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Chapter 450.

The Death's Coexistence.

An exceptionally powerful and unique soul ability.

It established a life-link between the user and their chosen target.

From that moment on, any attack the user received would be transferred entirely to the linked target instead.

A twisted bond of cause and effect, making it almost impossible to counter.

"What kind of ridiculous soul ability is this?!"

Dai Mubai's eyes widened in shock.

No wonder the black-robed elder hadn't outright attacked them earlier.

He had been waiting—holding back—just to use this soul ability as a weapon to threaten Wang Feng!

Now, Wang Feng couldn't even fight back.

If he attacked the Phantom Death Douluo, the damage would fall upon Dai Mubai and the others instead!

For the first time, Wang Feng's expression flickered.

This Phantom Death Douluo was only Rank 96, yet his power was comparable to a Rank 97 Titled Douluo!

And his soul abilities made him almost invincible.

Far stronger than any ghost or shadow type Martial Soul Wang Feng had encountered before.

Even the well-known Ghost Douluo of the Soul Hall paled in comparison to this man—he was merely a shadow before this true master of death and darkness.

Suddenly—

"Soul Ability: Death Seeks the Soul!!"

The massive Phantom Death martial soul raised its enormous black scythe—

And swung it straight toward Wang Feng!

A chilling aura of death engulfed the battlefield.

Wang Feng's brows furrowed.

'This attack… it's locked onto me?'

His black wings flickered—

Boom!

In an instant, he vanished—his unmatched speed allowing him to dodge in the blink of an eye.

But then—

A sudden flash of light!

The enormous black scythe pierced right through the space itself—

And reappeared exactly where Wang Feng had moved!

"What?!"

For the first time in a long while, Wang Feng was shocked.

A guaranteed hit?

The black-robed elder laughed coldly.

"You cannot escape."

His voice carried undeniable confidence.

"This ability is a true killing move—it can pierce through space itself and lock onto the soul of any soul master. As long as the target's soul is weaker than mine, they are fated to die!"

"I can only use this ability once a month—but that is enough."

The battlefield fell into absolute silence.

Everyone's breath hitched.

An instant soul-killing move…?!

With Phantom Death Douluo's immense power, even a Rank 98 Titled Douluo could potentially be slain!

It didn't matter if the opponent was stronger in soul power—

As long as their soul itself was weaker, they would die instantly.

"Bibi Dong really sent a terrifying executioner…"

Wang Feng's thoughts remained calm, but his mind sharpened.

He had expected Bibi Dong to send someone after him—

But not someone this powerful.

This Phantom Death Douluo only appeared to be at Rank 96—

But his abilities made him far more dangerous.

And this—

This was clearly his strongest move.

A one-hit instant kill ability—a finishing move that could only be used once a month.

Unfortunately for him…

It wouldn't work on Wang Feng.

'If I hadn't cultivated the Word Secret Technique… if I hadn't tempered my body and soul with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire… this move really would have killed me.'

But he had.

His soul had long since transcended normal limits.

Through the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, he had purified and tempered his very essence—making his soul far more powerful and pure than a normal Titled Douluo's.

If that was all, this attack might not have killed him—but it still would have done serious damage.

But then there was the Word Secret Technique.

His mental power had advanced to the point where it had condensed into a physical form—

Becoming a near-indestructible water droplet of spiritual energy.

His soul was already beyond normal human limits.

It was impossible for this Phantom Death Douluo's soul attack to surpass it.

The proof was clear.

The massive black scythe passed straight through Wang Feng's body—

As if he weren't even there.

No wound. No damage. Not even a scratch.

But then—

Wang Feng's expression suddenly froze.

His body remained still. Something… was wrong.

"Haha! Your soul has already been hooked away. Wait! How are you still fine?!"

Phantom Death Douluo's triumphant laughter suddenly turned into a horrified exclamation.

He stared at Wang Feng, who had momentarily frozen—only to see him move again, completely unaffected, launching another attack toward him.

"Impossible! How is this possible?! How can your soul be this strong!"

A deep sense of dread settled in Phantom Death Douluo's heart.

"But you can't still dare to attack me… are you not afraid of your friends dying?"

Despite his rising panic, he remained motionless, confident that Wang Feng would be forced to stop.

But something was wrong.

Even if Wang Feng's soul was stronger than his, it shouldn't have been completely unaffected.

No one should have been able to escape his soul-killing ability so easily!–

Unless… unless Wang Feng's soul was vastly superior to his own!

A chill spread through Phantom Death Douluo's body.

'This man is too strong! I can't afford to be entangled with him any longer. If this drags on… I'll be the one in danger!'

Phantom Death Douluo quickly reevaluated the battle.

