Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 150 Blood Prison Devouring Souls

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boom! ! !
With a deafening roar, before the Shrek team could even react, they had already lost two support Soul Masters. Xuanming's figure vanished from the spot once more, transforming into a streak of blood-red lightning as he swiftly charged towards the Royal Fighting team.

The spear in his hand, crackling with crimson lightning, slammed heavily onto the rock-solid tortoise shells of the Shi brothers with immense force, producing a deafening explosion that caused the entire battle arena to tremble violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Yu Tianheng, who had rushed out, also returned at this moment, his dragon claws flashing with terrifying lightning slamming towards Xuan Ming.

Xuanming turned around, and black lightning burst from the tip of his spear, clashing with Yu Tianheng. The air between the two seemed to be torn apart.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dugu Yan also rushed forward, while the Shi brothers protected Ye Lingling and quickly distanced themselves from Xuan Ming.

In the first wave of the battle, Shrek Academy lost two support players. Although the Royal Fighting Team managed to protect their own support players, they were still struggling against Xuanming's strong offensive.

Seeing this almost one-sided battle, the audience in the Great Soul Arena erupted in cheers, especially the nobles who had bet on Xuanming to lose.

They never expected that such a large group of people beating up one person would unfold in this way.

“He’s too fast,” Flander said in a deep voice.

"Even the most agile Soul Masters can't keep up with him; these kids simply can't react!"

A soul skill with powerful dash ability is extremely terrifying in team battles!

If they get a chance to show themselves, the back row is doomed!
"No, there's still a chance! Xiao San's third soul skill!" Yu Xiaogang stared intently at the battle on the stage.

While Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan were besieging Xuanming head-on, Dai Mubai and the others also charged up again. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang San activated his third soul skill. Dense blue silver grass suddenly rose from Xuanming's feet, forming a solid blue silver cage.

“This thing can’t hold him.” Yu Tianheng looked at the blue-silver cage, his brows furrowed.

Tang San didn't speak, but continued to output soul power. The blue silver cage, which originally only had one layer, began to grow again, quickly spreading to grow a second layer. After the second layer was completed, a third layer grew, trapping Xuanming tightly.

"Triple cages?" Xuanming was somewhat surprised.

Is this a mutated thousand-year-old soul skill?

"It's not over yet!" Tang San clenched his right hand, and the heavy triple cage suddenly began to shrink.

"We succeeded!" Yu Xiaogang exclaimed excitedly.

Tang San's third soul skill comes from a two-thousand-year-old cave spider, Blue Silver Cage, which is an absolute single-target control skill!

Once caught off guard and the cage has closed in, unless you are a beast spirit master with a powerful burst-type spirit skill, it is impossible to break free in a short time!

"It seems I really should take you guys more seriously." Xuanming's third soul ring flashed, and a surge of blood mist poured out from the tip of the spear, quickly spreading out.

"Get out of the way!"

The Royal Fighting Team's expressions changed drastically, and they quickly distanced themselves from Xuanming. Yu Feng was even more terrified, almost flying off the Soul Arena.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the triple blue-silver cage that imprisoned Xuanming was being eroded, torn apart, and decayed by the blood mist at a visible speed!

In just a few breaths, the rapidly shrinking blue-silver cage scattered on the ground like broken branches and withered leaves.

"What kind of move is this?" Flander's expression froze.

"Xuanming's third soul skill, Blood Prison Soul Devouring," Qin Ming said.

"That thing will frantically devour all life force within the range of the blood mist. The more it devours, the thicker the blood mist becomes. Combined with its innate domain, it is a true hell!"

Blood Prison Dragon King!
This was the title given to Xuanming by the Soul Arena after his five hundred consecutive victories. It wasn't given randomly, but because of his terrifying third soul skill.

Once shrouded in blood mist, one's soul power and life force will be plundered and devoured!

Combined with Xuanming's eerie white light domain, it formed a blood-red cage of hell!

If one cannot escape the Blood Prison, death is inevitable if this continues for too long!

"Riding the wind!" Dugu Yan shouted.

