Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Ghostly figure's face darkened.

He hates it most when people say he's ugly.

"You're asking for death!" Ghost Shadow sneered.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant. I admit your move just now was a bit strange, but your soul power should be almost depleted by now, right? A Soul King, unleashing two powerful moves in a row, I think you're just an empty shell now!"

Ghost Shadow had a very clear plan in mind.

Those world-destroying skills consume an extreme amount of soul power.

Even if Lin Ye has broken through, he is now at his last gasp.

As a level 79 agility-based Soul Saint, killing a Soul King at the end of his rope would be a piece of cake for him.

Lin Ye smiled.

He just absorbed so much energy that his soul power is now overflowing.

This idiot actually thought he was out of mana?

"Whether it's an empty shell or not, why don't you try it and see?"

Lin Ye provocatively beckoned with his finger.

Upon seeing this, the ghost's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Then prepare to die!"

The ghostly figure vanished instantly.

He was so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage.

Zhu Zhuqing's heart tightened. She was also an agility-based attacker, but she couldn't see the ghost's movements at all.

"Lin Ye!" Zhu Zhuqing called out.

"Don't panic." Lin Ye stood still.

The next second, a ghostly figure appeared behind Lin Ye.

His right hand transformed into a sharp leopard claw, aiming straight for Lin Ye's back.

"Third Soul Skill, Ghostly Assault!"

Ghost Shadow sneered inwardly. This kid's reaction is so slow, he's doomed.

Just as the leopard's claws were about to pierce Lin Ye's heart,

The second black ten-thousand-year soul ring on Lin Ye's body lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Evil God's Protection," Lin Ye said calmly.

A layer of dark purple energy barrier instantly formed around Lin Ye.

This barrier was formed from the evil energy, lightning, and wind power of the Dark Demon God Tiger. It looked thin, but it exuded an aura of indestructibility.

"Ding!"

The ghostly figure's leopard claws slammed into the evil god's guardian.

It emitted a piercing metallic clang.

Ghost Shadow felt as if he had been stabbed in a piece of hard black iron, the shock making his arm go numb.

"What?" the ghostly figure exclaimed in surprise.

His third soul skill, a Soul Saint's skill, couldn't even break through the defensive shield of a Soul King.

What exactly is this shield made of?

Lin Ye slowly turned around and looked at the ghostly figure that was so close to him.

"Pretty fast, but too weak," Lin Ye mocked.

"Didn't you eat?"

The ghost was so angry that it gritted its teeth.

"Don't be so smug!" Ghost Shadow roared, and his fifth spirit ring lit up.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Ghost Leopard's Chain Attack!"

The ghostly figure transformed into more than a dozen afterimages in mid-air, launching a frenzied attack on Lin Ye from all directions.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The dense attacks rained down on the evil god's protection.

Each strike carried the destructive power of a Soul Saint.

The dark purple shield began to tremble violently, and cracks appeared on its surface.

Lin Ye looked at the cracks on the shield, not worried at all.

He wanted to see just how capable this Soul Saint really was.

The ghost's attacks then became increasingly frantic.

He used every ounce of his strength; he refused to believe that a Soul King's shield could withstand him for so long.

"Smash!" the ghostly figure roared.

With his final strike, he clasped his hands together, transforming them into a massive black leopard head, which slammed into the evil god's guardian.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

The dark purple shield finally succumbed to the intense, continuous attacks and shattered into countless points of light.

The ghost was overjoyed.

"Kid, your turtle shell is cracked! Die!"

The ghostly figure then reached out with its claw to grab Lin Ye's throat.

He had already begun to fantasize about Lin Ye being torn to pieces by him.

Once he returns with Lin Ye's head, the Grand Marshal will surely reward him handsomely.

However, Lin Ye didn't even try to dodge.

He simply tilted his head slightly.

The ghostly claws grazed Lin Ye's neck, creating a gust of wind.

Lin Ye grabbed Ghost Shadow's wrist with his other hand.

The ghostly figure froze.

He tried to pull his hand back, but found that Lin Ye's hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

"How is this possible?" The ghostly figure was terrified.

"How could a Soul King possess such power?"

Lin Ye looked at the ghostly figure and smiled mockingly.

"You're happy that the shield is broken?" Lin Ye asked.

The ghostly figure didn't speak, but struggled desperately.

Lin Ye continued, "The attack power is not bad, it can break my second soul skill, but that's about it."

At that moment, the ghost felt extremely insulted.

"You fucking want to die!"

Ghostly Shadow unleashed its soul power, forcefully breaking free from Lin Ye's grasp and quickly retreating to create distance.

He was breathing heavily, staring intently at Lin Ye.

This young man is terrifying.

Its defense is ridiculously high, and its strength is astonishing.

This is not a normal Soul King at all!

Ghost knew he could no longer hold back; he had to use his strongest methods to kill in one strike.

Lin Ye clapped his hands and looked at the ghostly figure.

"Warm-up is over," Lin Ye said.

"Now, it's my turn."

The fourth black ten-thousand-year soul ring on Lin Ye's body lit up.

When Ghost Shadow saw the black spirit ring, a strong sense of unease suddenly rose in his heart.

He remembered what Wei Qingshan had said: Lin Ye has a move that can flatten a hundred-meter radius, he wondered if it was this soul skill.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Dark Demon Prison Array."

As Lin Ye finished speaking, the ground beneath Ghost Shadow's feet suddenly turned blackish-purple.

A huge vortex with a diameter of thirty meters quickly formed on the ground.

Within the vortex, dark purple lightning roamed wildly, and an evil aura surged into the sky.

The ghost was about to use its soul skill to escape the area.

But he suddenly found that his body had become incredibly heavy.

"This...this is gravity suppression?" The ghostly figure was shocked.

He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it extremely difficult to even lift his legs.

What made him even more desperate was that the speed at which his soul power circulated within his body had slowed down.

"My soul power... is being suppressed!" Ghost Shadow cried out in his heart.

He's a level 79 Soul Saint! Yet he was completely suppressed by a Soul King's control skill!

What kind of insane soul skill is this?!

Just then, above the vortex.

A massive amount of soul power began to condense.

A gigantic phantom of a dark demonic tiger slowly took shape in mid-air.

The phantom was entirely black, crackled with purple lightning, and its blood-red eyes were fixed on the ghostly figure below.

Ghost Shadow looked at the enormous phantom of the Dark Demon Tiger above its head and felt a sense of threat.

The oppressive aura emanating from that phantom made even a Soul Saint like him feel terrified.

"This soul skill is incredibly powerful!" Ghost Shadow thought to himself, utterly exclaiming.

"A mere Soul King possesses such powerful Soul Skills! Who the hell can withstand that! We really shouldn't underestimate this kid!"

Ghost Shadow knew that if he were to be pounced on by this tiger, he would be torn to pieces.

We can no longer hide our talents.

Ghost Shadow bit his tongue, forcibly stimulating his mind, and his seventh black spirit ring burst forth with dazzling light.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Form!"

The ghostly figure roared.

His body rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a gigantic black leopard over seven meters long.