Douluo V: Starting with daily check-ins, I'm trying to trick Xiao Wu into becoming my wife.

Boom boom boom...

Layer upon layer of soul rings shone brightly, and boundless soul power surged and overlapped.

In just a moment, Ao Yin's aura surged wildly at an almost heaven-defying speed. A terrifying pressure swept across all directions, causing the air in the entire canyon to freeze completely.

The traitorous Soul Saint captain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School opposite him was greatly shocked, and his face suddenly turned extremely gloomy.

He dared not underestimate him in the slightest. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped the blood-red demonic blade tightly with both hands, his muscles tense to the extreme.

"Impossible!! How could this aura be so overwhelming!"

A horrified roar erupted from his mouth. He knew that ordinary soul skills were powerless against him, so he no longer held back any of his strength.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Blood Demon True Form!"

Boom!

Thick, viscous crimson mist exploded, instantly enveloping his entire body.

A crimson light swirled wildly in his eyes, unleashing the full power of his seven-ring Soul Saint cultivation. His blood-red demonic body instantly materialized, its ferocious and domineering aura sweeping across the entire arena. This was his strongest trump card, honed over many years, a perfect blend of offense and defense, far surpassing ordinary Soul Saints of the same level!

Bang bang bang!

Ao Yin's attacks were like a thunderous storm, his staff flashing and his attacks relentless, slamming into the blood-red demon's body time and time again.

The Blood Demon's true form possessed terrifying defensive power, steadily withstanding all of Ao Yin's fierce attacks. However, the continuous powerful impacts still managed to create fine cracks in the thick blood-red demonic armor, barely leaving minor injuries on this Soul Saint.

Realizing that his defenses had been breached, the traitor Soul Saint's eyes flashed with intense surprise and ferocity.

"You've got some skill! You actually managed to injure my Blood Demon True Form!"

He gritted his teeth and grinned maliciously, his tone filled with extreme ruthlessness and arrogance.

"But that's not enough! Kid, you've completely enraged me. You're dead today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the blood-red demonic blade high and poured all his soul power into it without reservation.

"Sixth Soul Skill - Blood Demon Judgment!"

The demonic blade, originally of ordinary size, instantly grew several times larger, transforming into a massive, blood-red judgment blade that blotted out the sky. The blood-red runes on the blade pulsed wildly, carrying a terrifying power capable of destroying everything, as it slashed fiercely down towards Ao Yin's head!

A powerful gust of wind tore through the air, and a deadly attack instantly locked onto Ao Yin's entire body.

The eight Soul Emperors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School who were desperately defending the rear all turned pale upon seeing this.

They knew in their hearts that this attack was a deadly move at the Soul Saint level.

But at this moment, the beast tide was surging and countless high-level soul beasts were frantically attacking the defense line. They were held back and could not spare any time to provide support.

In an instant, everyone's heart was completely filled with endless despair.

Throughout the entire One Line Sky Canyon, apart from Ning Rongrong who still cared about Ao Yin, no one else was optimistic about this duel.

Faced with this terrifyingly powerful attack that overwhelmed his peers, Ao Yin showed no panic whatsoever; instead, he exuded composure and confidence.

He roared in a deep voice!

"Dark Holy Dragon, possess me!"

"Exclusive skill of a 100,000-year-old soul bone—Azure Annihilation Thunder!"

"No matter how ferocious your demonic form, you must all bow down before me, Ao Yin! Get out of my way!"

Before the words were even finished, the world changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed!

Above the vast sky, countless bolts of lightning converged and surged, and bolts of incomparably violent azure annihilation lightning crashed down, striking the majestic blood-red demon body with unerring accuracy!

The moment the lightning exploded, the thick, blood-red demonic body rapidly darkened and charred at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The once majestic Blood Demon's true form was almost completely swallowed by the lightning, leaving only a few pale, skeletal outlines that were faintly visible amidst the desolate lightning, looking utterly wretched.

Such severe damage is enough to defeat more than 90% of Soul Saints of the same level!

However, this traitor was already completely dominated by his ferocity. Despite suffering severe injuries, he did not back down but instead fell into a state of complete rage.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared hysterically, "Damn it! I'm being completely suppressed by a junior! Third Soul Skill, Blood Burning Demon Blade! Break it completely!!"

In desperation, he unleashed his most vicious forbidden technique, determined to escape.

At the cost of burning all his own essence and blood and overdrawing his lifespan, he forcibly increased his combat power several times over.

In a short moment, his once full and robust body rapidly withered and wrinkled, and his body was engulfed in raging crimson demonic flames.

