Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 65 Flying Thunder God Guides Thunder

So strong!

Just by sensing the aura emanating from him, Nan Fusheng and the other six could clearly feel the power of this Soul Master.

Wait, he's not alone.

Behind the young man, a head appeared. It was a little girl who looked to be about the same age as Tang Wulin and the others. She had two small braids, light blue hair, and looked exquisitely beautiful, even more so than Gu Yue.

He also held an ice staff, similar to the young man's, only smaller. A yellow spirit ring flickered beneath his feet, but he looked somewhat terrified, as if he were unaccustomed to killing.

The young man's gaze immediately fell on Nan Fusheng and his group of six. Seeing the dense aura of spiritual energy emanating from them, his eyes flickered slightly. Then he strode towards them.

Standing at the front, Tang Wulin narrowed his eyes and made a gesture to Nan Fusheng and the others with his left hand behind his back.

"By leaving the Ascension Platform and leaving behind a halo of spiritual energy, you won't have to suffer," the young man with the ice staff said matter-of-factly.

Xie Xie's lips curled into a sneer. "Is this a humanoid soul beast? Humanoid soul beasts can speak human language now. They've evolved quite well."

A glint flashed in the young man's eyes, a cold light passing through them, and he pointed his ice staff at Xie Xie.

Instantly, a pale blue icy halo appeared and shot straight toward Xie Xie.

Xie Xie was not to be outdone. He swung out the Light Dragon Dagger in his right hand, and a light dragon blade slashed straight at the opponent's ice wheel.

Nan Fusheng and the others did not make a move. The opponent had three spirit rings, including a thousand-year-old spirit ring, so his strength should not be underestimated. It was obviously a good choice for Xie Xie to launch a probing attack first.

The ice wheel danced, drawing a strange arc in the air, easily dodging the light dragon blade, and then suddenly accelerated, like a whirlwind, arriving in front of Xie Xie almost instantly.

Change of direction, acceleration—such strong control.

This was Nan Fusheng's first thought. Xie Xie was also startled, but he reacted very quickly, ducking down as the ice wheel flew over his head.

Just as he was about to make another move, he heard Nan Fusheng's voice in his ear.

"Let me give it a try!"

The space behind Xie Xie suddenly distorted, and the returning ice wheel crashed into it before disappearing without a trace.

"A spatial-type soul skill?"

The young man with the ice staff was slightly taken aback. He could clearly feel that he had lost contact with the ice wheel, which was obviously done by that boy.

Nan Fusheng stepped out from the crowd, and two spirit rings rose from his feet.

"Fusheng, what are you doing?" The others were confused as to why Nan Fusheng would take the initiative to make a move.

"Let me give it a try," Nan Fusheng said to Tang Wulin.

"Alright!" Although Tang Wulin didn't understand why Nan Fusheng, who was always protected by everyone, would take the initiative to help, he did not refuse. He trusted his partner.

Moreover, back in Class 5, Nan Fusheng was already second only to Gu Yue in the class. His cheat-like first soul skill gave him a huge advantage in one-on-one battles. However, he made fewer and fewer moves later on, which is why everyone regarded him as a support-type soul master.

Upon seeing Nan Fusheng, the young man with the ice staff frowned slightly. "Spatial attribute?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Nan Fusheng said calmly. With a wave of his hand, the space in front of him began to fluctuate, and a pale blue ice wheel flew out, slashing towards the ice staff youth. It was the attack that Nan Fusheng had just teleported away with.

"Hmph, child's play!" Although he was a little surprised that his attack had been used against him, the young man with the ice staff did not panic. "If this is all you have, you are no match for me."

"Is that so?" Nan Fusheng's first spirit ring flashed, and he stole it. The ice staff youth felt his mind go blank, and the movement he was preparing to counterattack stopped. The ice wheel slashed directly at his neck.

"Brother!" Just as the ice staff-wielding man was about to be decapitated by his own attack, the girl hiding behind him pushed him forward, knocking him down from behind. The ice wheel swept directly over their heads, severing several strands of hair.

"Xiao Yan!" The young man with the ice staff who had been tackled by the girl snapped out of his daze and immediately turned to look at the girl named "Xiao Yan." Seeing that she was unharmed, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling the chill from the icy moon brushing against his head, he felt a chill run through him. If his sister hadn't tackled him from behind, he probably would have been beheaded.

You know, the feeling of being beheaded is horrible. It doesn't matter if he dies himself, but if his sister is implicated because of him, he will never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

As he pondered, the only purple spirit ring on the ice staff-wielding man's body began to light up. He didn't want any more unexpected events to occur; he wanted to decide the outcome with a single blow.

Tang Wulin and the others watching the battle all narrowed their eyes. A thousand-year soul ring skill!

It's important to understand that they've almost never witnessed the power of a thousand-year soul skill; in the world of soul masters, this is already an extremely high-level ability. As for ten-thousand-year soul rings, they've only seen Wu Changkong's, but they've never seen him use a ten-thousand-year soul skill.

At the tip of the ice staff, a dense and extremely pure mass of ice-attribute energy began to erupt wildly, and a spear slowly condensed into shape.

Ice Fury! A powerful single-target attack soul skill.

The ice spear was about two meters long, with faint magical runes shimmering on it. Just by looking at it, the members of Class Zero could feel its immense threat. They were absolutely certain that none of the six of them could withstand this attack.

What a powerful thousand-year-old soul technique!

"It's not too late for you to back out now," the young man with the ice staff said to Nan Fusheng. Although he had just been nearly beheaded, the young man with the ice staff still kindly reminded Nan Fusheng.

"This guy's surprisingly good!" Nan Fusheng thought to himself. However, he had no intention of backing down. He was about to test the skills he'd honed over the past three days; how could he possibly surrender so easily? "Come on," he said.

The young man with the ice staff's eyes flashed coldly. He pointed his ice staff at Nan Fusheng, and the ice spear instantly transformed into a streak of blue light, shooting away with incredible speed, like lightning.

But at that very instant, the space in front of Nan Fusheng rippled, and the ice spear, which had been thrusting forward, was swallowed up, like a drop of water falling into the sea, without causing much of a ripple.

A spatial soul skill? Or perhaps a divine skill, instant teleportation? My strongest attack was neutralized so easily, and judging from the opponent's expression, they clearly still had some strength left. How is that possible!

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through the young man with the ice staff.

"Brother, what's up there?" The little girl next to him suddenly pointed to the sky.

The young man with the ice staff subconsciously looked up. Then he saw that familiar ripple—spatial teleportation!

"So, do you admit defeat or not?"

Nan Fusheng said that this move was something he had painstakingly figured out over the past three days, using the teleportation ability of the gate as the core and supplementing it with the marking ability of the Star Insects.

Its name is: Flying Thunder God Space-Time Barrier. Also known as: Flying Thunder God Lightning Guide.

(End of this chapter)