Chapter 331.2. Dragon Emperor Realm Quake
The purplish-black light on his right hand became extremely eye-catching. The wails of avenging spirits could be heard everywhere.
Even the Unbreakable Douluo’s face turned dark. Naturally, he did not fear Wang Xiaolei’s attack. However, he could clearly sense that the highly-concentrated nature of Wang Xiaolei’s attack was extracted from hundreds of lives! This guy was a true executioner!
While Zheng Zhan came from the Sun Moon Empire and had a close relationship with the imperial family, he did not like the evil soul masters. In his heart, he resolved that if this Bei Bei from the Tang Sect were to kill this guy, he would definitely not intervene.
A scream could be heard. Wang Xiaolei’s right arm suddenly came down. Instantly, a long purplish-black whip swung out from his right hand. The whip cracked straight toward Bei Bei, who had been immobilized by his Evil Frost.
This was his powerful fifth soul skill, Death Whip! Once someone was struck by the Death Whip, he would be eaten away by an aura of death. At the same time, he would be ferociously attacked by the avenging spirits in the Death Whip until he became an avenging spirit too!
The Death Whip was forged from avenging spirits. Wang Xiaolei’s Death Whip already had more than two hundred avenging spirits in it. As it was formed from so many avenging spirits, this fifth soul skill’s strength could easily overpower many seven-ringed Soul Sages!
One had to know that it was not easy to make avenging spirits. It was not just a simple matter of killing someone. Only those with an intense hatred in their hearts at the moment of death, or those who had been terrified prior to their demise, could be turned into powerful avenging spirits. Because of this, no one knew how many people Wang Xiaolei had killed to achieve his current powers. Zheng Zhan realized that he did not know evil soul masters well enough. The number of people Wang Xiaolei had killed should be in the thousands by now...
The purplish-black whip swished through the air, and one could hear countless deafening wails. This sound alone spread far from the tournament’s arena. Some members of the audience who were close to the arena felt an intense giddiness, as if their souls were about to leave their bodies. After this tournament, many of them would be struck by severe illnesses.
Bei Bei stood there without moving. It was as if he had already been polluted by the Evil Frost. Faced with the Death Whip now, there appeared to be nothing he could do.