He had only one thought in his mind: to break free from the oppression and escape from this place immediately!

If the fight continues, he will surely die!

But Ao Yin never gave him a chance to escape.

"Trying to escape from me? You're being incredibly naive!"

Ao Yin's eyes were sharp, and his dragon might was fully unleashed.

"Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul's First Soul Skill - Holy Dragon Rampage!"

A deafening roar swept through the entire narrow canyon, causing rocks to tumble down the cliff face and the earth to tremble violently.

The heavily injured Soul Saint could only barely hold the Demon Blade with his half of his hand, which was almost melted and ulcerated, making a futile attempt to defend himself.

puff!

A crisp, piercing cracking sound suddenly rang out.

Under the witness of Ning Rongrong, a group of Soul Emperors who were stunned and speechless, and Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo who was secretly lurking at the top of the canyon.

The blood-red demonic blade in the Soul Saint's hand shattered inch by inch, and his entire arm was also blasted off and completely destroyed by the Panlong Staff!

The violent residual force slammed down, creating a deep indentation in his chest, and the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

Large gulps of bright red blood gushed wildly from his mouth.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing, desperate wail echoed through every corner of the canyon, extremely shrill.

Even the thousands of soul beasts that were rampaging wildly on the periphery were intimidated by this terrifying dragon might that crushed everything, and their offensive halted for a moment, not daring to approach rashly.

A dignified high-level Soul Saint of the seventh ring was completely crushed and utterly defeated by a seemingly fourth-ring youth!

In the center of the battlefield, Ao Yin remained calm and composed, as if crushing a Soul Saint was merely a casual act.

He raised his foot and stomped heavily on the face of the traitorous Soul Saint, crushing him to the ground.

The coiled dragon staff, wreathed in the power of a raging dark gold dragon, was raised high once more, and with immense force, it slammed down on the opponent's caved-in chest!

Boom!

The ground suddenly sank in a circle, and dust flew everywhere.

This heavy blow completely drained the Soul Saint of all his strength. He no longer had the strength to howl and could only lie limp on the ground, convulsing.

A faint breath escaped his throat with difficulty, filled with endless regret and resentment: "I...I was careless..."

From beginning to end, he underestimated the seemingly young and weak boy in front of him.

If they had gone all out from the beginning, they would never have ended up in such a miserable state of defeat, serious injury, and being at the mercy of others!

Ao Yin looked down at the person at his feet, his tone cold and mocking: "I just love your stubborn and defiant look."

hum!

The stick trembled, and another heavy blow came down.

The traitor Soul Saint was convulsing all over, only able to let out soft whimpers, completely losing the ability to resist, and was in an extremely sorry state.

Ao Yin slowly raised his dragon-coiled staff, its tip pointing straight at the other man's crown, intending to strike him down and end this feud once and for all, giving this traitor a clean and swift end.

At this moment, the Blood Demon had lost all of his previous arrogance and domineering attitude.

Endless fear and panic completely overwhelmed him; his pupils contracted violently, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"No...don't come any closer!! Don't come any closer!!"

He was on the verge of collapse, screaming incoherently, "If you dare to come any closer, I'll fight to the death and take you down with me!!"

In just a few words, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Ao Yin's eyes grew even colder, and he thought to himself: This kind of intimidation is far from enough. I might as well completely crush all his confidence!

He looked down at them, his tone indifferent yet carrying supreme authority, each word like a thunderclap:

"To die together? A mere scoundrel of a seventh-ring Soul Saint dares to spout such nonsense before me?"

"You really think you're strong? Even a Soul Saint like Fudo Myoo was defeated by me! What are you? An insignificant ant!"

"This seat??"

These two words exploded like thunder in the Soul Saint's mind.

He stiffly raised his head, staring blankly and in fear at the arrogant young man in front of him, a tidal wave of emotions surging within him.

He instantly fell into extreme self-doubt.

Could it be that the person I've provoked today isn't an ordinary youth at all, but a reclusive big shot who has disguised himself to blend into this place?

He clearly sensed that Ao Yinming only had the cultivation level of a four-ring Soul Master.

Throughout history, who has ever seen a four-ring Soul Master who could directly defeat a seven-ring Soul Saint?

This completely overturns all common sense about Soul Masters!

A terrible thought began to frantically grow in his mind—

The person before me is very likely a top-tier expert at the Title Douluo level!

The reason he appears as a young boy with four soul rings must be because he used top-level secret techniques and special treasures to modify his external cultivation and appearance!

Otherwise, there's no way to explain the opponent's incredible configuration of three 100,000-year soul rings, or their terrifying combat power that overwhelms him!

