Douluo Sharingan, I really didn't coerce Xiao Wu!

Chapter 69 Slaying the Soul Emperor

Chen Xuan didn't run away; he rushed back and was about to fight back.

The bald man's face was grim. He spat out a beam of light that collided with the oncoming fireball, causing it to explode with a loud bang.

The flames were engulfed by the white light, clearly indicating that his soul skill was superior.

Chen Xuan quickly formed hand seals and fired two more powerful fireballs, which, carrying intense heat, shot along the ground.

In fact, his best option was to use this time to escape rather than return. Even a severely injured Soul Emperor should not be underestimated, as he would fight desperately.

However, he refused to leave, determined to fight back and eliminate his opponent even if the chances were slim.

Chen Xuan also had a burning anger inside him, though he didn't know why.

The thought of the bald man staring at Zhu Zhuqing and Yiyi with extremely lewd eyes and even trying to possess them made him feel irritated and unhappy.

Chen Xuan couldn't explain why, but one thing was certain: he wanted to retaliate. Even if he didn't kill the man, he wanted to make the bald man lose half his life here.

The forest fire raged fiercely, igniting large trees and bushes, and the intense heat could be felt even from dozens of meters away.

The bald man channeled his soul power, forcefully cleaved through the sea of ​​fire, and emerged from it.

He bandaged his wound simply; his shirt was torn into strips and wrapped around his chest with a bandage, but it was still bleeding, and the bandage was already stained red.

He didn't notice that there was a small black character in the torn bandages of his clothes.

"Kid, you've done well. You've successfully angered me. If I don't skin you alive today, I'm not human." The bald man's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and he was furious.

"You weren't even human to begin with," Chen Xuan said.

The bald man's eyes were incredibly cold, as if he were looking at a dead man. At this moment, the soul power in his body was boiling to its peak, and a black soul ring appeared under his feet.

A white dragon attached itself to his body, creating a vast expanse of white. Scales appeared on his arms, and blades of light swirled around them.

Chen Xuan did not act rashly. There were some kunai hidden nearby, so he could act according to the situation.

"die!"

Suddenly, the bald man moved. Another black spirit ring appeared beneath his feet. He waved his hands, and a surge of powerful spirit energy poured forth, condensing into a sharp white blade.

Blades of light danced, sword energy blazed like rainbows, a flurry of sword light and shadow swept forward in a fierce battle.

The cold sword light intertwined, densely packed, and Chen Xuan was stunned, motionless, and was instantly engulfed.

The sword energy spread out in waves, sweeping in all directions and covering an area of ​​more than 20 meters. Nearby old trees and flowers were directly torn apart by the sword light, demonstrating terrifying power.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the soil was ripped up. However, after the storm of light blades ended, no pieces of flesh and blood were left behind, only a piece of torn wood.

"Damn it, what's going on!" The bald man's face was gloomy. As a Soul Emperor, he had failed time and time again, being played by a mere Soul Sect Master, and he couldn't even figure out the other party's escape route.

This made him feel incredibly frustrated. He had immense fighting power but nowhere to unleash it. When he was at full strength, he could rival a Soul Saint, but no matter how strong his attacks were, they couldn't even touch this kid. What good was that?

"What did you do? Why is my soul skill always a step behind yours?" the bald man roared in frustration.

After his attacks missed repeatedly, he realized that Chen Xuan was acting strangely and must have used some kind of unusual soul skill. However, he had considered many abilities of agility-type soul masters, but none of them matched.

The previous attacks almost hit their targets each time, but all of them missed.

At that extremely close distance, even a Contra expert wouldn't be able to avoid it, yet this kid managed to do it.

Chen Xuan's method was clearly not a sprint at extremely high speed, but more like jumping from one place to another space.

Upon realizing this possibility, the bald man's expression became extremely solemn, and his heart pounded with fear. If it was a spatial soul skill, then everything would make sense. With the ability to traverse space, one could naturally avoid even the closest distance.

There are only a handful of people on the entire continent who possess spatial soul skills, and each of them has cultivated to an extremely powerful level.

These Soul Masters are extremely difficult to deal with, possessing both super-fast speed and considerable combat power.

Whether it is or not, we'll find out by testing them.

The bald man took action, his arms flashing with white light. With a wave of his hand, a wave of light blades swept out, sword energy like a rainbow, slashing towards Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan remained motionless, not dodging, the yin-yang symbol in his right eye slowly rotating, its pupil energy swirling, gathering a deadly attack.

"it's over!"

Just as the blades were about to strike him, a sharp, clear sound, like a bell, rang out. The blades stopped, taking no further step, and the world seemed to fall silent.

At that moment, a branch very close to Chen Xuan was severed by the sword energy, and a leaf fell down.

However, it stopped halfway down, hovering in mid-air, as if it had entered some kind of realm and been imprisoned.

The bald man frowned. Why had the speed of his sword strike slowed down, or rather, it seemed to have stopped?

Before he could figure out what was going on, a golden light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and Chen Xuan instantly appeared in front of him, as if he had traversed space. The storm of light blades seemed to have vanished without a trace.

It had a pair of scarlet eyes, and the black yin-yang symbol was spinning, making it look incredibly eerie, cold, and evil.

The bald man's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Yes, Chen Xuan's spatial location was determined very quickly and unexpectedly, but he was a level 69 Soul Saint, so he was even faster.

Although he didn't know how the other party had suddenly approached him, it didn't matter anymore, because it was just asking for trouble.

"Kid, daring to confront me head-on is the most foolish decision you've ever made." The bald man roared, his arms blazing with white light, transforming into blades of light that slashed towards Chen Xuan who had stepped forward.

A sneak attack might offer a sliver of hope, but daring to appear directly in front of him is tantamount to suicide!

Boom!

Another clear bell rang out, empty and eerie, its source indiscernible, as if emanating from a distant world, yet so close at hand.

The bald man's hands shone with intense white light, containing terrifying destructive power. However, he stopped halfway through raising them, unable to move, as if an endless resistance enveloped him, rendering him immobile.

Not only were his hands bound, but even his thoughts and every cell in his body seemed to freeze for a moment, as if time itself had stopped in this space.

The bald man felt a momentary daze, a brief moment of disorientation, and had no idea what had happened.

When he came to his senses, Chen Xuan's Kusanagi sword had already thrust out, the blade crackling with lightning, covered in a large patch of lightning, swift as a tiger, without the slightest hesitation.

The bald man's expression changed drastically as a sense of fear of death surged into his heart and filled his entire body.

At that moment, he was afraid. No one is unafraid of death, especially the stronger a person is, the more afraid they are of death.

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens; you can't kill me!"

The bald man roared and fought back fiercely. His soul power surged, and his whole body was filled with immense power. He stomped on the ground and tried to leap up to avoid this fatal blow.

However, the sword was very close to him, only 0.01 points away.

With a soft thud, blood splattered. No miracle occurred; the longsword pierced the bald man's chest once more, the lightning flashing violently as it drilled into his body through the wound.

The lightning was domineering and rampant, as if a thunderstorm was raging inside his body, bombarding him relentlessly.

In an instant, his internal organs were utterly destroyed, he suffered massive bleeding, and was dried up by lightning, leaving him charred black.

(End of this chapter)