138: Ma Hongjun's terrifying method of using flesh and blood as soul power

Inside Star Luo City, it was like a human purgatory.

The one hundred thousand Soul Masters that Davis had previously brought were now continuously oozing streaks of dark red flowing light from within their bodies, drifting towards Ma Hongjun at the Imperial City ruins.

Qian Feng pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Water Binger not far away.

The latter bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with both worry and a hint of anger.

The two still had many things they wanted to say, but the blood-colored net in front of them began to close, clearly intending to envelop the entire Star Luo City.

Dai Mubai and the others stood outside the city, their feet stepping on the nearly insane Davis.

"Hahaha~ Lord Ma Hongjun's Soul Skill is complete, that Qian Feng is dead! Let me go, I can still spare you."

At this moment, the Star Luo Emperor stepped forward and delivered a kick, causing Davis, who was in pain all over, to fall unconscious.

Although separated by the blood-colored shield, everyone could still faintly see the situation inside from outside the city.

Anyone above the Soul Saint level could clearly see the battle situation in the center.

At this moment, the surroundings were already full of the citizens of Star Luo City. The Star Luo Emperor sighed, and a group of ministers and citizens knelt down to him from all directions.

"The Star Luo Empire has produced such a scoundrel Crown Prince as Davis, leading to such a great disaster!"

"If not for the Young Master of Spirit Hall, Qian Feng, coming to the rescue, the foundation of my Star Luo Empire would likely be destroyed! This is a moment of life and death. Ministers, lead the citizens to continue retreating to avoid accidents."

The Star Luo Emperor, having been on the throne for many years, quickly calmed down and came up with corresponding countermeasures.

Meanwhile, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and Water Binger stared intently at the golden light within the Blood Luo Sky Net, concerned about Qian Feng's every move.

At this moment, Qian Feng, who was inside the Blood Luo Sky Net, naturally did not know the situation outside.

He floated in the air, a familiar voice sounding in his ears.

"Tsk tsk, such a secret technique, that Blood Plague Calamity Ancestor is really willing to impart it." Thunder Lord's figure was vast like the ringing of a thunder drum.

Qian Feng frowned, flying towards the center of the Imperial City within the city. Along the way, he saw all the Soul Masters rolling and wailing in pain where they stood, and couldn't help but ask:

"Can these people still be saved?"

"Cannot be saved. They were originally ordinary Soul Masters, and it's impossible for them to fully utilize the power of the Blood Serpent. Simply put, they were just vessels for cultivation, and now is the time for harvesting."

Thunder Lord's voice was as calm as ever; the life and death of these people did not stir any emotion in him.

Qian Feng sighed softly. Ma Hongjun laughed loudly at this moment: "Qian Feng, oh Qian Feng! Within this Star Luo City, you have no wings to escape!"

The opponent's Soul Power was still rapidly climbing, ninety-eight... ninety-nine? Limit Douluo!?

Not only that, Ma Hongjun's body began to rapidly inflate, vaguely reaching the size of a small mountain. He sat down on the Imperial City ruins with a plop, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The eyes of this meat mountain Ma Hongjun were bloodshot, and the nine Soul Rings floating around him spun continuously, still absorbing the Soul Power of the one hundred thousand Soul Masters.

Facing such a gigantic object, Qian Feng felt some astonishment.

He even lost his composure for a moment, looking at Ma Hongjun, who had turned into a meat mountain. Was this the method from outside the Douluo Continent?!

Ma Hongjun smiled sinisterly, and a fat right hand grabbed towards Qian Feng. The sound of tearing air, accompanied by blood-red Soul Power, instantly suppressed him.

Qian Feng did not dare to be negligent. The eight Soul Rings under his feet floated up together, and his figure flickered as he charged towards Ma Hongjun.

No matter what, he had to get close first!

"Qian Feng, still making useless resistance? Hehe, First Blood Forging Soul Skill: Blood Soul Lock!"

A sharp voice sounded, and a series of blood-colored Soul Rings suddenly appeared around him. Following that, the sound of chains clashing came from the Soul Rings, and the chains that flew out instantly rushed towards Qian Feng.

