Invincible Over the World
Chapter 110 - 110 110 Lion King Transformation

110: 110 Lion King Transformation 110: 110 Lion King Transformation Yang An summoned the Roaring Sky Divine Lion Martial Soul, basked in the shocked and awestruck gazes of the crowd around him, and stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Huang Xiaolong with a cold and arrogant expression, “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, summon your Martial Soul!”

Huang Xiaolong’s expression was indifferent, he shook his head, “Even without summoning my Martial Soul, I can still defeat you!”

“What?!” The crowd around them instantly buzzed, the noise soaring to the skies.

Everyone around felt that Huang Xiaolong was being too arrogant.

Even a Tenth Order Early Stage expert, without summoning their Martial Soul, couldn’t possibly be a match for Yang An, who had summoned the Roaring Sky Divine Lion!

Moreover, many people felt that Yang An had been unguarded earlier, and Huang Xiaolong had caught him off guard with a sudden move, barely managing a draw; otherwise, Huang Xiaolong couldn’t possibly be a match for Yang An.

Hearing this, Yang An grew even more furious.

The Roaring Sky Divine Lion behind him roared, its body flashed with light, and it immediately underwent Soul Transformation.

After the transformation, Yang An’s whole figure grew larger, his hair turned golden yellow, and he looked like an enraged lion.

Upon undergoing Soul Transformation, Yang An rushed fiercely towards Huang Xiaolong, but as he charged, his movements were staggered, reminiscent of a drunkard.

However, with each step he took, the light around his body grew larger, and the air currents around him roared loudly.

“Lion King Step!”

This was Yang An’s Innate Soul Skill.

With every step of the Lion King Step, he activated the power of space, creating an impact force of gravity.

The cumulative force of each step came together, and when he charged forward, it was like a giant mountain crashing down.

By the time Yang An reached the fifth step, the powerful force of the impact made everyone around them step back in surprise, and many buildings around the street also vibrated, cracked, and stones began to fall.

Fei Rong also changed his coloring from a distance.

Although he had just advanced to Tenth Order, he felt that it would be difficult to withstand a strike from Yang An’s Innate Soul Skill.

By this time, Yang An had already reached three meters in front of Huang Xiaolong.

He continued moving forward and suddenly charged toward Huang Xiaolong’s chest.

And Huang Xiaolong, seemingly unable to react in time due to Yang An’s fast movements, still foolishly stood there.

Just when everyone thought that Huang Xiaolong was about to be sent flying by Yang An’s charge, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong standing there threw a punch.

“Crash Fist!”

The power of his Fighting Energy rolled forward in waves, like a huge surge.

“Boom!” a thunderous sound echoed.

Yang An took a step back, while Huang Xiaolong took six steps back.

Time seemed to stop for a moment.

Everyone looked at Huang Xiaolong in shock; he had managed to withstand it!

Yang An’s full-force strike had been withstood by Huang Xiaolong without even summoning his Martial Soul!

Although Huang Xiaolong had taken five more steps back than Yang An, he had not summoned his Martial Soul nor had he used his Innate Soul Skill.

Yang An’s face was ugly, extremely gloomy, then he raised his right hand, making a strange gesture.

His right hand moved slowly to the right, drawing a circle.

At this moment, his right arm’s robe completely burst apart, revealing a muscular right arm.

Bulging veins emerged on the arm, glittering with golden light, like golden worms, seemingly containing terrifying power.

“Divine King One-Armed Fist!”

Yang An swung his right arm out, furiously slamming a punch toward Huang Xiaolong.

As Yang An’s right arm struck, his left arm and the rest of his body did not move an inch, a huge fist mark broke through the air, so fast that even Fei Rong, a Tenth Order Early Stage expert, couldn’t see it clearly.

Huang Xiaolong watched as the giant Fist Mark tore through the air toward him.

The Shura Blade had appeared in his hands at some point, and he swung it fiercely.

Countless Blade Lights appeared, swirling with two cyclones, while the wails of Hell’s Wind continued, clashing with Yang An’s God King One-Armed Fist Seal, continually colliding and grinding.

After releasing the Hell’s Wind, Huang Xiaolong’s figure soared upward, and in mid-air, he swung the Shura Blade down toward Yang An.

Numerous Blade Lights formed a stormy onslaught, thundering loudly.

Yang An, with a face full of terror, began to retreat in panic, but what frightened him was that the storm of Blade Lights followed, turning as he retreated.

As Yang An kept moving back, a long sword appeared in his hand, which he slashed downward.

A massive Sword Light slashed toward the rain of blades, but Yang An and the spectators around saw that the Sword Light was blocked by the rain of blades the moment it made contact.

Yang An kept retreating, swinging his sword at the rain of blades with each step back, attacking over a dozen times before the rain of blades was finally blocked.

Just as Yang An felt a moment of relief, he suddenly saw Huang Xiaolong, still in mid-air, start spinning rapidly, with streaks of lightning appearing around him.

The lightnings transformed into Flood Dragon Thunders, expanding outward with a pervasive destructive power.

Watching the Flood Dragon Thunder approach, Yang An was shocked and swung his sword to counter, but the lightning instantly devoured his Sword Light and even traveled along it toward him.

Yang An couldn’t dodge in time and was struck by the Flood Dragon Thunder, his body violently trembling as he stepped back several steps, his chest scorched black by the impact.

Then, another streak of Flood Dragon Thunder came at him.

In terror, Yang An retreated, but as he evaded one, two more struck him.

Hit by the two, Yang An couldn’t help but groan in pain.

Soon, several more Flood Dragon Thunders struck; when they hit him again, Yang An was sent flying, crashing into the buildings on both sides of the street, causing them to collapse.

“Young Master!”

“Big Brother!”

Zhu Yi and the other experts from the Yang Mansion were shocked and rushed forward, only to be stopped suddenly by a palm power that was as overwhelming as a mountain-to-sea flip.

Zhu Yi looked up to see that the person who had acted was Fei Hou.

“Fei Hou, you!” Zhu Yi exclaimed angrily.

“This is a duel between the two of them; no one is to interfere!” Fei Hou said coldly.

Zhu Yi was both angry and frustrated, but he knew that if Fei Hou chose to block them, they would not be able to break through his defense.

At that moment, Huang Xiaolong floated down from mid-air, and Yang An slowly stood up from the ground.

Huang Xiaolong, watching Yang An rise, had to admit that Yang An, who possessed a twelve-level First-class Martial Soul, indeed had very strong defenses.

Even a typical Tenth Level warrior with a Tenth-level Martial Soul hit by his Fengdu Thunder wouldn’t be able to stand up.

After standing up, Yang An roared to the sky, his eyes blood-red as he stared at Huang Xiaolong, the hatred and murderous intent in his eyes so intense that even the spectators afar were terrified.

Yang An, the number one prodigious talent from the Outer Kingdom, was thoroughly defeated by a young man five or six years his junior!

And this was especially humiliating since it happened without the young man summoning his Martial Soul.

The gazes of the people around were like needles, fiercely stabbing into him!

“Die, die, die!” The only thoughts left in Yang An’s mind were murderous intentions.

His body suddenly grew golden fur, similar to a lion’s.

“Lion King Transformation!”

This was the second Innate Soul Skill of his twelve-level First-class Martial Soul, Roaring Sky Divine Lion, which awakened during the Seventh Rank transformation.

After the Lion King Transformation, his body grew larger again, his skin turned golden as if it were coated in gold paint, his eyes glinted golden-red, and an even more terrifying aura than before emanated from him.