Chapter 88: Martial Soul Fusion Technique — Blazing Firestorm

Boom!!! The fourth soul skill, which had been charging for a long time, erupted, and in that instant, the earth seemed to roar. Countless shards of stone shot up from beneath Dai Heng’s feet, sending even Dai Heng himself flying. The airborne fragments battered his body relentlessly. Even with his three soul skill amplifiers activated, Dai Heng felt pain.

Barely enduring the assault of the stones, Dai Heng, still suspended in midair, was struck by Xie Wu’s flying kick, accelerating his descent and smashing a deep crater into the ground.

“Now it’s my turn!” Io shouted excitedly. His fourth soul ring flared, and in an instant, he transformed into a giant bear over five meters long—the very beast from which his fourth soul ring originated, a seven-thousand-year Rampaging Demon Bear.

Io charged on his powerful bear legs toward the fallen Dai Heng, his massive claws raised high, ready to strike down.

“Fourth soul skill, White Tiger Divine Annihilation!”

At that moment, Dai Heng unleashed his own fourth soul skill—a beam of white light shot from his hand, infused not only with soul power but also with a mental wave: a psychic attack.

“Aaaah!”

The white light struck Io unerringly. Io let out a miserable scream. In the Soul Master Tournament, Davis, at level forty-nine, could severely wound fellow Soul Sect members Ma Hongjun and Oscar by catching them unawares—according to the anime’s setting. Now, Dai Heng, with soul power exceeding seventy levels, was the one attacking. Even though Io was cautious, knowing his opponent was a Soul Saint, he was still forced back to his original form by the psychic assault, his face pale, dropping to one knee with blood seeping from his ears and nose, clearly heavily injured.

“It’s your turn now!” Dai Heng took a deep breath, steadied himself, and turned his fierce gaze toward Rong Dou, never forgetting whose actions had left him so battered.

Just as he prepared to unleash his fourth soul skill again at Rong Dou, an even more terrifying psychic attack struck him—it was Xiao Yu’s head soul bone ability: Death Stare.

Dai Heng felt a chill down his spine and instinctively redirected his attack at Xiao Yu. The two psychic attacks collided invisibly. Although Xiao Yu and Dai Heng had over fifteen levels of soul power difference, Dai Heng’s psychic attack was merely his fourth soul skill, born from a soul ring of roughly four thousand years, while Xiao Yu’s Death Stare came from a hundred-thousand-year head soul bone. The enormous difference in quality was a chasm that fifteen levels could not bridge.

In less than three seconds, Death Stare overwhelmed White Tiger Divine Annihilation and struck Dai Heng directly.

In that instant, Dai Heng’s mind went blank; his vision turned white, and his ears buzzed like a swarm of flies, unable to hear anything.

“Sixth soul skill, Infernal Judgment!”

“Fifth soul skill, Underworld Destruction!”

As Death Stare overpowered White Tiger Divine Annihilation, Xiao Yu’s soul power surged violently. The sixth soul skill released first, and in the next moment, Xiao Yu flashed before Dai Heng, the Underworld Sword in his hand gleaming brightly, unleashing the fifth soul skill in a thunderous strike.

This was the fruit of Xiao Yu’s recent seclusion—his soul skills had become seamlessly integrated. Seizing Dai Heng’s moment of psychic weakness, the sixth and fifth soul skills combined into a powerful combo. The fifth soul skill’s single-target attack breached Dai Heng’s defenses first, followed by a barrage of death rays raining down upon him, exploding and raising clouds of dust.

As the dust cleared, Dai Heng’s figure vanished, replaced by a massive white tiger.

Xiao Yu’s combo skill now rivaled the power of an ordinary Soul Saint. To withstand it, Dai Heng had only one option left: his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Body.

The Martial Soul True Body marked the qualitative transformation of a soul master’s power, much like the carp leaping over the dragon gate. Once activated, soul power, skills, and physical strength all surged dramatically.

Though forced to reveal his trump card by Xiao Yu, whose soul power was far inferior, Dai Heng felt no anger. Instead, his gaze toward Xiao Yu brimmed with wild delight.

Dai Heng, now over fifty, possessed a shrewd eye. Reflecting on that psychic attack, he could instantly determine its true origin.

Soul bone! And being able to ignore the gap in soul power, instantly shattering his soul skill—it must be a high-quality soul bone!

Dai Heng had been stuck at seventy-eight levels for nearly a decade. Barring unexpected fortune, he would likely never advance beyond seventy-eight. But now, the soul bone—considered a treasure among soul masters—appeared before him. If he could absorb this superior head soul bone, he would have a great chance to cross into the realm of Soul Douluo.

“Hahaha! Heaven has not forsaken me!” Dai Heng, now transformed into a white tiger, laughed wildly, striding forward, his body suddenly accelerating as he charged directly at Xiao Yu, appearing before him in a rush.

The tiger’s claw raised high and struck down at Xiao Yu’s head.

Xiao Yu lifted his sword to meet the attack, the blade piercing the heavens, clashing fiercely with Dai Heng’s claw.

The force of their soul powers sent both figures reeling backward; neither seemed to gain the upper hand.

Though Xiao Yu’s soul power level was lower, he possessed many advantages Dai Heng lacked, and Mi Yi Mei was supporting him with full strength.

Dai Heng, though having activated Martial Soul True Body, was not in peak condition. Facing Xiao Yu’s divine-level martial soul, his attack not only failed to achieve its intended effect, but his tiger claw was pierced by Xiao Yu’s Underworld Sword, blood dripping to the ground, forming bright crimson blossoms.

“Boy, I must admit, your talent is unparalleled. Unfortunately, no matter what, you must die here today. Otherwise, you’ll become a dire threat to my Star Luo Empire in the future!”

The white tiger spoke, its eyes unwavering, showing no concern for the wound on its paw as it lunged fiercely at Xiao Yu.

“You’d better worry about how you’ll die today!” Xiao Yu responded coldly, not forgetting Dai Heng’s attack on Huo Wu. Sword in hand, he faced Dai Heng head-on.

Black and white figures intertwined ceaselessly; Yi Hui and Purple Dragon were not idle, unleashing soul skills at the transformed white tiger, preventing Dai Heng from focusing his full strength on Xiao Yu.

Just as Dai Heng relentlessly swung his claws at Xiao Yu, suddenly Xiao Yu and his allies retreated several steps, leaving Dai Heng alone at the center.

Dai Heng paused, only to see Cang Mo and Yuna, who had never attacked from the start, standing before him. Yuna stood behind Cang Mo, her hands resting on his back; both their forms became ethereal, glowing with intense light.

“Martial Soul Fusion Skill!”

Dai Heng blurted out instinctively.

“Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Flame Storm!”

They spoke in unison. In that instant, terrifying waves of soul power erupted, the air trembling violently, as if thousands of lions roared in rage. In the howling wind, all-consuming flames surged forth.