"Tsk tsk, Master, this Ma Hongjun is now in the shape of a meat mountain. Where is the correct place to start?" The more dangerous the situation, the calmer and steadier Qian Feng's actions became.

Unfortunately, there was no response from Thunder Lord in his mind.

Qian Feng sighed slightly, his eyes turning sharp. He shifted his body, constantly dodging the attacks and encirclement of the blood-colored chains.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun laughed heartily, as if playing with Qian Feng, patting his fat body. Sounds of vibration arose, and he then sneered:

"No hurry, no hurry~ There are still eight Blood Forging Soul Rings! Second Blood Forging Soul Skill: Blood Sink!"

Qian Feng's heart skipped a beat. The blood mist within this Blood Luo Sky Net suddenly became more solid, and his own speed was also constantly slowing down.

Suddenly! Another Soul Ring appeared out of thin air, and blood-colored chains wrapped towards his right leg!

Fortunately, his reaction was still quick. However, as he lifted his leg, he was still grazed by the blood lock, and a series of scraping sounds rang out.

Qian Feng's right leg clothing was corroded, but fortunately, no wound was left.

"No, I must try to counter it." He raised his head, the three green scales on his neck flickering with light, and the golden-green light in his eyes converged as he looked towards Ma Hongjun.

However, it was useless. Besides seeing streaks of red light continuously gathering towards the opponent, there were no actual weaknesses.

"Alas, you're really like a mouse, too good at running!" Ma Hongjun sighed, his huge head turned slightly, looking at the Soul Masters in the city, sniffing and chuckling: "Too bad, these wastes can't support me for too long~ Gotta finish this quickly!"

Ma Hongjun declared proudly, not even caring about revealing his weakness.

He was full of confidence and believed he could end the battle quickly.

"Eighth Blood Forging Soul Skill: Calamity Ancestor Soul Seizure!" Ma Hongjun extended his right hand, above which floated countless blood-colored souls. A series of wails actually pierced through the entire Blood Luo Sky Net, so much so that even Dai Mubai and the others outside the city could feel it.

Water Binger and the others staggered back a few steps, their minds chaotic, their ears feeling constantly stimulated by the sound of sharp tools scraping against iron plates.

They could only barely resist by using their Soul Power in pain.

Ministers with slightly lower Soul Power directly half-knelt on the ground, blood flowing from their ear canals.

And Qian Feng, who was at the very center of the Soul Skill, naturally endured a suppressive force that ordinary people could not comprehend.

Marks appeared on the golden divine general's armor, and the Zhi Ge Sword in his hand seemed very resistant to this sound, beginning to hum spontaneously.

Qian Feng raised his head, looking at the giant hand reaching out to seize him. Countless blood-colored puppets were entangled above it, constantly emerging like protrusions in a quagmire, grabbing wildly in the air.

A feeling of anger arose in his heart.

He remembered that Davis had sacrificed the living people of four entire cities to please Ma Hongjun.

And Ma Hongjun had nine Blood Forging Soul Rings, so everything became self-evident.

At the same time, Ma Hongjun's strength had naturally reached a terrifying level. Judging solely from the pressure of this flesh and blood mountain, it was no less than the three hammers Tang Hao used more than two years ago when he appeared.

Qian Feng closed his eyes, and the lightning on his body began to explode with a roar, his long hair scattering.

Looking from the outside, it was as if a golden sun had risen, briefly dispelling the gloom within.

Immediately after, an ethereal voice sounded. In mid-air, wind and thunder gathered, and the half-body statue of Thunder Lord coalesced.

His right hand held the Golden Lightning Divine Blade, waiting for a command!

Qian Feng drifted to the chest of the half-body Thunder Lord statue, looking down at the meat mountain Ma Hongjun on the Imperial City ruins.

The latter's eyes held some surprise, but there was no fear.

Qian Feng held the sword in his left hand, formed a sword finger with his right hand, placed it in front of him, and gave the command:

"Majestic Thunder Lord... Obey my command."

"Slay! Without mercy!"

As the command fell, the half-body Thunder Lord swung the Golden Lightning Divine Blade towards the meat mountain Ma Hongjun.

The latter laughed heartily, causing his flabby body to vibrate, and then the ninth and most blood-red Soul Ring floated up.