"The wind rises and the clouds surge!" Riding the wind, his third soul ring flashed, and with a sudden flap of his wings, a layer of azure, wind-like soul power fluctuations was released, blowing towards the crimson blood mist surrounding Xuan Ming. The powerful wind pressure approached, and the crimson mist surging towards them quickly receded.

But just as the cloud of blood mist was blown back to Xuanming's side, an invisible wall appeared.

Yu Feng's third soul skill was blocked without him being able to blow up the blood mist again.

“You’re a nuisance too.” Xuanming raised his head and looked at Yufeng.

Yu Feng's expression froze. "I was wrong!"

A flash of lightning, and Xuanming vanished once more.

When it reappeared, it had already soared into the air and arrived right in front of Yu Feng.

A burst of black lightning blasted through the air, blasting Yu Feng into the wall of the Soul Arena, where he was knocked unconscious.

"Attack together!" Yu Tianheng shouted, and the power of thunder surged forth.

Upon hearing this, everyone rallied and launched a coordinated attack on Xuanming.

"Six thousand-year soul skills, at least ten hundred-year soul skills..." Yu Xiaogang stared intently at Xuan Ming on the stage, his eyes filled with shock and incomprehension.

"How is that possible? He's unleashed such a powerful thousand-year soul technique so many times in a row, how come he doesn't seem to get tired at all?"

The number of times a soul skill can be used is usually limited by the soul power consumption and skill cooldown time. The more powerful the skill, the more terrifying the consumption. Xuanming has used that terrifying dash skill five times since the beginning, as well as that eerie blood mist. The consumption must be enormous. In addition, there is the black lightning that has been attached to every attack he has made since the beginning.

How could a Soul Master possibly have so much Soul Power to squander?

“Master, if you’re hoping to wear him down, that’s probably not very realistic,” Qin Ming said.

“His soul power is extremely pure and his recovery speed is also very fast. The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for everyone.”

"Now everyone is surrounded by his blood mist, which is invisibly providing him with a means of recovery."

"His blood mist can regenerate itself?" Flander looked bewildered.

"Of course, that's an eight-thousand-year-old soul skill," Qin Ming said with a wry smile.

"Otherwise, how do you think he managed to achieve such an impossible feat as a thousand consecutive wins in the Grand Arena?"

"Of course, this is just a friendly sparring match. He won't use the blood mist to devour everyone's life force. At most, he'll just absorb some soul power. Dean, you can rest assured that the juniors will be fine."

Flanders breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

If that blood mist is really devouring the children's life force, then he must immediately call a halt and surrender!
If they keep fighting, it could be fatal!
"Zhu Qing! Netherworld White Tiger!"

At this moment, the situation on the stage became increasingly critical. One of the Shi brothers from the Royal Fighting Team was blasted off the stage, Oslo fell down, and Ma Hongjun, who wanted to release flames to burn the blood mist, was also blasted away by Xuanming's thunderous attack.

While Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng were holding them back, and Xiao Wu was locking Xuan Ming in place, Dai Mubai looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai with a complicated expression, gritted her teeth, and said, "I can't do it."

Before Dai Mubai could say anything more, Zhu Zhuqing moved swiftly and charged towards Xuanming once again.

"Acting impulsively!" Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but scold.

"Xuanming is currently being held back. As long as we unleash the Netherworld White Tiger, we can definitely bring him down!"

"No, this is the end." Qin Ming looked at the blood mist that was beginning to recede around Xuan Ming.

During his time as a Soul King, he had sparred with Xuanming many times. He was very clear about the effects of Xuanming's soul skills. When the blood mist was released, it would devour the surrounding soul power and life force, slowly restoring him. But once the blood mist began to be retracted, the devoured power would surge into his blood spear all at once!
The buildup is complete, it's time to unleash it!

"Soul Devourer!" Xuan Ming shouted coldly, and the blood mist that had been withdrawn into the blood spear erupted with the roaring thunder, transforming into several roaring scarlet thunder dragons that coiled around the blood spear.

Dugu Yan stared stiffly at Xuan Ming, "Could you be a little gentler?"

boom! ! !
(End of this chapter)