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107: Chapter 107 1v3? In my eyes, you are nothing but worthless scoundrels.

White Luan subconsciously clenched her hands, raised her head, and stared fixedly at the rolling thunderclouds filling the sky. "Who exactly is this guy?! Even within the Dao sects, those capable of manipulating thunder techniques are pitifully rare. Moreover, it is absolutely impossible for them to have such momentum!!"

At this moment, Xia Jin pointed his finger into the Void Realm towards the roaring black tornado!

"Fall!"

A pillar of lightning as thick as a water vat fiercely struck the top of the black tornado!

The moment the black tornado was struck by the lightning pillar, it suddenly began to vibrate violently. Its rapid rotation even slowed down, and a large hole was blasted open on its surface, with electric snakes of various sizes slithering along the tornado!

"Damn you!" A pained roar of shock and fury came from Hei Tu within the tornado.

The damage caused by the supreme Yang thunder to his demonic body was far heavier than that of blades or swords!

"What, do you feel that one strike is not enough?" A trace of a mocking smile appeared on Xia Jin's face. "Then let's have another!"

The second one!

The third one!

One after another, even thicker and more violent purple divine lightning bolts struck down continuously from the thunderclouds, smashing onto the black tornado formed by Hei Tu! With every thunderbolt that fell, the volume of the black tornado shrank by a fraction!

Xia Jin had no intention of stopping. Thinking of the opponent's status as one of the "Ten Fierce Generals" and his System quest, a flash of ferocity crossed his eyes.

"Just in case... let me round it up for you!"

"This should be the ninth one!!"

The final thunderbolt had turned from purple to white, as if it had drained the power of the entire thundercloud, and smashed down fiercely!

The blinding white lightning swallowed everything, turning the entire capital of the Yuehua Dynasty into a sea of glaring white light!

After a long time, the lightning light slowly dissipated.

In its place, where was there any black tornado? There was only a charred, smoking figure in an extremely wretched state, hovering unsteadily in mid-air.

It was none other than Hei Tu.

At this moment, his clothes were completely shredded. His originally sturdy demonic body was covered in charred scars and lacerations, with skin split open in many places. Most noticeably, his messy hair had long since vanished into ashes in the lightning, leaving him with a bald head.

"Cough... cough cough..." Hei Tu coughed out several mouthfuls of black smoke laced with electric light, his aura having withered by more than half. He raised his hand, touched his smooth scalp, and then looked at the horrific injuries on his body. An unprecedented sense of humiliation and rage welled up in his heart.

"Bas... bastard!! You brat... no matter what, I will slaughter you today!"

The instant Hei Tu's voice fell, two other killing intents locked onto Xia Jin from different directions.

Elder Mo Ya and White Luan flickered, forming a triangular formation with Hei Tu to surround Xia Jin, sealing off all his retreat paths.

"What? Can't win one-on-one, so you want to come at me together?" Xia Jin swept his eyes over the three of them, his face showing not a shred of fear, but instead, a mocking expression. "However, even if you come at me together, so what?"

Elder Mo Ya's wrinkled face twitched, and his eyes became incomparably cold and gloomy.

Shame? In the hearts of vicious criminals like them who killed without blinking, that was the most useless emotion.

As long as the opponent could be completely erased, the process and whether the means were honorable were completely irrelevant.

"Stop wasting words with him!" White Luan scolded sharply, a cold glint surging in her eyes. "Attack together, let's end this quickly!"

"Hehehehe, brat, I hope you can still be this stubborn in a moment!"

Elder Mo Ya's shriveled chest suddenly swelled up, and a shrill, piercing crow cry that penetrated directly into the Divine Soul erupted from him!

Suddenly, a crow phantom two feet in size appeared above his head. Following that cry, invisible ripples spread crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Within the capital of the Yuehua Dynasty, the dignitaries and commoners who were originally anxious to flee in all directions, under this crow cry, instantly fainted and collapsed to the ground in droves. The entire noisy capital city fell into dead silence in an instant.

Even Xia Jin, the moment the ripples touched his body, seemed to have the light in his eyes dim for an instant, his figure stiffening.

Now is the time!

White Luan, who had not made a move until now, acted. A dagger slid from her sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to pierce into Xia Jin's heart! If this strike landed, she believed Xia Jin would definitely perish on the spot!

Almost simultaneously, the heavily injured Hei Tu roared, his fingers forming a blade, and slashed fiercely and incomparably at Xia Jin's neck! He was determined to sever his head to wash away the humiliation of his serious injuries!

The two joined forces, one stabbing at the heart, the other slashing at the neck, the timing captured perfectly. Not to mention that Xia Jin appeared to have lost his senses, even if he were fully focused, in such a lethal situation, it seemed he would be hard-pressed to escape death!

In Elder Mo Ya's eyes, the scene of Xia Jin being decapitated had already begun to emerge. This person's blood energy was so vigorous; if they could devour him, the strength of the three of them would definitely be able to recover by at least one-tenth!

However, things are often prone to accidents. Just as the tip of White Luan's dagger was about to touch the robe on Xia Jin's chest, and Hei Tu's finger blade was a mere three inches from the side of Xia Jin's neck—in that split second of extreme danger!

Xia Jin's eyelids twitched, and his two hands were raised steadily.

His left hand grasped the blade of White Luan's dagger, making it unable to advance even half an inch further! His right arm was raised horizontally, blocking the finger blade slashed by Hei Tu!

Xia Jin slowly raised his head. Those eyes that should have lost their luster were now as clear as before; where was there any trace of confusion?

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his gaze landed on Elder Mo Ya, who was filled with disbelief.

"An attack that suppresses the Divine Soul? ... It is indeed a bit interesting. If you hadn't encountered this Prince, and it were someone else, I fear you would have already succeeded!"

"However, it's a pity! Your luck is a bit poor."

"What?!" Elder Mo Ya's body shook violently.

This move of his specialized in attacking the Divine Soul; even experts of the same rank would suffer a great loss if caught off guard. How could this guy, having taken the hit head-on, be completely unaffected?!

"What? Still can't figure it out?" Xia Jin chuckled and shook his head. "Then let me let you... see clearly before you die!"

As soon as his voice fell, the Void Realm above his head began to twist!

A three-foot-tall Divine Soul, identical in appearance to him, suddenly walked out from his Sea of Consciousness!

In the small hands of this Divine Soul, it tightly gripped a blood-colored long blade, and the moment it appeared, it emitted a low tiger roar!

Above the Divine Soul's head, there was also a small nine-story pagoda floating, slowly rotating, firmly protecting the three-foot Divine Soul within!

"This is... a three-foot Divine Soul?! And two Soul Weapons!" White Luan exclaimed in a rare loss of composure, a chill appearing on her body for the first time.

A three-foot Divine Soul! And extremely rare Soul Weapons! These two things had actually appeared on the same person at the same time. Who exactly is this person?

"Don't be afraid!! Now," Xia Jin's Divine Soul and his true self spoke at the same time. The Tiger Soul Blade in the Divine Soul's hand slowly raised, pointing directly at the three of them. "It is time for this Prince to make a move!"

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