He turned his head slightly.
"Uncle, let me deal with this guy."
Yu Ritian did not immediately respond.
When they were talking
Chu Yue instinctively summoned her martial soul, emerald light gathering between her palms. Yet before her martial soul could even stabilize—
A shadow appeared behind her.
Chop—!
Yu Ritian's hand descended like a blade, striking the side of her neck with terrifying precision.
Chu Yue's body went limp, collapsing silently to the ground.
Jun Wuhen's pupils shrank violently. He saw Chu Yue fainting and can only scream
"Chu Yue!"
Even though Yu Ritian felt the bloodline pressure radiating from Jun Wuhen's Qilin martial soul, it did not change the outcome.He was a genuine Titled Douluo. No matter how strong they were, they could not compare to a Titled Douluo. Jun Wuhen could barely see Yu Ritian's movement, afterall even if his talent was terrifying he was still only a Soul Emperor, the gap was too big.
Talent meant nothing before cultivation gap. Jun Wuhen and Chu Yue—No matter how outstanding—
Were still nothing more than kittens in front of him.
Not everyone was a monster like Qian Renxue, who could trample Super Douluo-level at low cultivation level.
Reality was cruel.
Jun Wuhen reacted as fast as he could—but it wasn't enough. Yu Ritian's leg swept through the air, lightning condensed into a sharp arc.
"Second Soul Skill: Thunder Swipe."
Jun Wuhen barely raised his arms in time.
Crack—!
The sound of bones fracturing echoed clearly.
Pain exploded through Jun Wuhen's through one of his arm as his body was flung backward like a broken doll, skidding across the ground before stopping just short of Yu Ming.
Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
His right arm trembled uncontrollably.
Yu Ming looked down at him.
Then—He smiled.
"Let's see how long you're going to keep jumping."
He took a step forward.
"Third Soul Skill: Dragon's Rush!"
Blue light surged violently across Yu Ming's body.
Lightning erupted from his legs as the ground beneath him shattered.
In the blink of an eye— He was already upon Jun Wuhen.
Just as Yu Ming's draconic claws were about to pierce straight through Jun Wuhen's chest—
Jun Wuhen moved.
His uninjured left arm suddenly locked onto Yu Ming's attacking arm to borrow momentum.
With a sharp twist of his waist, he used Yu Ming's forward force as leverage, his body lifting unnaturally lightly despite his injuries. In the blink of an eye, he flipped over Yu Ming's head, narrowly avoiding the fatal strike.
Whoosh—!
Yu Ming's claws tore through empty air.
He immediately turned around.
Several meters away, Jun Wuhen had already landed, one arm hanging limply at his side, blood dripping steadily from fractured bones. His breathing was heavy, yet his posture remained unnervingly steady.
Yu Ming's eyes narrowed.
"Martial arts…?"
That kind of movement was not something a normal Soul Master should possess.
Jun Wuhen's eyes were cold as he did not answer.
That silence made Yu Ming's killing intent surge.
'This guy… must die.'
Whether he was a reincarnator or simply a terrifying anomaly, his talent was far too close to Yu Ming's own for comfort.
Yu Ming raised his head slightly.
"Domain: Beast Sanctuary."
Invisible bloodline dominance spread in waves, carrying the will of the apex predator. It was the kind of suppression that made weaker soul masters instinctively kneel. Within the domain— Yu Ming was the ruler.
Jun Wuhen staggered slightly—then
"Domain: Zone of Tribulation."
Boom—!
Thunder crackled through the air, ice-blue arcs intertwining with violent lightning. The domain carried the oppressive aura of heavenly punishment, as if anyone standing within it was awaiting judgment.
The two domains collided, but neither yielded.
Yu Ming's expression finally turned solemn.
He charged forward once more.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Dragon's Strength!"
Blue light exploded from his body, veins bulging as draconic muscles expanded. His physical strength and defense surged explosively, scales becoming denser and sharper.
Combined with
"Second Soul Skill: Wind Claw!"
Faint azure winds wrapped around his claws, compressing into razor-sharp arcs that distorted the air.
He lunged toward Jun Wuhen like a lightning-charged beast.
Jun Wuhen inhaled sharply.
"Second Soul Skill: Flame Roar!"
A violent burst of flame erupted from his mouth, roaring forward with explosive force.
Yu Ming rolled sideways at the last instant, the flames scorching the ground where he had stood moments before.
Before Yu Ming could fully stabilize— Jun Wuhen's eyes flashed.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Guided Lightning!"
The sky within the domain cracked.
A bolt of lightning locked directly onto Yu Ming, striking him as if he were a lightning rod.
Boom—!
Electric arcs danced wildly across Yu Ming's body, his scales sizzling as pain surged through his nerves.
He gritted his teeth. It hurt—but not enough.
'Bastard…! So that first attack was just bait.'
Without hesitation, he stomped forward, ignoring the residual lightning crawling across his body, and leapt.
In midair, Jun Wuhen's eyes hardened.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Fire Thunder Shadow Punches!"
His fists moved.
Punches rained down in rapid succession, each strike leaving behind afterimages, fire and thunder intertwining as they struck Yu Ming's body from multiple angles.
For a moment—
Yu Ming was forced to retreat half a step.
Several blows landed on his chest and shoulders. But Jun Wuhen's injured arm trembled violently.
Blood sprayed with each movement. The power behind the attacks weakened.
In Five seconds—Yu Ming adapted to Jun Wuhen's rhthym.
He broke through the barrage with brute force, his claws tearing apart the afterimages.Yu Ming laughed softly.
Like a cat finally understanding the tricks of a mouse.
'You're finished.'
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