Chapter 199: Mysterious Gates and Escaping Armor, War Soul Douluo

Huang Zhenshan held the Zhenshan Iron Sword, walking step by step toward Nan Feihuang. Tang Hao watched from the rear; he had to minimize his own actions to avoid having his identity discovered.

Now that Jia Chong had been injured by his sneak attack and Elder Zhang had no combat capability, could Huang Zhenshan, a dignified Spirit Douluo, really fail to deal with Nan Feihuang, a mere Soul King?

"Elder Zhang, use your Fruit to take care of Mr. Jia Chong!" Nan Feihuang opened his eyes and stood up. "What an extremely foolish person; he fell into a trap without even knowing it."

"The Lord is correct. This clumsy scheme of profiting from chaos and borrowing a knife to kill—who does that Tang Hao think he can deceive?" Xun Yu stood side-by-side with Nan Feihuang and said with a smile, "However, it wouldn't hurt to play with this Spirit Douluo first. Previously, we only fought against those academies, and the power of the formation was never revealed. This time, we shall use him to test it."

In truth, Nan Feihuang and Xun Yu had seen through Tang Hao's identity immediately. After all, it was far too easy to guess; there were only so many Title Douluo who would inexplicably harbor killing intent toward Nan Feihuang.

Who else would appear here besides the Spirit Hall but Tang Hao? He likely thought Nan Feihuang had already absorbed that Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone and was preparing to kill him to take it back.

Neither of them immediately exposed Tang Hao's identity for a simple reason: they wanted to use the Spirit Hall to practice the formation, and it wouldn't matter if they killed a large portion of them. They would play along with the scheme. If Tang Hao wanted to borrow a knife to kill and frame others, then once Nan Feihuang finished off most of the people here, he would expose Tang Hao. All of the Spirit Hall's debts would be settled on Tang Hao's head, as he was the one who impersonated others and provoked the two sides into war.

In such a situation, Qian Renxue would not blame Nan Feihuang for anything. What choice did he have but to kill for self-preservation? It was all Tang Hao's fault.

As for Tang Hao himself, Feihuang did not take him to heart. For one, he certainly would not dare to use his martial soul and expose his identity; for another, Nan Feihuang was not without other preparations.

Nan Feihuang always liked to leave a backup plan when doing things; he still had a trump card.

"You little brats, playing gods and ghosts." Huang Zhenshan did not understand the way of formations at all and charged in with the members of the Spirit Hall.

The Open Gate direction was wide open, as if welcoming the arrival of the opponents.

"Many thanks, Elder Zhang!"

"Just come if you dare!" Feihuang smiled and led his Gu Lei Team to meet them.

"If it were a death match of brute force, that would be the case, but under the Eight Gates Formation, I invite you, Senior, to properly experience it," Xun Yu said with a smile.

The strongest, Nan Feihuang and Dian Wei, were stationed at the Death Gate and the Injury Gate respectively.

Finally, Xing Daorong and Pan Feng guarded the Deliberation and Rest gates, while Jia Kui was positioned in the center to protect Xun Yu.

"Your Highness! Catch these." Elder Zhang threw a large pile of fruit to everyone from the rear. It was his Fifth Soul Skill, Fire Tree Silver Flower—which was actually Fire Dragon Fruit, shaped like fire crystals and shimmering with silver light. After consuming it, the target's blood and Qi would surge, their physical fitness would improve linearly, and their movements would become light, with agility increased by thirty percent.

"Hmph, a summoning-type spirit skill, not bad. But for this kind of soldier-summoning, the soldiers' strength is usually not very high. What use are a mere few dozen?" Huang Zhenshan said disdainfully.

Everyone consumed the fruit. Then, Xun Yu pointed his Military Talisman toward the sky. In an instant, a full eighty soldiers formed a peculiar formation, counter-encircling the dozens of black-clad men from the Spirit Hall.

He had little combat power and could only achieve this much.

The members of the Gu Lei Team had already rehearsed countless times. The moment Xun Yu's soldiers formed the battle array, they each took their positions.

Lv Lingqi guarded the Surprise Gate.

What he said was also a fact. Currently, Xun Yu's level was not high enough, and the summoned soldiers only had the strength of Great Soul Masters at most. To a Spirit Douluo expert, one of his spirit skills could kill a large swath in an instant.

