Although the injury wasn’t fatal—not even qualifying as a heavy injury, just a superficial flesh wound—it was enough to genuinely enrage Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Seeing Chrysanthemum Douluo resort to this move, Gui Mei’s face, hidden beneath shadows, changed drastically.
He cried out in shock, “Chrysanthemum, are you crazy?!”
As Chrysanthemum Douluo’s best buddy, with whom he shared a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, how could he not know about the ‘Spear of the Shattered Chrysanthemum’?
This was Chrysanthemum Douluo’s only self-created soul skill.
It was somewhat similar to Tang San’s Blue Silver Overlord Spear in the original story.
The difference was that the Blue Silver Overlord Spear concentrated full-body soul power into a single point for a devastating single-target attack.
In contrast, the ‘Spear of the Shattered Chrysanthemum’ consumed a massive amount of soul power for no good reason, and could only output less than 40% of his actual strength.
Tasteless to eat, yet a pity to discard.
Calling Chrysanthemum Douluo’s self-created skill “chicken ribs” (useless) wasn’t an exaggeration.
However, all of that applied when soul skills could be used.
In a scenario where soul skills were banned, it was no longer “chicken ribs.” It was a lethal finishing move.
Relying on his level 89 soul power to execute the Spear of the Shattered Chrysanthemum, using his full strength, he could unleash an attack comparable to the strongest strike of an ordinary Soul Emperor.
Equivalent to a Sixth Soul Skill.
Qin Xuan was only a Soul King, and he was similarly barred from using soul skills.
Facing an attack of this caliber, if any accident happened—given how highly the Grand Consecrate valued Qin Xuan, plus the presence of his two cheap teachers—Chrysanthemum Douluo would be in endless trouble.
“Don’t worry, Old Ghost.
I haven’t been blinded by anger.
I’ll hold back at the critical moment.” Chrysanthemum Douluo’s eyes were slightly bloodshot as he looked at Qin Xuan.
“Qin Xuan, I’m telling you in advance, the power of this move rivals the Sixth Soul Skill of a level 60-plus assault-system Soul Emperor.
It’s not too late for you to concede.”
“I also have a move.
A self-created soul skill, comprehended from my First Soul Skill, Sword Piercing the Void.
It’s called Eight-Sided Horizontal Sweep.
I ask for Senior Yue Guan’s instruction.”
Qin Xuan lied without even blushing.
He held his sword horizontally in his right hand, extending his left index and middle fingers, gently sliding them along the blade.
After fighting an level 89 Soul Douluo up to this point, his soul power had nearly bottomed out.
Ultimately, he had only initially mastered the Horizontal Sword Technique; he couldn’t perfectly blend it seamlessly, leading to high soul power consumption.
So this would be his final strike.
An invisible crimson air current emerged from nowhere, converging around him and finally transforming into a dragon of fire that coiled around Qin Xuan’s body.
In the next second, a scene that shocked everyone present—even Qin Xuan himself—unfolded.
The Coiling Dragon Staff in the hands of Xiangmo Douluo, who was standing beside Qian Daoliu, began to tremble violently.
Simultaneously, the Changming Sword in Qin Xuan’s hand trembled as well.
A few seconds later, the fire dragon summoned by Qin Xuan’s Eight-Sided Horizontal Sweep completely lost control.
It flew straight toward Xiangmo Douluo.
Under Qian Daoliu’s pleasantly surprised gaze, the astonished looks of the other consecrates, and the horrified stares of Yue Guan and Gui Mei, it plunged into Xiangmo Douluo’s Coiling Dragon Staff.
The Evil-Shattering Dragon sealed within the Coiling Dragon Staff seemed to gain a soul, instantly coming to life.
Wrapping around the Coiling Dragon Staff, it broke free from the grasp of Xiangmo Douluo—a level 96 Super Douluo!
Also breaking free was the Changming Sword in Qin Xuan’s hand.
The Vermillion Bird seemed to have come alive too, wrapping around the Changming Sword and flying toward the Coiling Dragon Staff.
The two martial souls intertwined.