He could easily crush countless ordinary fourth-ring Soul Masters as easily as stepping on ants.

But the terrifying aura of indifference and ruthlessness emanating from this young man was the highest pressure he had ever felt in his life, only from a Title Douluo!

Then, considering that the boy was standing next to Ning Rongrong, the future heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, it became clear that he was also there.

Everything suddenly became clear!

It must be some powerful figure with a title, secretly protecting you while concealing their identity!

Having figured out all the key points, this Soul Saint completely gave up all resistance, with only extreme fear and the will to survive remaining in his heart.

He trembled all over, suddenly released all his strength, and knelt heavily on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Boom boom boom!

The crisp, resounding sounds of kowtows echoed through the empty canyon.

"Your Excellency! It was I who was blind and ignorant of your greatness! I was arrogant and ignorant, and I offended Your Majesty!"

He wept bitterly, begging for mercy in the utmost humility: "Please, sir, have mercy on me! Treat me like an ant and spare my life! I'll never dare to do it again!!"

The shocking scene before their eyes, with its stark contrast, left all the Soul Emperors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School completely dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

Ning Rongrong, who was standing to the side, was also completely stunned. Then she realized what was happening and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

She knew Ao Yin's background well. If someone didn't know him, they would definitely be completely intimidated by his aura and words today!

With just one word, "This is me," the dignified Soul Saint was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy.

Seeing the disheveled and servile appearance of this Soul Saint who had been hiding in the sect for many years and betrayed his master, Ning Rongrong felt her fear and resentment vanish instantly, leaving her feeling incredibly relieved.

Ao Yin also breathed a sigh of relief. He pretended to be profound, but he was genuinely afraid that the Blood Demon would self-destruct.

Even a Soul Saint would be afraid of self-destruction!

In the shadows at the top of the canyon, the Bone Douluo Ancient Banyan quietly surveyed the entire scene, a hint of approval flashing in its aged eyes as it nodded slightly.

"This kid does have some real skills and a lot of guts."

He thought to himself, this traitor is still a seventh-ring Soul Saint, his foundation is still intact.

If forced into a desperate situation, they will disregard everything and fight to the death, frantically detonating their soul power in a desperate struggle.

Ao Yin might be able to protect himself, but to ensure Ning Rongrong's safety throughout the entire process would be an impossible task.

After a long period of patient observation, the traitor has now completely exposed his wolfish ambitions, and there is no possibility of a comeback. It's time for this to come to a complete end.

"After lying low for so long, we've finally waited for you to slip up. This farce should come to an end."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange, pitch-black spatial black hole suddenly appeared behind Gu Rong, instantly swallowing his figure.

The next second, at the top of the canyon, there was no trace of him left.

In the midst of the battlefield, Ao Yin coldly stared at the traitorous Soul Saint who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy and trembling, and spoke in a cold voice.

"You want me to spare your life? Fine."

"Give me something of sufficient value in exchange for your survival."

Ao Yin understood perfectly well that this traitor was guilty of grave sins and was already doomed to die.

Even if he showed mercy, the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would never allow him to live.

Rather than letting him die in vain, we should take the opportunity to extract useful information and treasures from him.

Upon hearing that there was a glimmer of hope, the Soul Saint's eyes instantly blazed with an intense longing, and he nodded frantically.

"I'm willing! I'm willing to do anything! Everything I have, all my treasures, I offer them all to you, sir! I only ask to live!"

"Oh? Then tell me, what are your bargaining chips?" Ao Yin asked calmly, waiting for the other party to reveal his hand.

The Soul Saint was overjoyed, thinking he had really gambled on a chance to live. He quickly raised his hand, wanting to take out his most treasured possession to beg for mercy and atone for his sins.

But just as his fingertips touched the storage item—

call out!

A beam of pure black soul power, invisible to the naked eye, suddenly shot out from the depths of the void!

The speed was so fast that it precisely pierced through the brow of this traitorous Soul Saint!

puff!

There was no struggle, no groaning.

In an instant, all life in his body was cut off, his head tilted to the side, and he died on the spot!

Ao Yin's pupils contracted slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and his expression instantly became solemn and serious.

A single, clean, and unpretentious strike instantly killed a seventh-ring Soul Saint!

Such terrifying methods can only be accomplished by a Title Douluo!

He instantly realized that Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo who had been observing from the sidelines, had finally made his move!

The next instant, a tall and imposing figure appeared silently beside Ning Rongrong, his aura calm and vast.

"Rongrong, don't be afraid, it's all over now."

Gu Rong gently offered a comforting word.

He then turned to look at Ao Yin in front of him, his eyes full of approval and appreciation.