553: Chapter 553 Soul Assassination

Ao Huang and Xu Ming's eyes met in mid-air. In just an instant, the deep-seated resolve and cold light in each other's eyes reached a tacit understanding.

At this moment, the corners of the mouths of these two powerhouses of different races and temperaments curled up simultaneously—not in friendliness, but in the sinister smile of hunters absolutely certain of their prey.

"You two, let us strike together and finish off Wutian."

Hun Yan's cold voice rang out at the perfect time, like a gavel sealing this temporary alliance. "As for the Legacy here, we can each rely on our own abilities afterward. What do you say?"

"Precisely my thoughts."

Ao Huang's dragon roar and Xu Ming's gravelly, grating voice spoke in unison, overlapping with a chilling, scalp-numbing unison and murderous intent.

The moment the words fell—

Boom!

Ao Huang was the first to move!

His terrifying, hundred-zhang-long dragon body suddenly contracted in the void without the slightest hesitation!

This was not a retreat, but the ultimate Profound Truth of the Dragon Clan's combat methods—compressing, condensing, and purifying power capable of overturning rivers and seas in an instant, as if a boiling volcano were being forcibly stuffed into the point of a needle!

"Roar—!!!"

A low dragon roar erupted from the depths of his chest. It was no longer a demonstration of power, but the first roar of an ancient Vicious Beast breaking free from its shackles!

The majestic dragon yuan of the Great Perfection of the Early Stage Soul Transformation Realm surged wildly within his mountain-like, winding body, producing a rumble like heaven and earth splitting apart!

Pitch-black dragon scales stood on end one by one, like a billion blades thrusting out together.

Dark red light surged violently beneath his scales as boiling dragon blood and tyrannical Devilish Fire clashed and agitated each other, as if they could ignite him at any moment into a blazing dragon spear capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas!

Black Devilish Qi, thick as substance, erupted from the gaps between every single scale and the pores of every inch of his skin!

Instead of dispersing, this Devilish Qi spun, collided, and fused frantically, finally condensing outside his body into a Devil Dragon Phantom that was even larger, more ferocious, and more indistinct than his actual body!

That was no rigid dharma idol—it was living destruction!

It coiled in the void, looking down upon all living beings, radiating a tyranny and greed originating from the deepest depths of the primordial era, as if it could crush stars in a single bite!

"Dragon Emperor—Heaven Devourer!!!"

Ao Huang threw his head back and let out a roar that shook the universe!

This roar surpassed a dragon's cry; it was more like countless Vicious Beasts imprisoned in the abyss for billions of years breaking their shackles at the exact same moment, collectively pouring out their accumulated desires for destruction from across the ages!

Wherever the sound waves swept, the void shattered like fragile colored glass, letting out a continuous crackling and bursting sound as pitch-black, web-like cracks spread frantically like lightning!

Along with this roar, the sky-blotting Devil Dragon Phantom suddenly thrust its head forward!

It opened its massive maw—gloomy, deep, and seemingly capable of swallowing even light!

A terrifying suction force capable of tearing mountains and rivers apart erupted from within, as if it wanted to bite, chew, and swallow Wutian along with the very space he occupied whole!

This was Ao Huang's unreserved, full-strength strike, its Aura shaking heaven and earth.

Yet, deep within those dragon pupils burning with the fires of battle, there was only cold calculation—

Wutian was at the Mid-stage Spirit Transformation; the gap in cultivation was difficult to bridge, so this strike might not necessarily wound him severely.

But as long as—as long as this unstoppable strike could force Wutian to confront it head-on, even if it created only a split-second opening to tear open a gap for Xu Ming's spatial cutting and Hun Yan's Soul-snatching needle—

That would be enough.

He, Ao Huang, would be the battering ram that smashed the city gates and tore through the defensive lines!

Almost at the same time Ao Huang's dragon body contracted, Xu Ming's four arms raised!

There was no earth-shaking momentum, no dazzling phenomenon of ten thousand beams of light, only a bone-chilling dead silence of absolute control over space.

The Void Beast Clan was naturally connected by Bloodline to the spatial Laws; their bodies were the most perfect Incarnations of space.

The vast spatial power of the Great Perfection of the Early Stage Soul Transformation Realm was currently surging out of his body at a speed that defied common sense, gathering on his four hands which were shifting rapidly and leaving behind afterimages.

"Void Great Cutting Technique—"

His voice changed—hollow, ethereal, and layered, as if it were not coming from a single point, but resonating simultaneously from all directions, from the spatial layers of every dimension!

It carried an echo!

It carried the unique vibrato of spatial distortion!

Buzz—!

