Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

puff!

Lin Yang's arm, which had been severed at the root, regenerated instantly.

Even the internal organs, which had been shaken into a pulp, quickly returned to their original state, exactly as they were before.

This is the power of the Ghost God Body; its terrifying regenerative ability gives Lin Yang more room for error.

This scene was naturally witnessed by Dai Ziming.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Limb regeneration... this is simply not a human ability to recover.

Even the legendary Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul could never achieve this level of skill.

The only possibility is that this kid possesses a soul bone, and a very high-quality one at that.

Thinking of this, Dai Ziming's eyes instantly filled with greed.

No matter how many secrets this kid has, he will dig them all out, one by one.

Lin Yang naturally saw Dai Ziming's expression and could roughly guess what he was thinking.

But it doesn't matter anymore; the two are now mortal enemies, locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Regardless of the final outcome, it's always the winner takes all and the loser eats dust—that's always been the case.

Shaking his arms, Lin Yang drew his Nichirin Blade and stood up again.

Dai Ziming didn't say much. After the previous contest, the contempt in his eyes had long since disappeared.

He has already paid the price for his contempt, and he will certainly not repeat the same mistake.

Even if he were a Soul King, he could easily be caught off guard and suffer a setback if he wasn't careful when facing this strange kid, so he had no choice but to go all out.

If it were said that a Soul King had to go all out to deal with a Great Soul Master, people would laugh their heads off.

But the fact is happening right before our eyes right now.

The two soon began a new round of fighting, even more brutal than before.

Lin Yang wielded the Nichirin Blade and slashed repeatedly, flames bursting forth with the blade's light, creating towering waves of blazing light in the air.

Ding ding ding.....

Dai Ziming's tiger paw blade clashed with the Nichirin Blade, sparks flying.

Moreover, he is extremely fast and unpredictable, often launching surprise attacks from various tricky angles.

"hiss--!"

With a hissing sound, Lin Yang's steps suddenly changed.

With a swift movement, he split into three afterimages, slashing at Dai Ziming from three directions simultaneously.

Breath of the Sun, Fourth Form, Phantom Rainbow, Triple Shadow!

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!"

A white barrier instantly enveloped Dai Ziming's entire body.

"First Soul Skill, Sharp Metal!"

A sharp edge suddenly appeared on the Nichirin Blade, like a hot knife cutting through butter, slicing through the seemingly indestructible barrier.

Dai Ziming's expression changed; this knife was actually a martial spirit, not a weapon.

He stomped heavily on his foot and staggered backward.

Although his martial soul is the White Tiger, he is better at using speed and soul skills to restrain others than to engage in close combat.

Lin Yang took a step forward, and his slashing speed suddenly increased.

Countless sharp blade energies formed a dense, net-like pattern, reaching a dazzling level.

Sun Breathing, Fifth Form, Train, Chaos!

In the blink of an eye, the sharp metal energy tore through the air, instantly ripping Dai Ziming's robes to shreds, and leaving crisscrossing knife wounds on other parts of his body.

The next moment, a blazing ball of light suddenly condensed in front of Dai Ziming's chest. He raised his hand and pushed it out, emitting a powerful blazing white light wave.

The purpose of this attack was not to injure anyone, but to create distance between himself and Lin Yang.

"Flesh and blood thorns!"

The battlefield was covered in the blood spilled by Lin Yang.

With a thought, countless thorny thorns of flesh burst forth from the ground, layer upon layer, blocking his way.

boom!

The violent explosion instantly kicked up a cloud of dust.

Countless thorns were instantly torn apart by the white light.

But removing one will cause more blood-red thorns to regenerate.

At this moment, Lin Yang, who was hiding behind the thorns, suddenly sensed a deadly crisis.

Amidst the dust, a black spirit ring suddenly lit up, and Dai Ziming's spirit power suddenly decreased by more than half.

Instead, a gigantic phantom of a white tiger appeared, emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Dai Ziming's face was somewhat pale, and a ferocious smile was on his effeminate face.

"Go to hell!"

Fifth Soul Skill: White Tiger Sky-Piercing Thrust.

Lin Yang's aura has been completely locked.

