"Right Arm Bone Skill, Afterlife!"
Following the prohibition of flight, the burly man's right arm spirit bone suddenly erupted with an extremely deep and deathly black light, its other skill unleashed.
Prohibition of Flight, Afterlife.
These two skills complement each other, specifically designed for agile attack-type soul masters.
As a powerful offensive-type, strength soul master, his own movement speed is a significant weakness, compounded by facing an opponent with the Angel Martial Soul, a combination of speed and power.
Without preparation, wouldn't that be courting death?
Prohibition of Flight, centering on oneself, confiscates all flying soul skills and flight abilities within a thousand-mile radius. Whether it's a spirit bone, martial soul true body, or soul skill, anything possessing flight ability will become ineffective within this range.
Afterlife, centering on oneself, creates an independent 'space' the same size as the prohibition of flight domain. Within this space, all sounds and breaths are masked, and no matter which direction you flee, you will ultimately return to the side of the soul skill's user.
This right arm spirit bone, in essence, is a trump card prepared for the Angel tribe!
"Don't even think about escaping."
"Within the domain of Afterlife, no matter where you flee, you will return to me."
"Instead of wasting meaningless strength and soul power trying to escape, it's better to surrender obediently. I'll give you a quick end!"
The burly man grinned ferociously, his pearly white teeth stained with a hint of blood, appearing extremely terrifying.
"Prohibition of Flight, Afterlife!"
"How can these two skills appear on you!"
Qian Renxue, at this moment, showed extreme surprise.
Qian Daoliu had once told her that a long time ago, in the Sacred Spirit Sect, there was a person who specialized in physique and blood essence, cultivating his physical body to a terrifying degree. He could shatter mountains with a punch and crack the earth and sea with a stomp.
His brute strength was earth-shattering, enough to wrestle with a hundred-thousand-year Titan Giant Ape!
What was even more terrifying was that this person possessed a right arm spirit bone of at least a hundred thousand years, and the soul skill provided by the spirit bone was named Prohibition of Flight and Afterlife.
Relying on these domain-like existences, that person had killed countless members of the Angel tribe! Among them were even Titled Douluo and peerless super Douluo.
The Fourth Elder of the Sacred Spirit Sect, the Man-Demon Titan!
"It seems your status within the Angel tribe is quite high. You even know about these two skills!"
"However, no matter how high your status, you cannot escape death!"
"If you want to know why, then go to hell and ask those fellow tribesmen who have become vengeful spirits!"
The burly man's figure charged towards Qian Renxue with a sudden burst of speed. Despite his unusually robust physique, his speed was terrifying.
In just two blinks, he reached Qian Renxue. His fist, as large as a small millstone, whistled with astonishing and terrifying fist wind, smashing fiercely towards Qian Renxue's waist.
Qian Renxue's golden long hair fluttered in the wind. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly. With a light tap of her toe, her body, like a falling leaf, retreated abruptly.
Faster than his fist, her body had already vanished from its original position as the punch arrived, appearing at a distance, her expression grave as she stared at the burly man.
The millstone-sized fist suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if pressed by a pause button, frozen in place.
This scene caused Wang Zhong's expression to become immensely shaken.
Wang Zhong had personally experienced Qian Renxue's speed during their previous pursuit and knew it was impossible for her to be hit by such a punch.
Although the fist was heavy, its force even generated a gust of wind. The power of that punch was no small matter, yet she could somehow bring it to a complete halt, not advancing an inch.
Such a body, and such control over power, were beyond imagination!
Wang Zhong was certain that with the amount of force he had exerted, he could not have done what the burly man in front of him did.
Qian Renxue vanished the moment before the attack landed. The punch missed, but to his surprise, the burly man glanced at Qian Renxue, who was standing at a distance, and grinned, "The speed of the Angel tribe is exceptional. Few martial souls in this world can match them in terms of speed."
"It is an extremely powerful suppression for a strength-type soul master like myself."
"But do you know! Even with such speed, the number of angels who have died in my hands is countless!"
Hearing this, Wang Zhong's heart pounded wildly. A chilling premonition surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Under his gaze, Qian Renxue, who had been standing still at a distance, suddenly trembled. Her face turned pale, and she spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, almost dyeing the ground in front of her.
This scene caused Wang Zhong's breathing to almost stop. His body transformed into a beam of light, rushing to the side of the swaying Qian Renxue and holding her in his arms.
"Sister Xue, Sister Xue!"
"How could this happen!"
He continuously wiped the blood flowing from her lips with his sleeve, looking at her face, pale as gold paper. Wang Zhong felt so heartbroken he wanted to kill. He looked up at the burly man, his face turning extremely ferocious and fierce.
"The power reaches before the fist."
"The moment I threw my punch, the force had already landed on her!"
"She dodged my fist, but not a single bit of the power!"
"However, she's not entirely without skill. The moment she felt something was wrong, she somehow managed to dissipate most of the force. Otherwise, this punch would have split her in two!"
Slowly retracting his fist, the burly man's ferocity was fully displayed.
Among the two present, he only feared Qian Renxue's pure and blazing light soul power. As for Wang Zhong, in his eyes, he wasn't even worthy of being served on the table.
Soul power surged in. Feeling Qian Renxue's almost shattered internal organs, Wang Zhong gritted his teeth so hard they creaked.
"Tree Martial Soul, manifest!"
An ancient and terrifying towering giant tree, carrying lightning and the Yellow Springs, tore through the void and descended upon the world. Waves of emerald energy erupted from its canopy, transforming into stardust and slowly integrating into Qian Renxue's body, repairing the life-threatening injuries.
As the green energy flowed in, Qian Renxue's golden-paper-like complexion gradually improved, though it remained achingly pale.
Wang Zhong had tried long ago. The green energy condensed from his Tree Martial Soul, while possessing healing abilities, was not as effective on others as it was on himself.
Through continuous observation, Wang Zhong discovered that this difference stemmed from the distinction between his body and others.
Whether it was humans, animals, or even soul beasts, when injured, their bodies had a limit to their repair function. Once this limit was exceeded, the green energy condensed by the Tree Martial Soul would cease to function.
But Wang Zhong's body, his recovery function was almost infinite. As long as he had medicinal power or energy, he could repair his body without limit!
However, this repair was not an invulnerable state. In Wang Zhong's perception, if his body lost more than two-thirds, even the green energy wouldn't save him.
Stabilizing Qian Renxue's injuries, Wang Zhong activated his fifth soul skill, Absolute Defense, the Art of Ranking, to firmly protect her within it.
This time, it wasn't something condensed from soul power like in his fight against Ying Yanyang, but rather a stronger defense formed by countless tree roots breaking through the earth.