Douluo: I Can Choose My Own Soul Skills

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Short-statured Wang Gao charged forward with his Wild Bull Assault, the sturdy bronze bull barreling toward the Blue Silver Priest at lightning speed.

The glow at the tip of his horns formed a white streak of light, like a gleaming white spear, thrusting fiercely toward the Blue Silver Priest.

Boom!

What Wang Gao had envisioned did not come true. The Blue Silver Priest stood firm, completely unscathed.

His vision went black in an instant, and his body was flung backward from the impact.

Blood began to pour from all seven of Wang Gao's orifices. Clearly, the Blue Silver Priest was not the fragile target he had imagined. The fragile one... was himself.

The Blue Silver Priest trembled slightly, as though brushing off an annoying breeze, seemingly unaffected by Wang Gao's powerful charge.

The spot where his head had struck was only slightly indented, while the area hit by the bull horns showed two puncture marks.

It was obvious Wang Gao's horns had failed to pierce through the Priest. The two circular dents appeared minuscule on the enormous body of the Blue Silver Priest.

From his blood-blurred vision, Wang Gao stared at the lightly wounded vine in disbelief. His mouth fell wide open, eyes filled with shock.

"Impossible! This has to be an illusion!" Wang Gao slapped himself, trying to snap out of it.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

The place where his head had caused a dent had already returned to its original shape, as if it had never been damaged at all.

The two puncture marks had stopped bleeding green sap and were now shallow pits the size of gold soul coins, almost completely healed.

"..."

Wang Gao fell into stunned silence.

Lifting his head, he gazed up at the 18-meter-tall Blue Silver Priest. It looked more like a divine tree reaching toward the heavens.

The Blue Silver Priest arched itself like a bridge, poised like a whip about to strike.

No—this wasn't just a whip. It was a tree whip!

Faced with the massive incoming blow, Wang Gao felt a chill run across his scalp. Despite already being severely injured, the fearsome attack compelled him to roll aside, trying to dodge the strike.

Ye Lan, in a one-versus-three battle, had full control over the battlefield thanks to his Eight-Directional Exquisite Heart. He kept a close watch on everything happening.

Noticing Wang Gao's intent to evade, Ye Lan subconsciously influenced the Blue Silver Priest.

Under Ye Lan's command, the Priest adjusted its trajectory mid-swing.

Wang Gao, now off balance and lacking any support, could only watch helplessly as he was slammed into the ground by the full force of the Blue Silver Priest.

All that remained at the impact site was a deep, human-shaped crater.

"Alright, that's enough playing around. We're almost at the thirty-second mark—let's wrap this up," Ye Lan said to the other Blue Silver Priest, who seemed to be enjoying itself.

Smack!

A second human-shaped crater formed.

Ye Lan turned his attention to the Blue Silver Grass mummy. Zhao Li had become a literal mummy, completely immobilized.

The duel had ended—duration: twenty-nine seconds.

"Gramps, how was that? These beasts in human clothing really needed a lesson!" Ye Lan laughed heartily.

"Not bad. Much easier than dealing with ancient beasts," the old man said, clearly pleased but not surprised by the outcome.

That trio had the nerve to duel Ye Lan? It was like lambs entering a tiger's den—pure suicide.

Xiaodie clutched her hands to her chest, her fingers interlaced, eyes sparkling with admiration.

She was speechless with excitement, as though meeting her idol in real life.

The surrounding onlookers burst into exclamations of awe, remorse, and prayer.

"Soul Master, are you a genius from the Spirit Hall?"

"Serves them right! They deserved to be crushed under the feet of a soul master!"

"Those scoundrels always bully us ordinary folks. You did great!"

"Xiaodie... Xiaodie. Auntie is so ashamed! I shouldn't have judged them by their clothing! I really was blind!" the middle-aged widow slapped herself in guilt, terrified of being blamed by the golden-haired youth.

Others who had earlier spoken in favor of Wang Gao's group slipped away from the scene in shame.

An elderly woman asked, "Young man, what will you do with those three? Sure, they're down now—but what about Xiaodie later? Are we supposed to move away?"

The old man's joyful face turned hesitant. Not wanting to trouble Ye Lan further, he said, "Little Lan, after this, Xiaodie and I will leave Seaside City. We'll stay away from this mess. With my sailing skills, we can earn a living anywhere."

Ye Lan thought for a moment as he looked at the trio on the ground.

"Sir, there's no need to worry."

"Gramps, don't leave Seaside City. This is your hometown!"

Then, Ye Lan used his Blue Silver Grass to lift the unconscious Wang Gao and Li Zhuang from their craters, suspending them in front of him.

Ye Lan reached toward Wang Gao's abdomen. A golden light emerged from his palm.

Soon, thick tufts of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from Wang Gao's back.

This time, the Blue Silver Grass was not the usual twenty-plus centimeters thick. Instead, they were fine strands, only a few millimeters in width—but they numbered in the hundreds.

Bright red blood oozed from the slender vines—blood drawn from within Wang Gao's body as they pierced through his flesh.

"Alright, Gramps, I've destroyed his dantian. He's now just an ordinary man."

Ye Lan withdrew his hand. The slender Blue Silver Grass strands receded into his palm.

Only a few remained, glowing with golden light as they closed up Wang Gao's wounds, preventing his pathetic life from slipping away.

These Blue Silver vines were different from those Ye Lan used in combat.

The battle-grade Blue Silver Grass had a limit to how many Ye Lan could summon.

But these fine strands were different—Ye Lan could create as many as he wanted, limited only by how much soul power he spent.

After dealing with Wang Gao, Ye Lan used the same method to cripple Li Zhuang's dantian.

Next, he brought the Blue Silver mummy, Fatty Zhao Li, to his front using his vines.

As the mummy gradually unraveled, Zhao Li's body was slowly revealed.

His eyes were only half-open, still adjusting to the light.

His hands and feet were tightly bound by Blue Silver Grass, allowing him to move only his head.

As Zhao Li tilted his head, he caught a glimpse of his two companions lying on the ground, their abdomens soaked in blood—status unknown.

"Sir! Please, have mercy! I'll leave Seaside City and never return! I swear I'll vanish!" Zhao Li sobbed uncontrollably, begging for his life.

But Ye Lan had no intention of letting this foul-mouthed fat man off so easily.

In an instant, Blue Silver Grass flooded Zhao Li's mouth, sealing it shut completely.

Ye Lan then reached his hand toward Zhao Li's abdomen. Zhao Li watched in terror as Ye Lan's pale, slender right hand drew closer.

He struggled frantically, trying to resist.

To him, that delicate white hand looked like the hand of a devil.

"Hrk! Nngh! Nnngh!"

Zhao Li's mouth was sealed, but as the fine vines pierced his abdomen again and again, his soul power rapidly drained.

He could only let out muffled screams of pain as cold sweat poured from his body.

"That hurts already? Do you know what soul-level pain feels like?"

"Xiaodie, look away—this part isn't suitable for children," Ye Lan said gently.

Zhao Li's body contorted in agony until the intense pain in his abdomen finally subsided. A warm sensation spread through his belly—it even felt oddly pleasant.

Zhao Li thought it was over now that his soul power was gone, and he finally relaxed, gasping through his nose.

But just as he let his guard down, excruciating pain surged through his throat and tongue, drowning out every other thought.

Blood began to leak from his nose and the corners of his mouth.

For someone as foul-mouthed as Zhao Li, Ye Lan decided not to give him another chance to speak.

He would spend the rest of his life in silence—a mute.

(End of Chapter)