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Chapter 384.

"Soul Skill: [Spirit Seal]!"

However, it was clear that Snake Lance Douluo had anticipated this move.

When Ghost Douluo had returned, he had already spoken to Bibi Dong about the power of the White Death. As Title Douluo, they were all aware of it, but knowing something and experiencing it firsthand were two entirely different things.

In that moment, Snake Lance Douluo's eyes narrowed, and he became alert, refusing to take any chances. The eighth soul ring on his body suddenly lit up.

"Soul Skill: Burning Golden Lance!"

With that, the golden snake lance grew larger before everyone's eyes—far more massive than the staff Wang Feng had given to Er Ming!

Almost immediately, countless fiery patterns surged along the length of the spear, as if the weapon itself was about to burst into flames.

Clang!

The snake lance was thrusted forward, instantly covering Snake Lance Douluo's figure as if creating an impenetrable, towering barrier.

The ice-colored black light shot forward with incredible speed, slamming directly into the snake lance. Within an instant, the flames on the spear were extinguished, and the entire weapon froze solid.

"Break!"

A confident smile spread across Snake Lance Douluo's face. His Burning Golden Lance soul skill was no ordinary soul ability. It was a versatile power that could shatter or control various forms of interference, from entanglement to freezing and paralysis. It also boosted the strength of the Lance, making it an excellent semi-defensive skill capable of countering even the strongest attacks.

However, as his command left his lips, the snake spear remained motionless.

Suddenly, Snake Lance Douluo's face fell.

The expressions of the other Titled Douluo also shifted, sensing something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Another Douluo asked, frowning. As Snake Lance Douluo's close friend, he was well aware of his skills. At that moment, Ghost Douluo spoke in a low voice:

"I warned you. The opponent's freezing ability isn't just about freezing the body."

"It's not a simple control skill!" Ghost Douluo continued. "His ice can freeze the consciousness itself. If his weapon soul is frozen, there's a high chance it will weaken the soul master's control over his martial soul!"

At those words, the faces of the other Title Douluo changed once more. They quickly realized the truth of it.

Snake Lance Douluo felt a strange sensation. The bond between himself and his snake lance had weakened significantly. The flow of soul power within the weapon had become sluggish and faint. Though it hadn't entirely disappeared, it was enough to impair his control. The connection between him and his martial soul had been disrupted.

The [Spirit Seal] ability, a product of Wang Feng's fusion with the Qiankun Cauldron, was still powered by the formidable energy of a hundred-thousand-year-old soul bone. It wasn't just a typical soul ability.

Snake Lance Douluo's Burning Golden Lance could break most control skills, but it couldn't undo the effects of the [Spirit Seal], which had weakened the connection to his martial soul.

During this time, Wang Feng stood still, doing nothing, his expression unreadable.

Snake Lance Douluo's expression darkened. The ice around his spear slowly began to dissipate, and within moments, the weapon was free, fully restored. However, by then, the effects of the [Spirit Seal] had already taken their toll.

The freezing effect lasted only ten seconds, but in that time, it was enough to disrupt Snake Lance Douluo's focus and power.

With a heavy sigh, Snake Lance Douluo withdrew his martial soul.

"I lost." He said solemnly, accepting his defeat.

In those ten seconds, even though he lacked his martial soul, and despite his own immense physical strength, the opponent's flying sword remained unfrozen. It was not difficult for Wang Feng to defeat a Title Douluo who couldn't use their Martial Soul.

The freezing soul skills of the White Death were simply too effective against those with weapon spirits. Once hit, it was incredibly difficult for the affected individual to mount an effective offense in such a short time. After all, for most soul masters—even Title Douluo—the Martial Soul was their strongest offensive tool.

"Who else?" Wang Feng glanced at the remaining Title Douluo. These two were the weakest among them, but after seeing the defeat of two of their own, the rest were now more cautious—yet the desire to fight was growing stronger.

"I'll fight next," Chrysanthemum Douluo said slowly as he stepped forward.

His martial soul was the peculiar Velvet Chrysanthemum, a highly powerful control-type martial soul. Moreover, he was a level ninety-five Super Douluo, a true powerhouse.

Half a year ago, Chrysanthemum Douluo had wanted to face the White Death but was too shocked by the previous defeat of Ghost Douluo and the flickering attack from the opponent. At that time, he had refrained from attacking. But now, he could no longer hold himself back.

"Xiao Ju, be careful," Ghost Douluo called out with a strange laugh. "Although you are also a control-type, even if you can block the opponent's soul ability and resist his flying sword, remember, he hasn't even used his martial soul yet."

Chrysanthemum Douluo snorted coldly and walked confidently to the center of the square.

"Elder Chrysanthemum is a Super Douluo," Hu Liena whispered, observing.

As a control-type, Elder Chrysanthemum was incredibly powerful—at least stronger than those of the same rank.

Bibi Dong watched silently, seemingly calculating the strength of the White Death.

"It's you?" Wang Feng's calm voice cut through the tension. "Do you remember what I said half a year ago? Make sure to wash your knees and forehead clean, so as you can kneel today."

At these words, Elder Chrysanthemum snorted coldly. Naturally, he remembered the challenge from six months ago.

"Wait until you beat me," Elder Ju replied lightly.

With that, his Velvet Chrysanthemum appeared in his hand, transforming into a white-gold flower. A faint fragrance filled the air and spread across the entire square.

Without hesitation, the nine soul rings on Elder Chrysanthemum's body lit up, one after another.

It was clear that he was preparing to release his soul abilities from the start.

Wang Feng didn't wait either; the Armored Black Flying Sword beside him immediately shot toward Elder Chrysanthemum.

"Soul Skill: Qingju Wind!"

The name of the skill was elegant and seemed to fit Chrysanthemum Douluo's 'refined' style.

Suddenly, numerous chrysanthemum petals rose from his martial soul, quickly multiplying until they formed a rain of petals, drifting down like a gentle shower.

In the midst of the falling petals, the speed of Wang Feng's flying sword seemed to slow. Not only did its speed decrease, but its accuracy was also noticeably reduced.

"Hmm?" Wang Feng was slightly surprised. "Is this a mental power control skill?"

The flying petals, carrying a fragrant scent, were designed to affect the mental power of the soul master.

It appeared that Elder Chrysanthemum had already realized how Wang Feng used his weapons by controlling it with powerful mental energy—and now, he had countered by targeting the very source of that power.

Though the effect on Wang Feng was minimal, it was still enough to weaken –the flying sword's strength. In a battle of this level, even a slight reduction in power could make a difference in the outcome.

As expected, after noticing the sword's diminished power, the Velvet Chrysanthemum in Elder Chrysanthemum's hand flared again. A pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul ring glowed brightly.

"Soul Skill: Flower Raging Wave!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice dropped as he activated his soul skill. The central stamen of the chrysanthemum flower quickly condensed into a fiery light that split into several beams, each one targeting Wang Feng and his flying sword.

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