A beam of golden light, condensed to its utmost, shot out from the white tiger's mouth, transforming into a straight golden ray that instantly pierced through his chest.

The scorching golden light seemed to want to burn him completely, inside and out.

A fierce glint flashed in Lin Yang's eyes as he hurled his Nichirin Blade, which flew straight toward Dai Ziming.

This seemingly ridiculous attack made Dai Ziming burst into laughter, a hearty laugh.

"Haha, is this the death throes of an ant?"

Amidst Dai Ziming's laughter, Lin Yang's body was rapidly burned to ashes, and a crystal-clear soul bone fell to the ground.

A sharp glint flashed in Dai Ziming's eyes, and his tense nerves instantly relaxed.

Since his soul bone has already exploded, it means that kid is definitely dead.

Just as he lifted his foot, preparing to receive his spoils, a restrained red light...

It flashed by like a blood-red lightning bolt, grazing straight across his neck.

Dai Ziming's body suddenly froze, his head and body separated instantly, and he fell to the ground with a "bang," kicking up clouds of dust.

In his last glimpse, he saw Lin Yang, whose body was reduced to only half its original size.

Blood-red vines supported his body, he held a Nichirin Blade in one hand, and his scarlet eyes coldly stared at him.

"How could this be...."

With a final sense of bewilderment, Dai Ziming's consciousness plunged into complete darkness.

With only half his body remaining, Lin Yang could no longer support himself and collapsed to the ground. Looking at Dai Ziming, who was now completely dead, a slight smile appeared on his face.

It was a hard-won victory, but he won in the end.

He knew from the beginning that the gap between him and the Soul King was too great, and that a direct confrontation would be almost impossible to win.

The reason he fought so fiercely was to spread his blood and flesh across the entire battlefield.

On the one hand, it is to create opportunities;

On the other hand, it also allows the illusions constructed by "eye concealment" to better conceal his flesh and blood.

When Dai Ziming unleashed his fifth soul skill, he knew that his opportunity had arrived.

The reason for throwing out the Nichirin Blade was to prevent Dai Ziming from discovering that he was still alive.

Even leaving behind the soul bones was a way to deceive others.

He sent the Nichirin Blade and the Blue Silver Emperor together to the piece of his own flesh that had been cut off.

The purpose is to deliver the most fatal blow the moment the opponent relaxes their guard.

Fortunately... he was the last one standing.

Of course, the price was also quite severe.

For this final strike, he used almost all of his soul power to restore his body, leaving it nearly depleted.

Fortunately, Blue Silver continuously supplied him with soul power, which allowed him to persevere.

At the same time, the guards not far away suddenly became agitated the moment Dai Ziming died.

With their master dead, these guards would definitely be implicated.

However, if the culprit can be killed, it might be possible to atone for the crime.

Lin Yang didn't bother to look at the guards whose eyes were becoming increasingly fierce; they were all going to die anyway.

"Blue Silver..." Lin Yang paused, then said softly.

"Ah Yin, I'm leaving you with this."

The Blue Silver Emperor suddenly sprouted from Lin Yang's chest, swaying its golden-patterned leaves as if extremely excited.

Blue Silver Realm, unfold!

Immediately, the ground shook violently.

Countless deep blue vines burst forth from the ground, like giant serpents awakening, enveloping all the guards within them.

Blue Silver Thrust Formation!

These vines suddenly hardened, each one sharp as a spear.

It suddenly erupted from below, tearing through the air and piercing the chests of each guard with precision and ruthlessness.

In an instant, cries of agony and wailing for one's parents rang out one after another.

But these vines paid no heed, like the scythe of death, ruthlessly and efficiently reaping lives.

A moment later, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

Those reckless and murderous impulses were all nailed to the ground in this forest.

At this moment, Ah Yin sent a thought to Lin Yang. Lin Yang looked at the cage that was still covered by a black cloth, where the only living person remained.

"Let's forget about them."

The domain slowly receded, the vines silently disappeared, leaving only a ground covered with lifeless remains.

The Blue Silver Emperor swayed its body and quietly shrank back into Lin Yang's body, as if nothing had happened.