A hint of mockery flashed in Dai Ziming's eyes. Trying to trade injury for injury?
In your dreams!
The fourth spirit ring suddenly lit up. Dai Ziming opened his mouth, and his chest suddenly swelled, but he didn't let out a roar.
Instead, a visible, even space-distorting wave of sound, mixed with the pressure of Soul Power, spread in all directions like a tsunami.
fourth spirit ability, White Tiger Sky-Rending Roar!
Buzz—!
Lin Yang, bearing the brunt of the attack, felt his vision go dark, as if his head had been struck hard by a sledgehammer.
His eardrums ruptured instantly, and warm liquid flowed down his ears.
That violent soundwave even passed through his flesh; even his internal organs had been shaken into a pulp.
Just as Lin Yang's consciousness became blurred.
A massive tiger palm blade sliced through the air, ruthlessly tearing into his chest.
Puchi!
Blood splattered everywhere!
Lin Yang was instantly disemboweled, and a section of his left forearm was severed at the root, falling to the ground with a flash of blood.
Intense pain struck. Lin Yang snapped his eyes open, felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments sprayed out.
This crimson blood mist suddenly twisted and stretched in the air.
It turned into dozens of dancing blood-red thorns, frantically clinging to Dai Ziming's body.
Both his hands and legs were tied tightly, and sharp barbs stabbed ruthlessly into his protective Soul Power.
"Paltry tricks!"
The Soul King-level Soul Power surged, instantly shattering the blood-red thorns on his body.
Lin Yang took advantage of this burst of Soul Power to perform a backflip, shooting backward violently.
His remaining right hand slammed the Nichirin Blade into the ground, sliding for over ten meters before he could stop.
Lin Yang knelt on one knee, supporting his body with the sword, gasping for breath as he desperately tried to adjust his chaotic breathing and Soul Power.
Is this the true strength of a Soul King?
The gap between him and a Spirit Grandmaster is not just three Soul Rings, but also that majestic and peerless Soul Power.
The same hundred-year spirit ring, when used by a Spirit Grandmaster versus a Soul King, has a world of difference in power.
Even though he has the Demon God Body and doesn't fear pain, in this state, his Soul Power is consumed extremely quickly.
In a short time, thirty percent of his Soul Power has already been burned away.
If this continues, before he can force out the other's ten-thousand-year spirit ability, he'll have to use his flight skill to escape.
Just then, a cool and gentle Soul Power suddenly poured into his body, like a trickling stream seeping into parched soil.
This Soul Power wasn't vast, but it came very timely.
Lin Yang's eyes lit up. It was the Blue Silver Emperor; she was secretly helping him recover Soul Power.
Well done!
If it weren't the wrong time, Lin Yang would have wanted to pull the Blue Silver Emperor into his arms and give her a big kiss.
This wave of support came just in time.