225: Instantly kill the remnant soul of the Primordial Chaos Realm

"Hehehe..." Amidst a spine-chilling, delicate laughter, the figure of Ye Wumian appeared on the Ziwei Battle Stage like a ghost. She was draped in a pitch-black gauze dress, her skin pale as paper, and a faint nether fire mark pulsed between her brows. Behind her, a pair of chaos wings, seemingly woven from shadows, fluttered gently, scattering droplets of Yellow Springs nether mist that corroded the Void Realm.

"Fellow Daoist Lin..." Ye Wumian's voice was like a cold wind from the Nine Netherworlds, carrying a sinister sweetness. "Your Soul... is so delicious..."

Lin Yuan looked at this eerie woman without expression, his right hand slowly rising.

Behind him, on the edge of his left chaos wings, that dao pattern of annihilation lit up once more...

"Hehehe..." Ye Wumian's delicate laughter sounded like ten thousand years of cold ice grinding together, making one's skin crawl. Her pale fingers gently stroked the nether Soul lamp she held in her arms, which emitted a ghastly green light. A wisp of nether fire flickered at the wick, illuminating her bewitching face. "Fellow Daoist Lin... your light of the Soul is so brilliant, why not... lend it to me?"

Before her words had finished, the chaos wings behind her suddenly unfurled! Countless twisted, pained faces of Souls appeared on the pitch-black wing membranes, emitting silent wails. A visible surge of Yellow Springs nether mist erupted from the wings, instantly shrouding the entire Ziwei Battle Stage! Wherever the mist passed, the space emitted "hissing" sounds of corrosion, and even the barrier light screen began to dim!

"Nether Daoist Magic: Ten Thousand Souls Devouring the Heart!"

Ye Wumian let out a sharp shriek, and the nether Soul lamp in her hand suddenly erupted with blinding green light! The wisp of nether fire at the wick expanded violently, transforming into a ferocious giant python formed from the entanglement of countless resentful Souls. Carrying a terrifying aura that corroded the Soul, it lunged toward Lin Yuan! Even more terrifying was that within the Yellow Springs nether mist, countless hair-thin threads of the Soul spread silently, attempting to invade Lin Yuan's seven orifices and control his Divine Soul!

Exclamations erupted from the viewing stands. Someone recognized the terror of this move— "Ten Thousand Souls Devouring the Heart" was a forbidden Daoist Magic recorded in the "Yellow Springs Scripture". It used the nether Soul lamp as a medium to release the thousands of resentful Souls imprisoned within, directly attacking the opponent's Origin of the Soul! Once struck, the Divine Soul would be gnawed by the ten thousand Souls, reducing the victim to a walking corpse! Even more terrifying were the threads of the Soul within the Yellow Springs nether mist, which could silently parasitize the opponent's Sea of Consciousness, planting a "Nether Soul Seed" and turning the person into a Puppet of the caster!

"The Nether Saintess is using a killing move right from the start!"

"That Lin Yuan is in danger! Soul attacks are the hardest to defend against!"

"I heard that Ye Wumian's Soul lamp imprisons a Hunyuan Realm remnant Soul..."

Facing this eerie and terrifying Soul killing move, the Chaos Heart Light in Lin Yuan's eyes flashed slightly. He did not dodge or defend as everyone expected; instead, he did something that left everyone dumbfounded—he opened his arms as if welcoming a dear friend, allowing the giant python of resentful Souls and the Yellow Springs nether mist to completely engulf him!

"Is he crazy?!" someone screamed in loss of composure.

Ye Wumian was also stunned, but then wild joy flashed in her eyes: "Seeking death!" She frantically urged the Soul lamp, and more resentful Souls poured out from it. The Yellow Springs nether mist became so thick it solidified, completely submerging the location where Lin Yuan stood into a writhing, death-aura-exuding green cocoon!

However, just at the moment when everyone thought Lin Yuan's defeat was certain—

"Hum!"

