262: Double win

Gui Tong's figure completely blended into that thick green ghostly mist, appearing and disappearing unpredictably; every attack was silent yet malicious and deadly.

He no longer approached easily, instead constantly driving the Soul-Devouring Lamp to release even more powerful vengeful Souls, even condensing several phantoms of Vengeful Spirit Generals emitting Law Realm fluctuations to besiege Di Wushang from all directions.

At the same time, invisible Cursed Soul Silks, like maggots on a bone, constantly tried to entwine Di Wushang's Divine Soul.

Di Wushang's asura god-slaying spear danced like a Dragon, as the exquisite Moves of the Asura God-Slaying Spear Art were displayed one by one.

The Asura Demonic Eyes flickered with an eerie light, constantly capturing Gui Tong's elusive true trajectory within the ghostly mist.

However, Gui Tong's movement technique was bizarre, and with the cover of the ghostly mist plus the interference of the Soul-Devouring Lamp on the Divine Soul, it was difficult for Di Wushang to lock onto an opportunity for a fatal blow for a moment.

Especially those Vengeful Spirit Generals, who were fearless of death and had astonishing attack power, greatly distracting his energy.

"Struggle... the tougher your Soul is, the more delicious the main flame of the Soul lamp will be after refinement..."

Gui Tong's cold voice came from all directions, carrying a playfulness like a cat catching a mouse.

Di Wushang's eyes were icy, but his heart was exceptionally calm.

He knew well that competing in consumption and bizarreness was not the strength of the Asura Dao.

The Asura Dao lay in stopping killing with killing, moving forward with indomitable will!

He had to create an opportunity for a one-hit kill!

Just then, the asura god-slaying spear in his hand, its cold and dark spear body, trembled imperceptibly.

At the spear tip, an extremely faint thought containing supreme majesty and ancient vicissitudes, like a sleeping Dragon waking with a breath, quietly entered Di Wushang's Sea of Consciousness.

"Seven emotions and six desires, the flaws of the Soul... the core of the lamp flame, the convergence point of resentment..." A cold and majestic female voice, with a hint of fatigue, sounded in the lake of his heart; it was precisely a wisp of the Divine Sense of the Seventh Princess Luo Houli sleeping within the asura god-slaying spear!

The eerie light in Di Wushang's demonic eyes suddenly surged!

The vision of the Asura Demonic Eyes instantly became clearer!

He saw through the layers of ghostly mist, firmly locking onto the core of the flickering green flame of the Soul-Devouring Lamp deep within the mist!

There, it was the hub where countless resentments, curses, and Gui Tong's own Soul Power intertwined!

It was also... the greatest flaw!

"Found you," Di Wushang's cold whisper was like a declaration from the God of Death.

He no longer paid attention to the pouncing Vengeful Spirit Generals, even allowing several Cursed Soul Silks to entwine his body, bringing bursts of Divine Soul pain.

He poured all his essence, energy, and spirit, all his Asura Power, unreservedly into the asura god-slaying spear!

The spear body erupted with an unprecedented dark light, and black radiance condensed at the spear tip!

"Asura · God Slaying!"

Di Wushang's figure suddenly disappeared!

The next moment, a pitch-black spear light, ignoring the obstruction of the ghostly mist, like a judgment spear from the Nine Netherworlds, appeared with incomparable precision before the core of that flickering green flame of the Soul-Devouring Lamp!

Gui Tong's scream was filled with unprecedented terror!

He frantically drove the Soul-Devouring Lamp, and countless vengeful Souls and thick ghostly mist instantly condensed in front of the lamp flame in an attempt to block it!

At the same time, his figure retreated rapidly!

However, it was too late!

That pitch-black spear light, containing the destructive power of the Imperial Weapon fragment of the asura god-slaying spear and the ultimate strike of all of Di Wushang's killing intent, how could it be blocked in haste?

Chii—!

The condensed ghostly mist and vengeful Souls were easily pierced through like paper!

The pitch-black spear light pierced into the core of the flickering green lamp flame without any hindrance!

"No—!!!" Gui Tong let out a shrill and desperate scream!

The Soul-Devouring Lamp in his hand trembled violently, and the lamp flame distorted crazily like a water surface with a stone thrown into it!

The countless pained faces on it instantly became incredibly hideous, letting out silent shrieks! The lamp body was instantly covered with fine cracks!

Boom!!!

The Soul-Devouring Lamp exploded violently!

A terrifying green energy storm mixed with countless vengeful Soul fragments erupted instantly!

Gui Tong, being the closest, bore the brunt; his dark purple cloak was instantly shredded, revealing the pale, thin body covered in black runes beneath!

He was blown away like a tattered sack, spraying blood wildly, the eerie Qi surrounding his body instantly dissipated by more than half, and his Aura withered to the extreme!

With the Soul-Devouring Lamp destroyed, as the wielder of the natal Demonic Weapon, he suffered a fatal backlash!

Meanwhile, the battle on the other side had also reached its final moment!

Di Lingxiao was bathed in golden blood Qi flames, his Aura like a rainbow!

He seized the moment when Mad Tiger was shaken back and a gap appeared in his mind, pushing the Undying Battle Body to its limit, and the dragon fall spear erupted with a sharp radiance that pierced the sky!

"Army Breaker · Falling Star!"

He transformed into a burning falling star descending from the sky, carrying the will to crush everything, and crashed violently towards the churning Aura of Mad Tiger!

The speed was so fast and the power so fierce that it seemed even space would be ignited!

A hint of horror finally appeared in Mad Tiger's eyes, and in haste, he crossed his twin blades to block in front of his chest!

Boom—!!!

The golden falling star crashed heavily against the twin blades!

An indescribable and terrifying force erupted!

The ground beneath Mad Tiger's feet shattered and collapsed inch by inch like tofu!

The muscles in his arms let out a groan of being overwhelmed, and his bones made a tooth-aching cracking sound!

Poof!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was sent flying like a cannonball, heavily embedded into the distant stone wall!

Rubble flew and dust filled the air!

Those two serrated scimitars flew out of his hands, spinning and stabbing into the ground not far away, buzzing.

The dust slowly dissipated.

Di Lingxiao stood with his spear, his golden blood Qi slowly receding; although his face was pale and his Aura fluctuated, his back was straight as a ramrod, like a War King who would never fall.

In front of him was a huge deep pit.

Di Wushang withdrew his long spear, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, the dark Evil Qi subsiding, his Asura Demonic Eyes coldly scanning the dying, mutilated Gui Tong in the distance.

On the battlefield, only his proud and cold figure remained.

The entire Blood Prison Arena fell into a deathly silence.

One could hear a pin drop.

A moment later, it was like a volcano that had been suppressed for tens of millions of years erupted!

"Hundred Victories! hundred victories king!"

"War King! Asura! hundred victories king!"

The sound waves were like a tsunami, sweeping away everything!

Fanaticism, awe, disbelief... various emotions intertwined, almost overturning the entire Rakshasa City!

On the giant light screen, below the names of Di Lingxiao and Di Wushang, the number symbolizing supreme glory finally jumped—

One hundred!

The Hundred-Victory Throne was finally achieved!

Top-floor secret palace.

Li Xiong stared fixedly at the two figures below bathed in the cheers of the crowd, staring at the incredibly dazzling hundred-win streak on the light screen.

The muscles on his face twitched violently, his eyes as gloomy as the most venomous snake, and his fingers dug deep into the hard obsidian window sill, leaving five clear finger marks.

Anger, shame, killing intent... churned in his chest.

"War King... Asura..." He almost squeezed these two names out from between his teeth, "Very good..."