The moment the enemy's power filled the clearing, Wang Yan understood one thing clearly.
There was no escape.
Xu Yuan stood at the center like an immovable mountain, his eight soul rings rotating slowly around him. The four Soul Saints of the Bloodscale Clan had already surrounded the area, their Bloodscale Centipede martial souls looming behind them like crimson shadows, poisonous aura spreading steadily through the air.
And beside the patriarch, Zhao Qing remained on the ground.
His body was drenched in blood, breathing heavy and uneven.
Wang Yan's gaze swept across the battlefield once. His eyes grew cold. Without hesitation, his soul power erupted. Seven soul rings rose around his body.
Beside him, Liu Ming and Chen Yu also released their power at the same moment. Six soul rings appeared around each of them—two yellow, two purple, two black—radiating the aura of peak Soul Emperors.
The Demon Roaring Sword appeared in Wang Yan's hand.
The moment the sword manifested, a terrifying pressure burst outward. The blade vibrated faintly as if alive, releasing a low roar that seemed to shake the air itself.
Even the enemies felt it.
The Bloodscale Centipede martial souls behind the Soul Saints twitched uneasily, their massive bodies shifting instinctively as if unwilling to face the presence emanating from the sword.
But Wang Yan did not wait.
A dark crimson aura suddenly erupted from his body. Two invisible forces expanded outward simultaneously. Sword Domain, Death God Domain. The two domains spread across the battlefield and fused instantly. In the next moment, the entire clearing was swallowed by a terrifying field of power.
Slaughter Sword Domain.
Crimson energy filled the surroundings like a sea of blood. The air itself seemed to grow heavy with death and domination, pressing down on everything within the domain.
The effect was immediate.
The Bloodscale Centipede martial souls released by the enemies suddenly trembled violently. Their enormous forms twisted uneasily, shrinking slightly toward their masters as if instinctively resisting the overwhelming pressure.
Even the poisonous aura spreading through the air weakened under the crushing dominance of the domain.
Xu Yuan's eyes narrowed sharply. He could feel it clearly. Even at Peak Level 82, the domain still suppressed him.
The four Soul Saints felt it even more intensely, their expressions darkening as the pressure weighed down on them.
At the center of the crimson domain stood Wang Yan, the Demon Roaring Sword held calmly in his hand.
Liu Ming lowered his spear beside him.
Chen Yu's Wind Wolf phantom crouched like a predator ready to pounce.
The three friends moved at the same moment.
Liu Ming shot forward first, his spear piercing through,as he charged toward one of the Soul Saints.
Chen Yu followed instantly, violent winds surging around him as the phantom wolf lunged toward another enemy.
The battlefield erupted the moment Wang Yan stepped forward.
Crimson energy of the Slaughter Sword Domain pressed down like a mountain. Xu Yuan felt it clearly. Even as a Peak Level 82 Soul Douluo, the pressure of the domain could not be ignored. The murderous aura carried within it was suffocating, as if the battlefield itself had turned into Wang Yan's territory.
His eyes narrowed coldly.
This young man was far more dangerous than he had expected. If Wang Yan was allowed to live, he would undoubtedly become a disaster for the Bloodscale Clan in the future.
Xu Yuan did not hesitate.
"Kill him first."
His voice was calm, but filled with unquestionable authority.
The two Soul Saints nearest to him immediately stepped forward.
Their Bloodscale Centipede martial souls surged violently behind them, massive crimson bodies twisting through the air as poisonous aura erupted outward. The centipedes opened their mandibles, releasing waves of corrosive venom toward Wang Yan.
The three of them attacked almost simultaneously.
Poisonous energy surged forward like a tide.
But Wang Yan did not retreat.
The Demon Roaring Sword flashed in his hand.
A streak of crimson sword light tore through the incoming poison, splitting the attack apart before it could reach him. The collision sent violent shockwaves through the domain, scattering venomous mist in every direction.
Xu Yuan stepped forward at that moment.
His Bloodscale Centipede martial soul roared behind him as his own attack descended toward Wang Yan.
Three powerful enemies closed in at once.
