Chapter 196 Ma Hongjun's Tragic Death.
That look in his eyes was so calm.
It was so calm it was chilling.
It's like a traveler on a journey suddenly seeing a clueless mosquito buzzing towards their face.
There was nothing but disgust.
"Noisy".
Lu Ming parted his lips slightly.
These two words were not deliberately imbued with soul power, yet they entered everyone's ears with crystal clarity amidst the deafening roar of exploding flames.
Immediately afterwards.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, at the moment when the terrifyingly high temperature, enough to melt gold and iron, was about to touch his hair.
Lu Ming made a move.
He did not summon his martial spirit.
No spirit rings lit up.
He didn't even move his feet an inch.
He simply raised his wide sleeve casually and waved it lightly at the arrogant fire phoenix above his head.
The movements were graceful and freehand, as if shooing away flies.
boom!
A seemingly light and airy flick of the sleeve.
The space in front of them suddenly collapsed.
An invisible yet tangible, terrifying force burst forth from the sleeve in an instant.
That's not soul power.
That was pure, ultimate power; it was a domineering will that transcended the rules.
The once unstoppable and arrogant fourth soul skill, "Phoenix Roaring Strike," was as fragile as a paper toy in the face of this invisible force.
Click—
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The enormous nine-headed phoenix phantom didn't even last a second before it was instantly covered in cracks.
Immediately afterwards.
Shattered.
A burst of red light exploded across the sky.
The extreme fire that should have been poured onto Lu Ming was forcibly pushed back by that invisible force.
Moreover, it swept back with even greater speed and ferocity than when it came!
"ah--!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky above Jialing Pass.
The sound was so pitiful that it sent chills down one's spine, like a fat pig being skinned alive.
Ma Hongjun never dreamed that this would be the outcome.
His prized phoenix flames had now become the most deadly weapon.
Crimson flames instantly engulfed his body.
The excruciating pain of being burned alive caused all the fat on his body to tremble violently. The fat was instantly roasted by the high temperature, making a sizzling sound, and then burned into black smoke.
His once magnificent clothes instantly turned to ashes.
The nine-headed phoenix martial spirit true form, which was used to decorate the facade, not only failed to protect its master after being devoured by its own flames, but instead became fuel to fuel the fire.
"My hands! My face!"
"It's hot! It's so hot!"
Ma Hongjun tumbled wildly in the air, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.
But he forgot.
This is his own extreme fire; once it gets out of control, it becomes a deep-seated affliction that will not be stopped until death.
Lu Ming remained standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in pure white, not even the hem of his clothes was blackened by the smoke.
He looked at the figure in the air screaming and rolling like a fireball, a hint of undisguised mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Phoenix?"
Lu Ming's voice was calm, yet carried a chilling quality that penetrated to the bone.
"Rebirth from the ashes is the privilege of the divine phoenix."
"And you."
"He couldn't even control his own fire, and was burned to this state by his own soul skill."
Lu Ming paused for a moment at this point.
He shook his head slightly, his disdain even more pronounced.
"You scrawny chicken, do you even deserve to be called a phoenix?"
For Ma Hongjun, this simple sentence was more painful than the flames burning his body.
This is attacking someone's spirit!
He struggled painfully in the air, large chunks of his charred skin peeling off to reveal the bright red flesh beneath, which was then burned again.
What made him feel even more desperate was...
A sudden, profound, soul-tearing sensation washed over me.
That was the sound of a martial spirit shattering.
Behind him, the nine once majestic phoenix heads were now exploding one after another.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
With each one that was shattered, Ma Hongjun's energy waned a little more.
His level of achievement is declining at an alarming rate.
From the pressure of a quasi-god level, he instantly plummeted to the level of a Title Douluo, and then to the level of a Soul Douluo...
"No... my martial spirit..."
"No...no!"
Ma Hongjun stared wide-eyed in horror; his small eyes, which had been filled with greed, were now filled with nothing but endless fear.
Martial spirit is the foundation of a soul master.
Once broken, at best one becomes a cripple, at worst one dies on the spot.
At this moment, all thoughts of beauty, jealousy, and the dream of becoming a god vanished.
All he wanted was to live.
"Third Brother!"
"Help me! Third Brother, help me!"
With his last ounce of strength, Ma Hongjun let out a desperate cry for help towards Tang San, who was atop the wave.
His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs; there was no trace of his previous arrogance.
At the peak of the tsunami.
Tang San's eyes nearly burst open at the sight.
That's his brother!
She was his partner who came from Shrek Academy with him!
He is also the one among the Shrek Seven Devils who has the best chance of becoming a god, besides himself!
Now he's been crippled by Lu Ming with a single sleeve?
"Fatty!"
Tang San roared, his killing intent finally bursting forth.
Ignoring the pain of the divine backlash, he forcibly mobilized the power of the sea god within his body.
The trident of Poseidon in his hand shone brightly with golden light, and the water element that Lu Ming had originally immobilized showed signs of loosening under his frantic urging.
"Lu Ming, you dare to hurt my brother, I will kill you!"
Tang San's figure flashed, transforming into a blue-gold streak of light, and he rushed down.
With immense force, he wielded his trident, aiming directly at Lu Ming, hoping to force Lu Ming to retreat and thus save Ma Hongjun.
However.
Just as Tang San set off.
Two equally terrifying auras, like two towering mountains, stood blocking his way.
"Want to save someone?"
"Did you get my permission?"
Bibi Dong's chilling voice rang out.
Although she was shocked by the strength Lu Ming had just displayed, as the Empress of the Martial Soul Empire, she possessed extremely high combat skills.
She reacted almost the instant Tang San made his move.
At this moment, Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Armor was surrounded by purple light, and the Demon Scythe in her hand swung out a huge purple light blade, carrying an evil aura that corroded space, and slashed fiercely at Tang San.
at the same time.
A sacred and majestic golden light also shot into the sky.
"Tang San, your opponents are us!"
Qian Renxue held the Angelic Holy Sword, her six wings spread out behind her like a small golden sun.
The angelic sword and the demonic scythe, one light and one dark, one righteous and one evil.
Two completely opposite forces, at this moment, formed a perfect cooperation for the same goal.
boom!
A loud bang erupted in mid-air.
Tang San's desperate attack to save lives was blocked by Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue working together.
"Get out of my way!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he wildly swung his trident, trying to break through the two's blockade.
However, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue are also god-level inheritors. Although they have not yet truly become gods, their combined efforts are enough to hold back Tang San, who is in a state of mental chaos, for a moment.
(End of chapter)