Chapter 85: Ghostfire Old Man

At this moment, the two stood facing each other, Jinghongchen's gaze was solemn, he flicked his wrist, and a silver longsword etched with mysterious runes appeared in his hand.

Although he himself is a titled Douluo, most of his rank comes from taking pills, so his control over martial soul and even soul power is naturally inferior to a Soul Guide Device.

Therefore, in the overwhelming majority of battles, he chooses a Soul Guide Device.

"Since that's the case, I won't stay behind either, come on." Jinghongchen was also burning with anger at this moment; as the head of Ming De Hall, wherever he goes he is the focus of everyone's attention, and you, an ordinary Saint Spirit Sect elder, dare to fight him?

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Peng sprang up violently, his figure rushing toward Jinghongchen like a ghost.

His hands turned into sharp claws, the tips glowing with a faint green poisonous light, evidently extremely toxic. The Scorpion Tiger Illusion merged with him, moving at blinding speed, and in the blink of an eye he closed in on Jinghongchen.

Jinghongchen remained unhurried, lightly tapping his feet, his form drifting back like willow fluff.

At the same time, he swished his left hand, and a silvery‑white Soul Guide Barrier instantly unfolded, blocking in front of him.

Zhang Peng's claws raked the barrier fiercely, emitting a harsh screeching sound, but failed to break through.

"Petty trick!" Zhang Peng sneered, and the Scorpion Tiger Illusion behind him suddenly swelled, its tail whipping out like a steel whip, lashing hard at Jinghongchen.

Jinghongchen's gaze hardened, his longsword suddenly lit up, the Soul Guide runes on the blade whirring rapidly, a fierce sword qi swept out, colliding with the Scorpion Tiger's tail.

"Boom!"

The clash of sword qi and the Scorpion Tiger's tail unleashed a massive energy surge, shaking the surrounding trees into a chaotic tumble.

Zhang Peng was knocked back several steps, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness.

He let out a low growl, formed seals with both hands, and the Scorpion Tiger Illusion behind him suddenly split, turning into dozens of small Scorpion Tigers, baring claws and lunging at Jinghongchen.

Jinghongchen furrowed his brows, swung his longsword, the blade light arcing like a rainbow, instantly cutting down several Scorpion Tigers.

However, those Scorpion Tigers seemed endless, continuously surging forward.

Jinghongchen let out a cold snort, flipped his left hand, and a compact Soul Guide Device appeared in his palm.

He infused soul power, and the Soul Guide Device instantly unfolded, turning into a massive silver light net that enveloped all remaining Scorpion Tigers.

"Capture!" Jinghongchen barked low, the light net suddenly contracted, crushing all Scorpion Tiger Illusions.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, he suddenly bit his own tongue, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood.

The blood formed a bizarre rune in the air, merging into his body.

"Jinghongchen, taste my 'Scorpion Tiger Soul‑Devouring'!"

Zhang Peng let out a wild laugh, his form suddenly swelling, the Scorpion Tiger Illusion behind him materializing and merging with him.

His speed and strength surged severalfold instantly, his claws like knives, slashing fiercely at Jinghongchen.

Jinghongchen dared not be careless; he thrust his longsword into the ground, formed seals with both hands, and low‑shouted, "Heaven‑Net Earth‑Net, activate!"

In an instant, centered on him, the ground within a hundred‑meter radius suddenly lit up with countless Soul Guide runes, and a massive silver light net rose from the earth, tightly trapping Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng's claws clutched the light net, but it was as if he were stuck in quicksand, unable to break free.

The power of a Level‑9 Soul Guide Device is terrifying; combined with Zhang Peng's soul power level being not much different from Jinghongchen's, he was suddenly unable to move.

"Heh heh, Zhang Peng, you're getting worse as you live." At that moment, a mocking voice came, and a mysterious figure cloaked entirely in a black robe, revealing only a pair of white‑bony hands, stepped forward.

"Wang Lin, hurry up and act!" Zhang Peng didn't argue back, and shouted hurriedly.

Wang Lin chuckled, removed the hood of his black robe, revealing a skull.

Immediately, nine circles of soul rings rose beneath his feet, and a massive skeletal frame appeared behind him.

Strangely, the skeleton was covered with blood‑streaks, and the hollow eyes of the skull flickered with green flames.

"Die!" Wang Lin barked low, slapping forward with both hands.

"Swoosh—!" The skeletal arms behind him instantly elongated, soaring rapidly toward Jinghongchen.

The skeletal arms bore green flames; wherever they passed, the scorching heat even warped the space slightly.

Jinghongchen's gaze was heavy; he dared not meet it head‑on, and dodged swiftly.

His choice was correct; the skeletal arm's strike missed, crashing directly into a massive stone behind him.

In just an instant, the stone turned to ash under the scorching flame.

Clearly, the Wang Lin before him was far stronger than Zhang Peng.

However, what they didn't know was that, dozens of kilometers from the Jingyang Mountains, a blonde woman sensed their aura.

"Another evil soul master?" the blonde woman's brows furrowed, a hint of disgust flashing across her exquisite face.

As golden holy light flickered, three pairs of snow‑white wings unfolded behind the blonde woman, and she flew toward the Jingyang Mountains.

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At the same time, Wang Lin, seeing Jinghongchen's agility, let out a loud shout, and countless skeletons burst from the ground, wielding various weapons, bearing a murderous aura as they charged at Jinghongchen.

These skeleton soldiers were not strong—indeed rather weak; against someone of Jinghongchen's level they were utterly insufficient, unable to withstand even a single strike from him.

Yet Wang Lin's face wore a strange smile.

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Kids, I can't finish this book.

Although it started strong and fell off, it never really went low, so it has nothing to do with the grades; the main issue is that it was written rather hastily, without an outline, and the later plot couldn't be fleshed out, leaving my mind blank.

So for the next book, I'll prepare an outline before writing.

Here I also apologize to the fellow readers following along.

If you're interested in the next book, you can join the main page's reader group and offer a few suggestions.

May we meet again if fate allows!

The new book has been released: "People in Douluo: Ascending to Divinity Starting from Selling Armor"

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