Chapter 50: Battle Between Titled Douluos (Part I)

Just as Gu Chen finished summoning his Ghost Slave, an eerie, sinister laugh echoed through the sky.

"Little rats, you actually dare to steal things, and you stole all the way to your grandpa's doorstep!"

"Damn it, we've been discovered! Can you beat the person outside, Ghost Slave?"

"His strength is on par with mine. The power I currently possess can only stall him for half an hour."

"After half an hour, my strength might plummet and I will be killed by him. During this time, Master, you must run as far away as possible!"

"Ghost Slave, I won't let you die. You just need to stall him for a quarter of an hour. The time is almost up; even if we have to abandon this cauldron, we must leave immediately! Your life is more important than it, do you understand?"

"Understood!" The Ghost Slave was suddenly somewhat moved. He had not expected that in Gu Chen's eyes, he carried such heavy weight.

Gu Chen had always disliked forcing things in his life and actions. Compared to human life, treasures held little attraction for him.

If a treasure was lost, it could be fought for and seized again in the future. But once a life was gone, it was truly gone!

To obtain it is my fortune; to lose it is my destiny.

Behind the Ghost Slave, six swords flew out of the wellhead one by one.

The Ghost Slave's figure also soared out of the wellhead like a shooting star.

"Oh? There is actually a Title Douluo-level fiend, but it doesn't matter, you're still going to die!"

The illusory figure in the sky dashed toward the Ghost Slave at an extremely rapid speed.

"First Soul Skill: Shadow-Split Doppelganger." The illusory figure released his Ghost martial soul, generating two clones possessing 50% of his own attack power, which also possessed the ability to devour soul power. They attacked the Ghost Slave from the left and the right.

"First Soul Skill: Sword Breaks the Firmament." The Ghost Slave's six flying swords merged in mid-air.

They formed a broadsword and slashed fiercely toward one of Ghost's clones.

The broadsword carried a monstrous power, resembling surging waves crashing against the shore or a magnificent rainbow piercing through the sun. The resulting sword Qi actually tore a gash across the vault of heaven.

Ghost's targeted clone retreated at top speed, narrowly dodging the blow by a hair's breadth.

Since the Ghost Slave was buying time for Gu Chen, he did not use his full strength with this strike; he merely forced Ghost's clone back.

However, Ghost's other clone seized the opportunity to close in, using a mass of black mist to wrap around his hands, transforming them into sharp claws to attack the Ghost Slave.

The formidable aspect of the Soul-Devouring Claw was that upon release, it could increase the user's own defense and attack power.

If it hit the opponent, it would also reduce the enemy's defense by 20%. The soul power consumption increased when releasing this soul skill, making it a rather abnormal and overpowered skill.

"Second Soul Skill: Chaotic Blade Storm." The broadsword in the Ghost Slave's hand disintegrated at an extremely fast speed.

It broke down into 108 small swords, rotating in the air to form a storm, and suppressed downward toward Ghost's clone.

"Third Soul Skill: Ghost-Slaying Transformation." Sensing the extraordinary nature of the Ghost Slave's soul skill, Ghost did not dare to be careless. He immediately fused the movements of his two clones into his own body and unleashed his third soul skill.

Ghost-Slaying Transformation could increase one's own attack power by 100% and speed by 200%. In an instant, Ghost's speed became too fast for the naked eye to catch, and he thrust a ghost claw straight down at the Ghost Slave's head.

"Third Soul Skill: Rolling Sea of Swords." Watching the ghost claw draw closer and closer, the sword slave's temper was also flared up.

Dense demonic energy formed black waves. Within the black waves, the six flying swords once again disintegrated into 1,080 small swords, hiding within the black waves to clash head-on against the incoming ghost claw.

Rumble—deafening collision sounds echoed through the sky. The surrounding mountain rocks collapsed, river water flowed backward, and the winds and clouds continuously gathered and dissipated.

Gu Chen watched the battle in the sky with a tense expression, feeling incomparably shocked!