His power was immense—but it had limits.

His martial soul granted him overwhelming soul power and mental energy, far exceeding others of his level.

However, his soul abilities were short-lived and highly specialized.

Once his Martial Soul True Body wore off, his defenses would collapse, leaving him completely vulnerable.

'I can't defeat him. The best choice is to retreat now while I still can!'

As Phantom Death Douluo began considering his escape, something unexpected happened.

Wang Feng, mid-strike, suddenly dispelled his [God Killing Spear] and the [Soul-Devouring Blood Wings].

In their place—

A long, dark sword began forming in his hand, made entirely of concentrated black energy.

At the same time, a brilliant crimson lotus bloomed in his other palm.

Red Lotus of Karmic Fire.

Fiery red threads of karmic flames wrapped around the black sword, fusing into it.

In an instant, the weapon transformed—

A sword forged from pure karmic flame of retribution.

"Cut!"

Wang Feng's voice was calm, yet absolute.

He swung the sword down—

Directly toward the dark tendrils of energy linking Ghost Douluo to Dai Mubai and the others.

Slash!

The moment the flaming blade made contact—

Boom!

The black energy threads disintegrated instantly.

Phantom Death Douluo's eyes almost popped out in pure shock and terror.

"What?!"

He staggered back, his entire ghostly form trembling.

This is impossible!

His Eighth Soul Ability—Death's Coexistence—was one of the strongest life-linking abilities!

No one had ever been able to break it before!

And yet, this brat had severed it effortlessly.

The sheer causal nature of the technique should have made it unbreakable—binding two fates together in a way that not even the Clear Sky Hammer could undo.

And yet—

This fire imbued sword … it burned through the link as if it were nothing!

Phantom Death Douluo's voice trembled.

"How… How did you break it?!"

The truth was simple.

Phantom Death's Death Coexistence was a causality-based ability, forming an unbreakable life-link between two people.

However, the Red Lotus's Karmic Fire was a force that burned all karmic bonds.

By Wang Feng's reasoning, it should have naturally countered this ability.

And he had been right.

Phantom Death Douluo had relied on his damage transfer technique to make himself invincible—

But against the power of karmic purification, he was completely helpless.

A realization hit him like a death sentence—

He was not immune to the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

And now—Wang Feng was stronger than he had ever been before.

Even without the [Soul-Devouring Blood Wings], Wang Feng was still more than capable of taking him down.

For the first time, Phantom Death Douluo felt true fear.

Even without using his full power, Wang Feng was still far stronger than Phantom Death Douluo.

Now, with his Armored Black Thorns transformed into a Red Lotus Karmic Fire Sword, he held an unstoppable weapon in his grasp.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

With just a few slashes—

His flaming sword cut straight through Phantom Death Douluo's massive ghostly form!

In an instant—

Boom!

Phantom Death Douluo's entire body ignited in flames!

The Red Lotus Karmic Fire spread rapidly, engulfing him almost instantly.

The flames had an eerie quality—once ignited, they could not be extinguished, unless he wills it to.

The Soul Hall had never fully understood the power of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, otherwise Bibi Dong would have never send the Phantom Death Douluo.

Even when Wang Feng had fought in the Supreme Pontiff Palace, he had never openly revealed its true strength.

The only previous time he had used it was during an ambush on his way to Soul City—

Back then, he had coated the Armored Black Thorns with trace amounts of Karmic Fire –and struck two Soul Douluos, causing them to be completely consumed by flames.

That incident had been brief.

It was likely that the Soul Hall had never realized what had happened.

Now, however—

Phantom Death Douluo was burning alive.

The flames spread mercilessly, devouring his Phantom Death True Body from the inside out.

"What… What are you?!"

Phantom Death Douluo's roar was filled with pure terror.

But as the fire consumed him, his voice grew weaker…

And weaker—

Until finally, it disappeared completely.

His massive ghostly form collapsed—

Revealing his true body—

The black-robed old man, now severely weakened. 

Then—

Swoosh!

A sudden flash of black light emerged from his body—

And shot into the distance at lightning speed!

"Huh?"

Wang Feng's eyes narrowed.

"This Phantom Death Douluo… he had another trick?"

He could immediately tell—

This wasn't just an ordinary escape technique.

"A clone? Or maybe a soul fragment?"

There was something off about Ghost Douluo's existence.

His soul wasn't purely human.

And now—

Even though he was fleeing, Wang Feng knew—

"It doesn't matter. He's already been badly damaged. Even if he escapes, he won't be able to recover anytime soon."

Phantom Death Douluo had been defeated.

And Wang Feng—

Had proven once again why no one could stand in his way.

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