Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

"It seems you've already recognized my identity," Dai Ziming said, dusting off his sleeves.

"Kneel down now, and the conditions from before still apply."

Hearing this, Lin Yang didn't even lift his eyelids, his expression remaining calm.

The difference in their soul power was too great. Even a thousand-year soul ring from a ghost god body could only cause minor trouble for a Soul King.

It seems impossible to retreat now.

That leaves only one path....

Thinking of this, Lin Yang lowered his eyelids, and his dark eyes had turned into red vertical pupils, with dense, fine blood vessels crawling all over his pupils.

His heart was racing, and the blood in his body was flowing faster, as if making a rumbling sound.

The true power of his second martial soul, the Ghost God Body, is being gradually awakened.

To others, Lin Yang's body began to change suddenly.

Originally only about 1.4 meters tall, he quickly grew to nearly 2 meters, his skin became fair, and his muscles became slender yet powerful.

On both sides of his forehead, the skin cracked, and two short white horns emerged from his body.

His teeth became sharp, his nails became razor-sharp, and his fingertips were tinged with blood, making people instinctively afraid to touch him.

Most strangely, a layer of black patterns resembling flames appeared on his skin.

These lines spread down the left side of the neck and cheek, covering half of the body.

A faint aura of blood lingered around, condensing and refusing to dissipate, and even the two soul rings floating beside him seemed to have taken on a certain blood color.

At this moment, the aura of "humanity" on Lin Yang almost completely dissipated.

Instead, a suffocating and malevolent aura filled the air.

Like a demon crawling out of hell.

Demonic Body - Completely Demonized!

In this state, Lin Yang's attack and defense power increased by 150%, his recovery ability increased by 300%, and the power of his soul skills increased by 100%.

"This is your martial soul? It even has a second transformation."

This time, it was Dai Ziming's turn to be surprised.

This was the first time he had encountered such a peculiar martial spirit, but it only strengthened his resolve to subdue this person.

Lin Yang ignored him and suddenly looked up.

The crimson gaze sent a chill down Dai Ziming's spine.

How could that be? He's just a mere second-ring Soul Master.

Before he could think any further, Lin Yang suddenly vanished from his sight.

Immediately afterward, his Soul King-level perception triggered a frantic warning, and an extreme danger surged from his spine straight to the top of his head.

At this moment, Dai Ziming disregarded his pride and roared,

"Martial Soul, Possess!"

A sudden burst of intense, pale white light accompanied it.

Dai Ziming's originally slender body suddenly emitted a series of crackling sounds, and his body instantly swelled up a bit.

His once golden hair turned black and white, and a faint, king-like mark appeared on his forehead.

The White Tiger is the inherited martial spirit of the Star Luo Empire's royal family.

However, the white tiger in front of him did not have the domineering aura of the "King of Beasts" at all; instead, it had a sinister and eerie temperament.

Just then, a burst of light, moving at an incredible speed, suddenly exploded at the corner of my eye, rapidly magnifying in my field of vision.

Sun Breathing - First Form - Round Dance Flash!

Even before the blade arrived, the scorching, sharp aura already assaulted our senses.

Even with the martial spirit possessing him, Dai Ziming still felt a tearing pain in his neck.

Danger!

"roar--!"

Dai Ziming roared, and his third spirit ring suddenly shone brightly.

His body, possessed by a martial spirit, strangely shrank a bit, and several phantoms seemed to appear around him.

Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Shadow Flash!

Swish!

A flash of fire disappeared in an instant, and Lin Yang's body suddenly appeared not far from Dai Ziming, a drop of blood slowly dripping down the blade onto the ground.

Around him, three spirit rings, one yellow and two purple, were prominently displayed.

"you....."

Just as Dai Ziming was about to speak, he suddenly felt a cool sensation on his cheek, followed by a slight stinging pain.

He took two steps back and reached out to touch his cheek in disbelief.

A striking scarlet tinge appeared on my fingertips.

A thin, long wound ran diagonally from his cheekbone down to his jaw, with drops of bright red blood slowly trickling down the wound.

Seeing this, Lin Yang sighed softly.

As expected of the Soul King, his reaction time is incredibly fast.

If he hadn't dodged in time, that strike, enhanced by his first spirit ring skill, would have severed his neck, not his face.

