Chapter 48: One Claw Crushes a Titled Douluo

Xiadie swung her scythe, the movement not swift, yet carrying a near-divine elegance.

Life and death intertwined.

Power erupted from the blade's edge, a light blade like a purple galaxy rising across the sky.

That was not mere energy; it seemed to be the purple hue revealed after the equilibrium of life and death.

Beneath Xiadie's feet, a sea of purple flowers slowly bloomed; wherever the blade light passed, the tranquility seemed to exist in a different dimension from this space.

The purple blade light collided head-on with the falling fireball; there was no deafening explosion, no sound of the heavens and earth being torn apart.

Nor did the flames break through the infinitesimal purple light to fall straight down, as Yan Shaozhe had expected.

Instead, a streak of purple light appeared on the fireball, as if drawn onto it with a pen, creating a fissure.

The energy of the flames flowed into the fissure, which began to grow, splitting the entire fireball in two from the middle.

Seeing this, Yan Shaozhe's pupils dilated.

He clearly felt his Ninth Soul Skill weakening, its power being drained.

The crimson flames churned wildly, attempting to swallow that purple galaxy.

Yet, eerily, that purple light seemed to possess life, counter-devouring the flames and becoming even more intense.

The flames were drawn into the purple light bit by bit.

The scorching, the destruction, the explosive force—none of it ever appeared.

All power was forcibly absorbed by the torrent of death and life.

"Any energy possesses the attribute of life; flames and light are no exception." Xiadie glanced at the Death Scythe in her hand.

With the power condensed from the Blade of Life and her own authority over death, plus the soul power just absorbed from the three battling Titled Douluo via her Domain.

This strike was even stronger than the one in the Star Dou Great Forest.

"No, this is impossible!"

Yan Shaozhe also realized that his own power had become a wedding dress for the opponent's skill.

His eyes widened, and he panted like an ox.

This has to be a joke!

He was a 95th Level Titled Douluo!

What was on the other side?

Merely a naturally evil Evil Soul Master.

His flames possessed the Bright Attribute, and with the timing, location, and people all on his side, the advantage should clearly have been his.

Why was his own power falling into a disadvantage? This defied logic!

"Could the Extreme Death Attribute be so much stronger than other Extreme Attributes?"

Sweat beaded on Yan Shaozhe's forehead, and the storm in his mind could not subside for a long time.

He had considered that Wang Xian'er might block his attack, or even that she might annihilate his Ninth Soul Skill.

But the scene before him completely washed away his worldview.

"Crack—" A crisp, resonant sound once again drew everyone's attention.

The sky cracked like glass, and Yan Shaozhe's Ninth Soul Skill suddenly collapsed.

A massive purple spatial rift extended from the sky to the ground.

"Hum—"

A resonant dragon's cry rang through the heavens and earth.

"That... what is that?" Yan Shaozhe swallowed, his voice trembling.

Xian Lin'er blocked Yan Shaozhe behind her, nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, five black—circling her body as the soul power of a 94th Level Titled Douluo was suddenly released.

In the sky, as if someone had torn open a wall, the revealed image was that of a dragon-like creature flapping silver-purple wings.

Its features were too blurred to see clearly, though its outline could be faintly discerned within the purple mist.

But the moment they locked eyes with it, they saw those deep pupils within the mist.

Xian Lin'er's body could not help but tremble; it was the fear of death felt by a living being.

Facing Bolvkesi directly, Xian Lin'er and Yan Shaozhe felt immense pressure.

Wang Xian'er stood up shakily and looked up at the sky; even seeing it for the second time, she still felt her spirit shaken.

Furthermore, when that aura spread over, the erosion of the death energy on her did not seem as severe.

It was not that it wasn't eroding, but the erosion was not as active as before; it was as if it had quieted down.

"What a pity."

Xiadie shook her head gently.

With three Titled Douluo battling, she had absorbed their soul power through her Domain, plus the full-force strike just unleashed by the 96th Level Yan Shaozhe, using these as a foundation.

She still could not make the Death Flower Sea fully manifest; it was only slightly better than that time with Di Tian, at best allowing people to faintly see the appearance of Bolvkesi.

"The blurring of the boundary between the living and the dead is not friendly to the citizens of Xingluo Cheng; it cannot last too long."

Xiadie was not some great villain; as for internet memes like sacrificing millions to establish a foundation, she hadn't fallen to that point yet.

A person's bottom line, it might not need to be much, but it must exist.

Xiadie shook her head, casting aside the messy thoughts.

A Soul Master's strength is great, and the spread of the Death Element is no problem for a short time, but it is different for ordinary citizens.

This is not the era of the first Soul Master generation, with the Spirit Hall awakening martial souls house by house.

Currently, even in Xingluo Cheng, there are still many ordinary people who haven't even awakened their martial souls.

"Medical Immortal, let us prepare to leave!" Xiadie turned her head to look at Wang Xian'er.

"This..." Wang Xian'er looked at the sky, then at Xiadie, hesitating to speak.

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency," Xiadie smiled slightly, "I am not that deranged."

Xiadie swung her scythe again, as if dancing gracefully.

"Rip."

A purple spatial rift slowly formed.

Just as Wang Xian'er and Xiadie prepared to step into the spatial rift, Yan Shaozhe noticed this scene, his eyes turning blood-red.

"Evil Soul Master, don't you dare leave!"

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Avatar."

With his martial soul bolstered upon his body and soul power condensing into his Martial Soul Avatar, Yan Shaozhe dove downward, his target being none other than Xiadie and Wang Xian'er.

"You are truly stubborn," Xiadie said, not stopping, as she glanced toward the sky.

After Wang Xian'er entered the spatial rift, Xiadie stepped in as well.

At the same time, a dragon claw that blotted out the sky extended from the massive spatial rift.

The power of death circulated, directly dissipating Yan Shaozhe's Bright Attribute soul power entirely.

Yan Shaozhe spat out a mouthful of blood: "Impossible! I am a Soul Master with the Bright Attribute!"

Watching the descending dragon claw, he felt like a small boat capsizing on the vast ocean.

Yan Shaozhe's heart was filled with despair.

"Shaozhe!"

Martial God Douluo Xian Lin'er transformed into a streak of green light, shielding Yan Shaozhe behind her.

She condensed a long spear in her hand and thrust it fiercely toward the sharp claw.

However, the attack that landed on the dragon claw did not stir up even a ripple.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Avatar."

Xian Lin'er roared, activating her Martial Soul Avatar to block firmly in front.

The dragon claw, tainted with the aura of tranquil death, slammed down ruthlessly.

"Pfft—"

Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er spat out blood.

Their figures, like kites with broken strings torn by a gale, were sent flying backward by the impact, crashing heavily into the ground.

Gravel and soil were kicked into the air, and the immense impact caused the ground for over ten meters around to tremble repeatedly.

The dragon claw descending from the sky slowly faded after striking the two, dissipating into specks of light.

Even the Flower Sea revealed by the forced tearing of space was slowly closing.

It was as if nothing had happened, and it was just another peaceful day in Xingluo Cheng.

But the devastated ground, the scratches torn by the sharp dragon claw, and the two Shrek Titled Douluo in the distance, whose survival was unknown—

All served as proof that a great battle had taken place here, a battle that was a one-sided crushing defeat.

"Y-Your Majesty," Giant Strength Douluo Cheng Gang said, his lips pale and his voice trembling,

"What exactly was that just now?" Cheng Gang asked the question everyone wanted to know.

The gazes of everyone present turned in unison toward Xu Jiawei; the stronger one was, the more they could feel their own insignificance from what had just occurred.