Is this the power possessed by a Title Douluo? I, Gu Chen, must also possess such formidable power in the future.

For the first time, Gu Chen felt such an intense craving for power deep within his heart.

Title Douluos were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns on the Douluo Continent. Generally, they rarely fought each other because unless the gap in strength was too vast, it was difficult to determine a victor!

What Ghost Douluo had not expected was that a Title Douluo would actually be hidden here. This made him secretly regret not calling his good friend along.

Otherwise, if the two of them attacked together, how could they need to fight to the death here?

Feeling that the formation he had set up was still being destroyed by someone and was on the verge of collapsing, Ghost Douluo fought the Ghost Slave while instructing a group of tardy soul masters below: "Someone is trying to steal my precious cauldron. I will stall this person; you all go quickly and capture that person!"

"You are courting death!" Watching the group of soul masters dash toward the wellhead, the Ghost Slave flew into a rage. He released his own demonic energy, spread his hands wide, and slowly spat out a few words: "Fourth Soul Skill: Sword Rain!"

A sky-full of fine sword rain fell from the sky, resembling surging waves and churning rocks piercing the empty air.

Accompanied by a whistling sound, it pierced fiercely downward.

"Trying to stop them is simply daydreaming!" Ghost let out a cold laugh.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Ghost Shadow." A black vortex formed between Ghost's palms, and countless ghost shadows were released to block the attack for the soul masters below, buying them time to enter the dry well.

Looking at the soul masters and Great Soul Masters getting closer and closer to the wellhead, the Ghost Slave knew: although these people could not pose a lethal threat to his master, if so many soul masters swarmed together, it would still be very troublesome for his master to handle alone, and it would inevitably affect Lu Zhaoran's speed in breaking the formation.

He also knew how once-in-a-lifetime and elusive this small cauldron was. If he missed this opportunity, his master would probably never be destined to possess this small cauldron in the future!

Although his master said that treasures were external possessions and there would still be opportunities to acquire them in the future, he did not think so.

Every opportunity was a chance bestowed by the heavens; missing the first time meant missing the second.

As a loyal and devoted servant, he had the obligation to clear away all obstacles for his master!

"Fifth Soul Skill: Sword Explosion Thunder Sea!"

The six long swords in the Ghost Slave's hand gathered together once more, lightning flickering across their surfaces. They invoked the power of thunder and lightning between heaven and earth, forming a domain of thunder.

Lightning tore through the vault of heaven, and thousands of lightning bolts intertwined together.

They enveloped the soul masters who were already standing at the wellhead preparing to jump down.

"You are forcing my hand!" Ghost had not expected this unknown Title Douluo to be so tricky to deal with.

The six flying swords were like his six arms, played by him in all sorts of ingenious ways!

"Fifth Soul Skill: Black Shadow Earth Pool Hand."

Ghost let out a sharp cry, and a black mud pool rose from the ground, ascending from bottom to top.

Pairs of giant ghost hands, crawling out of the mud pool and stained with thick black mucus and a corrosive, foul stench, grabbed toward the Ghost Slave.

The Ghost Slave wanted to evade, but once he dodged, the group of soul masters below would instantly jump into the well and launch an attack on Gu Chen.

Therefore, he could only meet this blow head-on. The six flying swords, wrapped in thunder light, continuously hacked and slashed at the giant hands extending from the black mud pool.

He shattered them, but after these ghost hands were smashed and fell back into the mud pool, new ghost hands quickly formed.

They continued to grab toward the Ghost Slave, which put the Ghost Slave—who was simultaneously maintaining the Sword Explosion Thunder Domain and attacking the ghost hands—in a very passive position.

The opponent was too despicable; it was obvious they wanted to use this method to exhaust his soul power completely and then deal him a fatal blow.

However, he was underestimating me, the Ghost Slave, far too much!

"Sixth Soul Skill: Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!"

The Ghost Slave recalled the six long swords onto his back, and the thunder domain vanished.

The skin on his body rapidly withered and shriveled, and streaks of ghost shadows flew out from within his body, soaring toward the black mud pool below.