A beam of cyan light, gentle as jade yet containing supreme majesty, suddenly burst forth from the core of the green cocoon! The cyan light was like the first ray of light at the creation of the world, instantly piercing through the layers of nether mist! Countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the cocoon, as if some terrifying existence inside was awakening!

"What?!" Ye Wumian's expression changed drastically. She felt that all the resentful Souls and Yellow Springs nether mist she had released were being frantically devoured and purified by some supreme power! Even more terrifying was that her connection with the nether Soul lamp was being forcibly severed!

"Crack!"

The green cocoon shattered completely! Lin Yuan's figure reappeared, his body shrouded in a layer of gentle, jade-like cyan halo. Between his brows, a miniature phantom image of the chaos green lotus slowly rotated, casting down rays of clear radiance. Those Yellow Springs nether mist and resentful Souls, which were capable of corroding the Soul of a Myriad Dao Realm expert, let out shrill wails under the illumination of the green lotus's clear radiance, like snow meeting a scorching sun, rapidly dissolving and annihilating!

"A phantom image of the chaos green lotus?!" Ye Wumian looked as if she had seen a ghost, her voice changing pitch. "Impossible! This is a projection of a Chaos Supreme Treasure! How could you possibly..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt. Because Lin Yuan had already raised his right hand, pointing his fingers like a sword. On the edge of the left chaos wings behind him, that dao pattern of annihilation lit up once more, and a terrifying aura that made the entire Ziwei Battle Stage begin to tremble started to condense!

"Not good!" Ye Wumian was terrified out of her wits; she knew all too well how terrifying this move was—three days ago, it was this very move that had nearly cost Jiang Jiuxiao his life! She retreated frantically, simultaneously biting the tip of her tongue and spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto the nether Soul lamp: "I beseech the saint soul to act!"

"Aoo—!"

The nether Soul lamp trembled violently, and the wisp of nether fire at the wick instantly surged! A blurry, terrifying phantom image exuding the pressure of the Hunyuan Realm emerged from the lamp! The phantom image had two horns on its head and was covered in scale armor, like a demon crawling out from the Nine Nether Hell. The moment it appeared, it caused the space of the entire battle stage to begin twisting and cracking!

"Junior... you seek death!" The phantom image let out a hoarse low roar, and a giant claw covered in scales slapped down toward Lin Yuan's head! Wherever the claw wind passed, space shattered inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black Void Realm behind it!

There was an uproar in the viewing stands! No one expected that Ye Wumian would actually summon the Hunyuan Realm remnant Soul imprisoned within the Soul lamp! Although it was only a remnant Soul, its power far exceeded the Feather Transformation Realm level! This had already violated the tournament's rule of "no external assistance allowed"!

The Referee Elder was just about to intervene, but he saw a cold sneer curl onto Lin Yuan's lips.

"I was waiting for you."

The left wing behind him beat violently, and the "Chaos Ruin Blade" that had been condensing for a long time was finally slashed out! But this time, the line of ruin was not straight; instead, it twisted and changed like a living thing, tracing a profoundly mysterious trajectory in the air, faintly forming the pattern of a budding green lotus!

"chaos green lotus: Ruin Slash!"

"Sss—!"

The line of ruin, infused with the power of the phantom image of the chaos green lotus, swept across the giant claw slapped down by the Hunyuan remnant Soul. There was no earth-shattering collision, only a spine-chilling sound of annihilation. That giant claw, capable of shattering stars, began to disintegrate and annihilate inch by inch from the fingertips! The remnant Soul let out a shrill roar, wanting to break free, but found that the line of ruin was like a maggot on a tarsal bone, rapidly spreading along its arm. Wherever it passed, the Soul body was completely reduced to nothingness!

"No! This is... what power! Who on earth are you..." The remnant Soul's roar came to an abrupt halt, because the line of ruin had already spread to its head. That ferocious face froze in extreme terror, and then collapsed and dissipated like a sand sculpture!