newbobooks Chapter 339: Ancestral Soul
Chapter 339: Ancestral Soul
At this moment, apart from the soul power, the other powers of Wang Hun's body seemed to be taken away by an invisible big hand, disappearing one after another and hiding back in the depths of his body. Even the mysterious and powerful void core in his body, under the suppression of this soul power, instantly became much quieter, no longer surging as wildly as usual.
However, Wang Hun was pleasantly surprised to find that although other powers of his body had temporarily retreated, with the blessing of this powerful soul power, his body's strength, speed, defense, endurance and other abilities had been greatly improved on the original basis, and its strength was not inferior to that awe-inspiring domineering body.
The King's Soul stood firmly on the ground like a towering mountain, with his powerful hand tightly grasping the Sword of the God of Weapons. In an instant, a surging force that seemed to come from ancient times burst out from his palm, spreading rapidly along his arm like a surging river to his whole body, and then spreading in a circle in all directions with him as the core.
Wherever this force passed, the space seemed to be distorted and deformed, making a slight "crackling" sound, as if it could not bear the weight.
On the Crystal Mountain, a biting cold wind whistled past, but the moment it touched this force, it was torn into countless tiny wind threads and dissipated into nothingness. The crystals on the mountain were impacted by this force and flew wildly, making painful groans of "dong dong dong dong", and some smaller crystals were even uprooted and thrown into the air.
In the distant Hades City, the solid city walls also felt the powerful tremor. Dust kept falling from the gaps between the bricks and stones on the city walls, and the doors and windows of the houses in the city were clanging, as if playing a piece of fear. The people in the city were shocked, and they stopped their work and looked in the direction of the power in a daze, their eyes full of awe and fear.
Zi Yu and Wu Geng hurriedly arrived at a place not far from the King's Soul. Wu Geng looked up at the figure that exuded endless majesty, and felt an invisible pressure coming towards him, which made his breathing stagnate.
His eyes widened, and he said in shock: "This soul power is extremely powerful. I can clearly feel it like a roaring beast, attacking the soul in my body wantonly. It makes me feel like my soul is about to be conquered by it and I have a strong urge to kneel down and surrender."
Zi Yu's face was solemn, his eyes were deep as the abyss. He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the changes around Wang Hun, and said slowly: "Such a powerful, pure and ancient power must be the legendary power of the God of Weapons. It seems that Wang Hun has successfully gathered the seven mysterious fragments, otherwise it would never have caused such an earth-shaking power fluctuation."
When Wu Geng heard this, his eyes involuntarily shifted to the weapon in Wang Hun's hand that was emitting a faint blue light. With a bit of doubt and uncertainty in his eyes, he asked softly, "The sharp blade that he is holding tightly in his hand that is shining with a strange light should be the famous God of Weapons' Blade, right?"
Zi Yu crossed his arms across his chest, looking calm and composed, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner restlessness. He nodded heavily and said with certainty, "Yes, it is the Blade of the God of Weapons. Now that King Soul has mastered this divine weapon and has merged some of the power of the God of Weapons, the outcome of this battle seems to have no suspense. It will be extremely difficult for the Red Dragon to win."
Wu Geng felt a little relieved. He slowly walked to the side, found a relatively flat stone and sat down. His eyes were fixed on Wang Hun, ready to watch attentively this shocking duel that was about to shake the world.
Zi Yu, on the other hand, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, proudly standing there. His gaze was fixed on Wang Hun's every move as if it were a substance, not missing any slight changes.
Fuxi stood on a high platform not far away, gazing at Wang Hun with a calm and deep gaze. A gratified smile appeared on his face, which contained his admiration for Wang Hun and a little expectation for the future direction of the battle. He nodded slightly and said softly: "Now everything is ready, the battle can continue, let us witness this historic moment together."
The red dragon's body was surrounded by flames, like a scorching sun falling to the ground. He held the Fire Dragon Hammer high in both hands. The flames on the hammer seemed to have a soul, dancing wildly and making crackling sounds.
The red dragon's voice, like a bronze bell, resounded through the sky: "God of War, let us continue the battle of a hundred thousand years ago! Back then, although I was defeated by you, I also borrowed the power of the black dragon to put you into a deep sleep. Ten years have passed, and I am no longer the same as I was in the past. It is still unknown who will win, so let us fight it out!"
Wang Hun's face was stern, like an iceberg that never melts. He slowly raised the blade of the God of Weapons in his hand. The blade flashed with cold light, as if it could penetrate the void. His eyes burned with a firm will to fight. His voice was low but powerful, like a huge bell. This voice was a strange coincidence of his and the God of Weapons' voices: "Although the God of Weapons has fallen into an eternal sleep, his unyielding will has been deeply integrated into my soul. Today, I will carry this great power to compete with you, the evil beast. I will defeat you completely with the blade in my hand and bring peace back to the world!"
Although the sound was not deafening in volume, it seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate endless mountains, rivers, towns and villages. People thousands of miles away could hear it clearly, as if the sound was whispering in their ears.
Just as these words came out of his mouth, the power of the God of Weapon and his Blade was like a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years and was instantly awakened. They let out a deafening roar, transformed into dazzling light, and snaked up along Wang Hun's arm like a spirit snake, quickly merging with his body.
In an instant, the void behind the King's Soul seemed to be torn open with a huge hole, and the towering and huge body of the God of War slowly emerged from it, like a towering sacred mountain, which was daunting.
The body exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, as if it could crush everything in the world into nothingness. The face of the God of Weapons was cold and majestic, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world. In his hand, he tightly grasped an illusory God of Weapons blade that emitted a faint blue light, and that light seemed to be able to open up a new chaos and rebuild the old world.