Sword light erupted again.
The Demon Roaring Sword moved like a raging storm, its terrifying pressure amplified by the Slaughter Sword Domain. Each strike clashed violently with the attacks of the two Soul Saints and the patriarch himself.
The ground cracked beneath the impact of their power.
Despite facing three opponents, Wang Yan stood firm within the crimson domain.
Meanwhile, the rest of the battlefield had already turned chaotic.
On the other side, Liu Ming and Chen Yu had engaged the remaining two Soul Saints.
Liu Ming's spear flashed continuously, sharp and precise as lightning. Each thrust forced the Soul Saint before him to retreat slightly, the clash of metal and soul power echoing through the clearing.
Beside him, Chen Yu moved like a true beast of the wind. The phantom of the Wind Wolf surged around his body as powerful currents of air slashed toward their opponent.
The two friends fought in perfect coordination. But even so, the difference in cultivation could not be ignored.
They were peak Soul Emperors, while their opponents were Soul Saints. For the moment, they could only hold them back.
Back at the center of the battlefield, Xu Yuan's expression darkened as the fight continued.
Even with two Soul Saints attacking together…
Wang Yan still showed no sign of collapsing under the pressure.
The crimson domain continued to suppress their power, weakening every poisonous attack they launched.
Xu Yuan immediately understood. He and the two Soul Saints were not enough to restrain this man.
His gaze turned cold. Without hesitation, he gave another command.
"One more. Assist me."
The order echoed sharply across the battlefield.
A nearby Soul Saint immediately broke away from the others and rushed toward Xu Yuan's side.
Now, four powerful enemies stood before Wang Yan.
The pressure on the battlefield intensified the moment the third Soul Saint joined Xu Yuan.
Now, Wang Yan faced four powerful enemies alone—the Bloodscale Clan Patriarch and three Soul Saints.
Crimson sword light flashed repeatedly inside the Slaughter Sword Domain, clashing violently with waves of poisonous energy released by the Bloodscale Centipede martial souls. Each collision shook the ground beneath their feet, sending dust and shattered stone flying into the air.
Even against four opponents, Wang Yan's movements remained steady.
The Demon Roaring Sword roared in his hand, its dark crimson aura dominating the battlefield. Within the domain, the enemy's martial souls continued to tremble under the suppression.
But the pressure on Wang Yan was undeniable.
While Xu Yuan and the three Soul Saints focused entirely on him, the rest of the battlefield shifted.
On the other side of the clearing, Liu Ming and Chen Yu had already forced one of the Soul Saints into a difficult position.
Liu Ming's spear moved thrusting forward with precise, relentless strikes. Each attack forced the Soul Saint to defend repeatedly.
Beside him, Chen Yu moved like a hunting beast.
The phantom of the Wind Wolf surged around his body as violent currents of wind slashed toward their opponent from multiple directions.
The Soul Saint was powerful, but facing two peak Soul Emperors attacking in perfect coordination, he was gradually being pushed back.
Seeing this, a figure stepped forward from the side.
Yun Fei.
Five soul rings appeared around her body as she moved calmly toward the battlefield. Her martial soul emerged behind her, releasing a wave of soul power as she joined the Soul Saint.
With Yun Fei entering the fight, the pressure on Liu Ming and Chen Yu immediately increased.
Although Yun Fei was only a Level 52 Soul King, her interference disrupted the rhythm of their attacks, forcing them to divide their attention.
The balance of that battlefield shifted instantly.
Chen Yu's brows furrowed slightly as he deflected another strike.
The fight had grown far more troublesome.
Meanwhile, not far from them, Zhao Qing remained near the center of the battlefield, still struggling to rise.
Blood stained the ground beneath him. But his eyes were fixed on one person.
Yun Fei.
For a moment, his expression remained unreadable.
Then slowly, he pushed himself up. Pain shot through his body as he stood, but he ignored it completely.
Lightning began to flicker faintly around him. Behind him, the shadow of the Thunder Beast martial soul slowly appeared once more.
Zhao Qing took a step forward.
His gaze never left Yun Fei.
End of chapter.