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

Lin Ye looked up at the boulders that had crashed down, his expression remaining calm.

"Hmph, all flash and no substance."

Then, the first purple soul ring beneath Lin Ye's feet suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill! Thirteen Slashes of the Evil God!"

Lin Ye formed his palm with his fingers together and swung his arm violently.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three consecutive black and purple crescent-shaped slashes instantly pierced through the air!

Each of the three strikes was larger and more violent than the last.

The slash was crackling with lightning and the power of wind that could tear everything apart.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three slashes struck the falling granite rocks with tremendous force.

Those incredibly hard, burning boulders were as fragile as tofu in front of the Thirteen Slashes of the Evil God.

It was instantly cut into countless pieces, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

Not only that, the third strike, after shattering the rocks, still possessed considerable power and slashed straight towards Yan!

Yan was shocked and quickly crossed his arms to protect his chest, mobilizing all his soul power for defense.

boom!

The slash landed heavily on Yan's arms.

Yan felt an irresistible force strike him, and he was slid back more than ten meters by the force. He felt a sharp pain in his arms, and he almost broke his bones.

The entire room fell silent.

This is hardly a Soul Master challenging a Soul Sect Master.

This is a complete one-sided crushing defeat!

Lin Ye withdrew his hand, looked at the panting Yan, and mocked him mercilessly.

"Level 49? That's it?"

"Senior Brother Yan, do you usually slack off during cultivation?"

"Is this the strength you're so proud of? I don't even think you're worthy to carry my shoes."

Lin Ye's words were extremely harsh and showed no mercy whatsoever.

At this moment, Yan was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his eyes were red.

He has been running rampant in the Martial Soul Academy for so many years, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

And it happened right in front of Hu Liena!

How could he possibly tolerate this?

"Lin Ye! Don't be so arrogant! I'm going to kill you today!"

Yan completely lost his mind. He was going to pull out all his strongest trump cards and crush this arrogant brat under his feet!

Hu Liena, watching this scene from below the stage, frowned deeply.

She now finally understood why her teacher had taken Lin Ye as his personal disciple.

This kid's fighting power is absolutely terrifying.

The power of that first soul skill was such that even if it were her, let alone Yan, she would definitely not be able to withstand it head-on.

Moreover, Lin Ye appeared extremely relaxed throughout, without using his full strength at all.

Yan has already lost this battle.

"Aaaaah! I'm going to kill you!"

Suddenly, Yan let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and he went completely mad.

The third purple soul ring beneath his feet shone brightly.

"Third Soul Skill! Hellfire!"

A deafening roar!

Centered on Yan, a large area of ​​dark red flames instantly erupted.

The temperature of the flames was ridiculously high, and in the blink of an eye, they completely enveloped the entire Soul Arena.

The entire arena seemed to have turned into a giant oven, with the surrounding air crackling and popping as it burned.

The audience below the stage were so excited that they stepped back, feeling as if their lungs were on fire as they breathed.

"Brother Yan has gone mad! Such a wide-ranging, indiscriminate attack!"

"That kid's trapped inside, he's definitely going to be burned to ashes!"

However, Lin Ye, who was right in the center of the flames, didn't even flinch.

"Playing with fire? You're far from skilled enough."

The second purple soul ring beneath Lin Ye's feet suddenly lit up.

"Second Soul Skill! Evil God's Protection!"

hum!

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

This barrier, woven from the evil energy, lightning, and wind power of the Dark Demon God Tiger, completely enveloped Lin Ye.

The raging hellfire burned the barrier fiercely, yet it couldn't penetrate it even a fraction.

Lin Ye stood in the sea of ​​fire, strolling leisurely, without even a single hair on his head getting burned.

"Senior Brother Yan, your fire is a bit small; it's not even enough to grill the meat."

Lin Ye's voice, carrying a mocking tone, clearly reached Yan's ears through the sea of ​​fire.

Yan stared at Lin Ye, who was completely unharmed, his eyes practically bleeding from their sockets.

How is that possible!

Even a Soul Master of the same level would never dare to directly confront his third Soul Skill.

How could a level 38 Soul Master possibly withstand it?

"I don't believe it! I'm going to burn you to ashes today!"

Yan went completely mad. Ignoring the severe depletion of his soul power, he directly unleashed the only purple fourth soul ring he had ever formed over a thousand years.

"Fourth Soul Skill! Magma Surge!"

Rumble!

The ground of the Soul Arena began to shake violently, and huge cracks quickly spread out.

Immediately afterwards, scalding magma gushed out from the crack, rushing towards Lin Ye like a tsunami.

This is Yan's strongest area-of-effect killing soul skill to date!

He wanted to completely engulf Lin Ye in this sea of ​​lava and fire!

Faced with this overwhelming tsunami of lava, Lin Ye remained standing still, motionless.

The barrier protected by the evil god emitted a violent friction sound under the impact of the magma, and blackish-purple lightning danced wildly on the surface of the barrier, desperately resisting the erosion of the magma.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

The onslaught of magma gradually weakened, but the barrier surrounding Lin Ye remained incredibly strong, without even a crack appearing.

The entire audience was stunned.

This defensive power is simply insanely powerful!

Four soul skills!

Yan had used all his soul skills, but he couldn't even scratch a hair on Lin Ye's head!

What's the point of fighting?!

Yan was panting heavily, having already exhausted most of his soul power.

Looking at Lin Ye, who was still unharmed, a deep sense of despair finally rose in his heart.

We can't beat them.

We simply can't beat them.

This Lin Ye is a monster!

Lin Ye looked at Yan, who was panting heavily, and his smile deepened.

"Is that all you've got?"

Lin Ye's voice was icy cold and echoed in the arena.

"Have you used up all four of your soul skills?"

"Now, it's my turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ye's aura began to rise rapidly.

A violent and evil aura, several times stronger than before, suddenly erupted from his body!

The surrounding lava and flames were actually forced back more than ten meters in the face of this terrifying aura!

Lin Ye's eyes turned extremely dangerous.

"Are you ready to face despair, Senior Brother Yan?"

As Lin Ye finished speaking, the deep and terrifying black ten-thousand-year soul ring beneath his feet finally emitted a dazzling light.

The hearts of everyone in the audience jumped into their throats.

A Soul Skill that lasts for ten thousand years!

He's about to use his ten-thousand-year-old soul skill!

"Third Soul Skill, Dark Demon God Transformation!"

Lin Ye let out a low roar.

The next second, his body underwent an astonishing change.

His already tall and straight physique suddenly bulged with muscles, stretching his clothes tightly and exuding an explosive sense of power.

Strange black stripes appeared on his face and bare arms, giving him an eerie and domineering appearance.

At this moment, Lin Ye's attack, defense, and strength all increased threefold!