Upon his four arms, those profound and obscure spatial runes suddenly "exploded" entirely!

It was not a physical explosion, but rather the runes themselves deconstructing and reorganizing, turning into countless transparent cracks as fine as cow hair yet sharp to the absolute extreme!

Like spirits endowed with life, under the control of Xu Ming's Divine Thought, these cracks spread out centering on Wutian like scattered celestial flowers, weaving into a three-dimensional inescapable net of heaven and earth that covered top, bottom, left, right, front, back, and every single corner!

Every tiny spatial crack was an invisible, intangible, yet absolutely lethal "spatial blade."

They floated quietly, trembling slightly, locking down all the "gates of life" in space.

The purpose of their existence was not to slay—but to imprison!

To completely pin Wutian's burly body, along with every possible trajectory of his movement and every inch of space, inside this shattered and fragmented void cage!

A cold light flashed in Xu Ming's pure black eyes.

He knew his role better than anyone else—

Not the main attacker, but the controller who wove the cage and set the stage!

Restrict!

Squeeze!

Force!

To turn Wutian into a sitting duck with nowhere to run, creating that unavoidable window of slaughter for Ao Huang's crushing blow and Hun Yan's lethal strike!

Hun Yan was the last to make his move, yet he was also the most silent, sinister, and deadly.

The ghostly blue mist permeating around his body did not disperse at this moment; instead, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, it frantically contracted, condensed, and compressed toward him!

This was no simple retrieval—it was forcibly squeezing, purifying, and refining the massive, almost sea-like Soul Power that could be mobilized at the Great Perfection of the Early Stage Soul Transformation Realm, finally condensing it into a single point before his outstretched, pale, and steady fingertip—

A ghostly blue point of light only the size of a fingernail.

No, it was not a point of light.

It was a needle.

A needle of Soul Power so solid it seemed physical, its entire body flowing with a deep, ghostly blue luster, and its interior seemingly sealing the wails of billions of Souls.

It floated quietly an inch away from Hun Yan's fingertip, slowly spinning on its own axis.

With every rotation, the surrounding light dimmed a fraction, and the temperature of the air dropped by a degree, as if even the very concept of "vitality" was being quietly sucked away by it.

Hun Yan slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, those eyes that were always swirling with calculation and coldness had changed.

All emotions within them—ambition, resentment, wariness, and even the desire for victory—had been completely stripped away.

Leaving behind only absolute void.

A purely ultimate abyss of dead silence, darker than the deepest night and colder than ten-thousand-year-old black ice.

The Soul Race's forbidden secret technique—"Netherworld Soul-Snatching Needle."

With an extremely slight, barely visible motion, he flicked his finger.

Chii.

There was no sound.

There was no light or shadow.

There was no energy fluctuation.

There were not even any spatial ripples.

This ghostly blue light needle, which condensed nearly seventy percent of his current Soul Power, vanished out of thin air just like that.

It was not teleportation, nor was it concealment, but rather entering an even more bizarre and indefensible state—

It dissolved into the void itself, turning into a strand of "malice" within the concept of "space," and a tiny "poisonous thorn" within the flow of "time."

It transcended the naked eye, evaded Divine Sense, and bypassed existences extremely sensitive to spatial fluctuations.

It became a void shadow lurking beneath the dimension of reality. Silent and soundless, ignoring Ao Huang's violence and Xu Ming's lockdown, it followed only the single point of killing intent Hun Yan had initially locked onto, quietly—

"flowing" toward the deepest depths of Wutian's Sea of Consciousness between his brows.

On Hun Yan's pale, almost transparent face, the curve at the corner of his mouth finally became a bit clearer.

Cold and precise, like the Grim Reaper's final measurement before raising his scythe.

With their division of labor clear, the death trap was set.

Ao Huang crushed from the front with a magnificent, overwhelming momentum—like a landslide, like a tsunami, forcing Wutian to face his edge!

Xu Ming locked down space with an invisible cage—like an inescapable net of heaven and earth, cutting off his retreat!

And he, Hun Yan, would use this Netherworld Soul-Snatching Needle that transcended all perception to execute the true fatal blow—one aimed directly at the Divine Soul's Origin!

Three completely different yet instantly and perfectly coordinated Soul Transformation-grade Divine Abilities—

A destructive physical impact!

A dead-angle-free spatial confinement!

A defense-defying Divine Soul assassination!

From three directions, carrying three kinds of lethal threats sufficient to instantly slay a Cultivator of the same rank, simultaneously, synchronously, and at the same frequency—

blasted toward that burly figure who still stood like a mountain, shielding the thin youth behind him.

Wutian.

The concerto of death, at this very moment, resoundingly played its final chapter!