"My face...my face..."

Dai Ziming carefully touched the wound on his face. The excruciating pain startled him at first, then he completely descended into madness.

"If you dare to hurt my face, I'll skin you alive and tear you apart, leaving you with no place to be buried."

The last few words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and Dai Ziming's figure flickered, almost turning into a blur.

The distance between the two was only a dozen meters, which was just a moment's distance for Dai Ziming.

The tiger's paw, sharp as a blade, gleamed with a ghostly blue light and whistled through the air as it viciously clawed at Lin Yang's chest.

Gazing at the tiger's paw that was growing larger in his pupils, Lin Yang took a deep breath and held the knife in both hands.

His ability to see the world clearly gave him absolute control over every bone, every muscle, and even the flow of his soul power.

boom!

The jet-black Nichirin Blade seemed to be ignited, turning an intense crimson red.

The intense heat made the air around the blade seem to ignite.

Crimson Blade, open!

Lin Yang slammed his foot heavily into the ground, causing a shockwave and cracks to erupt from the earth.

His body transformed into a black shadow, trailing a fiery red tail, and fiercely met the dark blue claw head-on.

"Sun Breathing - Eighth Form - Flying Wheel Blaze!"

At the moment of impending collision, a glint flashed in Lin Yang's eyes.

The flaming blade suddenly changed direction, deftly bypassing the tiger's claws and slashing straight at Dai Ziming's neck.

In this situation, Lin Yang's left arm was naturally exposed to the tiger's claws.

A hint of mockery flashed in Dai Ziming's eyes. Did he want to trade injury for injury?

dream!

The fourth spirit ring suddenly lit up, and Dai Ziming opened his mouth, his chest suddenly bulging, but he did not roar.

Instead, it was a tangible sound wave that was visible to the naked eye and even distorted space, mixed with the pressure of soul power, spreading in all directions like a tsunami.

Fourth Soul Skill: White Tiger Roars Through the Sky!

Om-!

Lin Yang, who was the first to be hit, suddenly felt his vision go black, as if his head had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

The eardrum ruptured instantly, and warm liquid flowed down the earlobe.

The violent sound waves even penetrated through the skin and flesh, and even the internal organs were shaken into a puddle of flesh.

Just as Lin Yang's consciousness began to blur.

A huge tiger paw, sharp as a blade, sliced ​​through the air and ripped fiercely toward the chest.

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere!

Lin Yang instantly disemboweled himself, and a section of his left forearm was severed at the root, falling to the ground with a bloody sheen.

A sharp pain shot through Lin Yang, who suddenly opened his eyes. A sweet taste rose in his throat as blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

These crimson blood mists suddenly twisted and stretched in the air.

It transformed into dozens of dancing, blood-red thorns, frantically clinging to Dai Ziming's body.

His hands and legs were all tightly bound, and sharp barbs stabbed fiercely at his protective soul power.

"A trivial skill!"

The Soul King's soul power surged endlessly, instantly shattering the blood-red thorns on his body.

Lin Yang, caught in the burst of soul power, also performed a backflip and was propelled backward.

With his remaining right hand, he slammed the Nichirin Blade into the ground, sliding it for over ten meters before finally stopping.

Lin Yang knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his sword, panting heavily as he tried his best to regulate his disordered breathing and soul power.

Is this the true power of the Soul King?

The difference between a Soul Master and a Grand Soul Master is not just three Soul Rings, but also the immense and unparalleled Soul Power.

The same hundred-year soul ring, when used by a Great Soul Master and a Soul King, has completely different power.

Even though he possessed a ghostly body and was impervious to pain, his soul power was being consumed extremely quickly in this state.

In a short time, 30% of his soul power had already been burned away.

If things continue like this, before he can even unleash his millennium-old soul skill, he'll have no choice but to use his flight ability to escape.

Just then, a cool and gentle soul force suddenly surged into his body, like a trickle of water seeping into parched soil.

This soul power wasn't overwhelming, but it arrived at the perfect time.

Lin Yang's eyes lit up. It was the Blue Silver Emperor; she was secretly helping him recover his soul power.

Well done!

If the timing weren't so bad, Lin Yang would have loved to pull the Blue Silver Emperor into his arms and give it a big kiss.

This support came at just the right time.