Chapter 230: with translation of chapter title

In just a few breaths, three Titled Douluo appeared; the overwhelming aura of the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo left them feeling oppressed, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Below, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan gazed at Zhu Zhuqing in the sky with complex expressions.

Even when facing Shui Bing'er, who had already broken through to the Spirit Saint level, I had never felt as powerless as I do now; the gap in soul power between the two sides has widened enormously.

It is impossible to catch up to them.

Yan even faintly felt that the gazes of the surrounding soldiers toward him had changed, becoming strange.

A burning sensation spread across his face, as if someone had slapped him.

The Chrysanthemum Douluo's face was grim, and the Ghost Douluo's expression was similarly grim—though his complexion was already dark enough.

"Old ghost, it seems today's battle is unavoidable; get ready to strike." The Chrysanthemum Douluo said in a low, sharp voice.

Zhu Zhuqing and the others' eyes, honed by their Titled Douluo strength, were exceptionally keen—not to mention they had all cultivated the Purple Extreme Magic Pupil to enhance their vision.

The slightest movements of the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo could not escape Zhu Zhuqing and her companions.

"Seventh Soul Skill—True Form of the Spirit Cat"

Behind Zhu Zhuqing, a dark-black martial soul resembling a cat, unlike anything seen before, manifested.

The Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance: "Spirit Cat? It seems the opponent's Nether Spirit Cat martial soul has undergone an evolution unknown to us, likely evolving toward a dragon lineage."

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Form" ×2!

Unwilling to be outdone, the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo unleashed their Martial Soul True Forms, and the Spirit Hall Empire's troops behind them all displayed their martial souls as they charged toward the Star Luo Empire's army.

Yang Lie Shui and Yang Lie Feng simultaneously activated their Weapon Soul True Forms, and their first three soul rings all lit up.

Among them, Yang Lie Shui darted toward Yaomei's direction.

Yang Lie Feng plunged into the troops, sweeping his long spear and cutting large numbers of soul masters into pieces.

"How dare you, brat?" the Ghost Douluo turned and went to stop Yang Lie Feng.

Seeing the Ghost Douluo enter the fray, Yang Lie Feng curled his lips into a smile: "You've finally come down; I've been waiting here for a while. Eighth Soul Skill—Hunting Wind Demon Domain."

A green, domain-like soul skill enveloped the Ghost Douluo; within its range, all Spirit Hall Empire troops were instantly sliced into heaps of flesh that collapsed to the ground.

"Huh? An invisible attack—what a sharp sensation." The Ghost Douluo quickly used his martial soul to vanish into darkness to avoid the omnipresent damage.

And he minimized his own chance of taking damage.

Yang Lie Feng stood in place, spear in one hand, with no intention of pursuing the Ghost Douluo.

As long as these two do not combine their Martial Soul Fusion Skill to control the battlefield, the Poti Sect's spear formation has the killing power of a meat grinder.

No matter how many troops the Spirit Hall Empire sends, they are merely delivering heads.

On a more distant flank, Yan immediately activated a ranged soul skill to envelop Hu Liena and Xie Yue, then swiftly merged to perform the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, uniting Yaomei into one.

Yang Lie Shui's spear, like a water whip, swept around Yan's obstruction and struck Yaomei directly; a single hit caused blood to trickle from the corner of Yaomei's mouth.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Cloud Dream Marsh"

The molten rock beneath Yan's feet was quickly covered by Yang Lie Shui's traces; the lava rapidly cooled, turning from solid to a mire-like marsh.

Even more terrifying, Yan discovered that his feet had somehow been seized by this mire.

No matter how high a temperature the martial soul could generate, it could not solidify the marsh to free himself. Yang Lie Shui waved his hand, and the marsh instantly engulfed Yan's figure, vanishing before Yaomei's eyes.

"The Spirit Hall's Golden Generation truly possesses extraordinary talent, but unfortunately your opponent is me—a ninety-three–rank Titled Douluo." Yang Lie Shui flickered, his spear lashing at Yaomei from a strange angle once more.

"Clang!"

Yaomei blocked with her moon blade, finding that this water whip, though appearing like water, was extraordinarily hard.

The next second, the water whip became incredibly soft, falling on Yaomei like genuine water.

"Hiss! So heavy." Yaomei felt that wherever her body touched the water whip, it felt as if filled with lead—immensely heavy.

Every step and every motion required ten times or more the previous stamina.

"This water is problematic." Yaomei stared in shock at Yang Lie Shui, also wondering why her sister's charm had no effect on her at all. "Run!"

Facing a Titled Douluo, if they continued to linger in battle, they could easily be captured; Nana is a disciple of the Pontiff, and the siblings are both members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, having been awarded the Purple Ribbon Medal.

If they were taken alive, it would be a devastating blow to the Spirit Hall Empire and even to Bibi Dong.

"Nana, old ghost!" the Chrysanthemum Douluo noticed Yaomei's plight and turned to charge toward Yang Lie Shui.

Anyone could meet mishap, but Hu Liena must not—she is the chosen successor to the Pontiff; she is the Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden.

She is more than just an identity or a soul master; Hu Liena embodies a banner of the Spirit Hall.

In war, having one's banner seized by the enemy is a tremendous disgrace.

Just as the Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to reach Yang Lie Shui's rear, the latter, about to suffer a sneak attack, broke into a smile.

Yaomei's heart gave a sudden thump; she felt something was very wrong—this looked like a trap.

"Whoosh!"

The Chrysanthemum Douluo felt as if a gust of wind brushed past his back, and the next moment he was kicked into the ground.

Her five fingers elongated into claws; Zhu Zhuqing assumed the form of a Spirit Cat, landing gracefully, then vanished again, rushing into the dust where the Chrysanthemum Douluo stood.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Gathering of Cold Blades"

Zhu Zhuqing's claws easily blocked the Chrysanthemum Douluo's petal blades, yet at the same time this move also hindered his assault.

Yang Lie Shui turned, his spear bending and then becoming a water whip again, passing through the water as the petal blades sliced past, and fell to the ground.

After receiving Zhu Zhuqing's powerful, heavy kick, the Chrysanthemum Douluo felt his whole body fall apart, yet just as he rose, the water whip bound him tightly.

"Eighth Soul Skill—Origin Heavy Water"

Yang Lie Shui's voice sounded like a low moan from hell; the Chrysanthemum Douluo felt every inch of his skin, every cell—including his internal soul power—as if weighed down by mountains.

Even his spirit sensed an unprecedented weight, becoming immensely heavy.

Yaomei tightened her grip on the moon blade behind Yang Lie Shui, then turned and transformed into a pink streak of light, vanishing from the battlefield.

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated not, driving a claw through the Chrysanthemum Douluo's chest, bursting his beating, blood-red heart with a single swipe; she flicked her hand, cleaning away the grime.

"Old Chrysanthemum!" Ghost Douluo, as if sensing something, turned and saw Zhu Zhuqing claw and burst Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart, shrieking hysterically.

"You all deserve to die! You deserve to die!!!" (End of chapter)