"Crown Prince of Gu Lei, I am sorry, but please pass away!" Huang Zhenshan's killing intent permeated the air, and at the same time, the dozen or so black-clad men behind him slowly closed in.

At this moment, the Eight Gates Formation began to operate.

Nan Feihuang, situated at the Death Gate, received the greatest boost; almost everyone's soul power was connected to him.

Tang San could break through to the seventieth level and activate his true form with the help of the Seven-in-One Fusion Skill's soul power. At this moment, the soul power fluctuations on Nan Feihuang were also far above the seventieth level.

The Spirit Hall members attacking the Gu Lei Team consisted of one Spirit Douluo and two Spirit Saints.

His choice, of course, was that Spirit Douluo.

"Senior Huang Zhenshan, please receive my Divine Halberd!" Nan Feihuang attacked Huang Zhenshan head-on.

"Crown Prince of Gu Lei, you are being overly arrogant. Second Soul Skill, Zhenshan Strike." Huang Zhenshan unleashed his spirit skill, preparing to counter-kill Nan Feihuang.

But he did not expect that the moment his Zhenshan Iron Sword collided with Nan Feihuang's Fangtian Halberd, the blade of the Zhenshan Iron Sword was nearly bent by the pressure of the Fangtian Halberd.

"What is happening? This attack power..." Huang Zhenshan was filled with confusion; Nan Feihuang's attack power at this moment was actually above his own.

That was, of course, the expected result. Could the power of a god-level martial soul that had broken through the seventieth level be inferior to an eighty-plus level high-level martial soul?

"My Lord!" The two Spirit Saints immediately wanted to step forward to assist, but were pressed down by one person simultaneously.

"The Lord is killing the enemy, do not disturb!" Dian Wei exerted force and pressed both of them to the ground.

His position was the Injury Gate; unlike Nan Feihuang, whose attack power exploded, he provided a strength boost.

These two Spirit Saints were both Beast Spirits—one a Snow Wolf, the other a Rhinoceros. Theoretically, they were both Spirit Masters with very formidable physiques, yet at this moment, they were pressed to the ground by Dian Wei, who held one head in each hand.

"Damn it, this guy, what kind of monster strength is this?" The Snow Wolf Spirit Saint roared and struggled violently, but he was completely unable to break free from Dian Wei's grip.

The remaining black-clad men were not having an easy time either; the strongest among them were only Soul Kings. Lv Lingqi was stationed at the Surprise Gate, the position where ambush troops were hidden. Combined with her unparalleled high speed and the boost from this gate, she could be said to come and go without a trace.

Often, before they could even see her figure, their throats were slashed by the Feilian Halberd.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Huang Zhenshan and Nan Feihuang engaged in a fierce battle at the very center of the formation, the sword and halberd constantly colliding and emitting sounds.

"Senior, your swordsmanship is truly too crude. 'A heavy sword has no edge, great skill is not crafted'—heavy sword technique should be 'great skill appears clumsy,' using clumsiness to break skill. But this 'clumsiness' refers to being ancient, simple, and heavy, not being awkward." Nan Feihuang used Single-Handed Eighteen Picks to continuously deflect Huang Zhenshan's heavy sword strikes and took the opportunity to counterattack.

He used North Star Immortal Trace to step and vanish before Huang Zhenshan's eyes, then suddenly appeared behind him and smashed down with his halberd.

Huang Zhenshan was panicked; it was too late to dodge now, so he could only raise his sword to block.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Immovable as a Mountain!"

The Zhenshan Iron Sword transformed into a large iron shield, protecting him firmly.

Nan Feihuang struck the shield with his halberd. It was worthy of being a ten-thousand-year spirit skill and was indeed hard, but Nan Feihuang did not care in the least. If one strike didn't break the defense, wouldn't two more do? If that didn't work, he would activate Half-Moon Slash and use True Damage to defeat the enemy directly.

But today, Nan Feihuang wanted to break the opponent's spirit skill head-on and drive this guy to a mental breakdown.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Peerless Fangtian Halberd smashed down three times in succession. As the shield cracked and reverted to the appearance of the Zhenshan Iron Sword, cracks still remained on the blade.

Huang Zhenshan vomited blood and had suffered internal injuries. His martial soul had been cracked; how could he not suffer the backlash?

(End of chapter)