Evil Soul Masters never lacked ruthlessness; the two went all out against Arthur immediately.
The two instantly donned their battle armor.
Well, overall it was Two-Word Battle Armor, with only one or two components being three-word. The boost to a Titled Douluo... was better than nothing, I suppose.
It couldn't be helped; that's just how Evil Soul Masters were.
Even the Super Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult could barely scrape together a full set of three-word battle armor; these two ordinary Douluo had to make do with two-word sets.
The Bartender let out a sharp roar as the nine black spirit rings around him rhythmically pulsed with madness, and finally, the seventh spirit ring erupted with a blinding black light.
He formed hand seals, and from the black mist, a Soul-Devouring Idol hundreds of meters tall suddenly emerged. The idol held a giant scythe, and its body was wrapped in tens of thousands of vengeful spirit chains, each one shimmering with a ghostly light that corroded the divine soul.
"Soul-Lock Purgatory!"
The eighth spirit ring flickered, and the vengeful spirit chains shot through the air like venomous snakes, instantly sealing the space within a hundred yards of Arthur, the chains clanging with a piercing metallic sound.
The other shadow was not to be outdone; he let out a wild howl to the heavens, his bones creaking as he transformed into a Bone Dragon.
Its bone wings unfurled, blotting out the sun, and its pale white bone claws were wreathed in dark green poison, while ghostly green flames flickered in its dragon pupils.
It let out a hoarse roar to the sky and spat out a pillar of pitch-black light toward Arthur; everywhere it passed, even the air was shaken into layers of ripples.
Arthur held his sword with both hands, raising it high above his head.
At the same time, specks of starlight appeared around him. Components of battle armor emerged one by one.
The starlight converged; the gauntlets, pauldrons, cuirass, and other pieces locked together. With a series of clicks, the silver-white armor was covered in patterns, the entire set of battle armor connecting seamlessly.
Red-gold light traced the edges.
The halo of Elemental Power from the surroundings merged into the battle armor.
Even though it was only one-word battle armor, it seemed to come alive, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure.
In truth, the one-word battle armor didn't provide much of a boost to Arthur at this moment; the added strength was negligible.
But it looked cool.
Finally, the helmet slid down and snapped shut with a'shua,' covering Arthur's currently emotionless sacred cyan eyes.
one-word battle armor: Saint!
Then.
The third spirit ring flickered.
"Honkai!"
The Soul Power around him poured back in frantically, the golden light turning into a dull dark-red light, and the air was filled with a suffocating silence.
Then, the dark-red torrent of Soul Power converged and compressed onto the blade!
He swung with all his might!
"Release!"
The moment the roar of the end fell, the dark-red light pillar poured out with a crash!
Collapse Liberation was a strike that skipped the Round Table conference, fighting for nothing, seeking only destruction!
"Boom—!"
The light pillar collided violently with the idol and the Bone Dragon, and a terrifying energy shockwave instantly expanded.
The clouds above Bright Capital were completely shaken away, and even space itself seemed to be shattering.
The body of the Soul-Devouring Idol cracked inch by inch, and the Bone Dragon's skeleton was covered in spider-web-like fractures, but they managed to withstand the blow after all!
The dark-red light slowly faded, and Arthur's body swayed slightly.
The Bartender gasped for breath, his face as pale as paper, yet he still grinned sinisterly: "Hahaha! Impressive! Impressive!"
Within a few breaths, Arthur steadied himself, having fully recovered.
The Bartender's laughter stopped abruptly.
What the hell?!
"Impossible! How could you recover so quickly?!" The Bartender's sinister grin froze on his face, filled with unbelievable horror.
Earth Vein Power was still continuously pouring into Arthur's body from the phantom of the Red Dragon; the red-gold patterns on his battle armor glowed brilliantly, and his consumed Soul Power was instantly replenished.
He didn't even need to catch his breath; the hand holding the Excalibur was as steady as a rock.
Dark-red light converged frantically on the blade once more, even more intense and violent than the previous strike!
Immediately after, Arthur swung again!
"What are you standing there for? Get out of the way!"
The Bone Dragon shook its head and pushed the Bartender aside.
The Light Cannon passed between the two.
"Close-quarters combat! Don't give him another chance to use that move!"
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