At this moment, the same five words popped into the minds of everyone present: Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
“It actually succeeded.” Even the usually steady Qianjun Douluo couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.
Before this, they had attempted a Martial Soul Fusion Skill but failed every time.
They had subconsciously assumed it was due to the massive gap in their soul power levels, believing it would only be possible once Qin Xuan advanced to Titled Douluo.
Who could have expected that it would fuse today because of Qin Xuan’s self-created soul skill?
Although it was only a fusion between two people, this was undoubtedly a fantastic start.
If they could fuse all three in the future, even the Grand Consecrate might not be their opponent.
Putting his amazement aside, Qianjun Douluo hastily urged, “Xiangmo, Xuan’er, this is a rare opportunity!
Quickly, complete the martial soul fusion!”
“Hahaha, good!” Sensing the pull of Qin Xuan’s soul power, Xiangmo Douluo laughed wildly.
He leaped off the high platform by the Six-Winged Angel statue, appearing in front of Qin Xuan in the blink of an eye, and opened his arms wide.
“Come, Xuan’er.
Let this old man see just how powerful our Martial Soul Fusion can be!”
“Er…” Fusing with a man…
Qin Xuan’s face turned pale, and he immediately felt nauseous.
Seeing Qin Xuan hesitate, Qianjun Douluo thought he was scared silly and strictly reminded him, “Xuan’er, hurry!
Don’t miss this opportunity!”
“Ugh…” Qin Xuan’s face twitched violently.
Looking at the two-meter-tall Xiangmo Douluo—a full head taller than him—he forced down his disgust and opened his arms.
It’s over.
My chastity as Mr.
I’m going to be tainted…
Qin Xuan closed his eyes, shedding tears of regret.
Just as the two were about to collide, and Qin Xuan braced himself to be hugged by a muscular man, the expected sensation never came.
Qin Xuan: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black.
Xiangmo Douluo: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black.
A total of fourteen soul rings floated out between them.
A blinding white light erupted between the two and then rapidly expanded.
Everyone in the Elder Palace was temporarily blinded.
When the white light faded, an unfamiliar, tall figure stood before them.
The man was about two meters tall, his face cold and handsome, bearing some resemblance to both Qin Xuan and Xiangmo Douluo.
Dressed entirely in red, with his bangs parted down the middle, his white hair flowed like a waterfall.
Fiery red dragon scales appeared on his chest and arms, his shoulder pads were shaped like fire dragon horns, and crisscrossing white bones coiled around his lapels.
Looking at the Changming Sword and Coiling Dragon Staff…
they had fused into a single blood-red spear about 2.5 meters long.
The spearhead resembled the blade of the Changming Sword, while the shaft was the Coiling Dragon Staff.
However, the engraved patterns on the shaft now featured a lifelike Vermillion Bird superimposed on the Evil-Shattering Dragon.
The man instinctively raised his head and reached out a hand.
The blood spear spun in the air, drawing a perfect circle before landing in his grasp.
The smooth, mirror-like spearhead reflected the man’s gaze.
Staring at the familiar figure reflected in the metal, a sudden exclamation rang out:
“Holy sh*t!
Isn’t this Hei Long Tian (Black Dragon Heaven)?
No…
the clothes are red, so it should be Hong Long Tian (Crimson Dragon Heaven).” It was actually Qin Xuan’s voice.
Unfortunately, this voice was destined to be unheard by anyone else.
Because the moment Qin Xuan gripped the blood spear, a terrifying aura unique to a Titled Douluo above level 97 erupted outward, transforming into a massive shockwave.
Centered around the red-clothed man, the ground caved in like a spiderweb.
Rocks flew, and the entire Elder Palace trembled violently.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Gui Mei, having the lowest soul power, were instantly blown away by this overwhelming force.
Even the four consecrates—Qianjun, Light Feather, Male Lion, and Green Luan—couldn’t help but stumble several steps backward before barely stabilizing themselves.
Only Qian Daoliu, with his level 99 soul power, and Golden Crocodile Douluo at level 98, remained unaffected, standing as immovable as mountains.