The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 1643 - 1640: Emperor-grade Martial Soul! Yanluo Hall!

Chapter 1643: Chapter 1640: Emperor-grade Martial Soul! Yanluo Hall!

"This man must not be allowed to live. If he is left to grow, the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect will likely have a second Sword Venerable!" Yan Tuo said coldly. "By then, there will be no place for us on this Lingnan Continent!"

Yan Tuo’s gaze turned icy, and a murderous aura surfaced around him.

Immediately, Yan Tuo stomped fiercely in the void, causing the heavens and earth to violently tremble.

In an instant, the black mist around Yan Tuo’s body surged into the sky, forming a majestic and imposing black hall.

At the moment this hall materialized, the entire world was engulfed in rolling black mist, and within the mist, it seemed as if countless wailing evil ghosts were screaming in anguish.

The sky changed color, and the surroundings sank into utter darkness.

Only that black hall emanated a captivating, ghostly radiance!

"That is... an Emperor-grade Martial Soul!" Lin Bai froze for a second, his expression grown solemn.

Near him, Wei Tianjun, Mi Rong, and Luo Yutong’s expressions all revealed shock and horror.

Beyond the nine storm circles, among the spectator martial artists, cries of alarm erupted: "That’s Yan Tuo’s Martial Soul..."

"It really is Yan Tuo’s Martial Soul!"

"Yan Tuo’s Emperor-grade Martial Soul! The Yanluo Hall!"

"It is said that Yan Tuo’s Martial Soul can control life and death, dictating the mortal fate of every martial artist beneath the heavens!"

"Oh heavens, that’s an Emperor-grade Martial Soul! On the Barbaric Ancient Continent, such a Martial Soul must surely be considered a gift from the heavens!"

Countless martial artists fixated on the enormous Senluo Hall looming above Yan Tuo’s head, exclaiming in continuous alarm, particularly as the hall emanated the chilling sounds of ghostly wails and wolfish howls, making their skin crawl!

"Hmph!" Yan Tuo let out a cold snort as his figure rushed into the towering hall.

Lin Bai immediately locked his gaze on Yan Tuo, watching as he flew into the great hall and seated himself on a massive, bone-laden throne, exuding an aura that seemed to dominate all creation.

"Mortal ants, bow before me!"

Seated high upon the throne, Yan Tuo spoke coldly to Lin Bai.

The moment he spoke, an invisible power enveloped Lin Bai, seemingly attempting to draw his very soul from his body!

Lin Bai’s heart shuddered in dread; he hastily gathered his spiritual power to shield his mind!

"How dare you not kneel? Ghosts and gods, hear my command—seize this man’s soul and cast him into the Eighteen Levels of Hell!" Yan Tuo pointed directly at Lin Bai, his face filled with murderous intent.

As soon as his voice fell, within the colossal Yanluo Hall, the black mist condensed into several ferocious evil ghosts. They bowed in unison toward Yan Tuo before rushing out of the hall.

"Woooo—"

"Aaaaaahhh—"

The evil ghosts surged out of the Yanluo Hall, their faces twisted in anguish, howling mournfully.

In an instant, the world was transformed into an infernal landscape!

"Not good!" Lin Bai exclaimed in his heart, his figure flickering as he quickly withdrew. Yet the countless evil ghosts barrelled toward him, their sharp claws seemingly intent on tearing him apart limb by limb!

"Slash!"

Lin Bai wielded his Demonic Sword, unleashing an overwhelming sword aura that slashed down with unrivaled sharpness.

One strike obliterated hundreds of evil ghosts in front of him, dissolving them into wisps of black mist that vanished in midair.

But the endless tide of evil ghosts emerging from the Yanluo Hall was far beyond what Lin Bai’s few sword strikes could eradicate completely!

"Aaaaaah! How miserable I am!"

"Come join me..."

"Help me, I don’t want to go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell..."

As the evil ghosts charged forward, their soul-piercing wails reverberated in Lin Bai’s ears.

Hearing these eerie voices, Lin Bai’s body grew cold, his face hardened with anger and grim resolve. The constant wails threatened to disrupt his mental focus; if he were shaken, his soul would risk being torn away in an instant!

With an indifferent expression, Lin Bai unleashed a flurry of sword light, annihilating the evil ghosts barraging him.

Inside Yanluo Hall, Yan Tuo moved his spiritual power, unfurling a book-like tome before him. The pages were blank except for a single name gradually emerging!

On the book’s surface, the name that appeared was none other than: Dongfang Bai!

"Dongfang Bai, erase from the Book of Life and Death!" Yan Tuo manipulated his spiritual power into a pen, striking the name heavily out of existence. In an instant, the name vanished from the tome!

Lin Bai’s eyes widened as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

At the precise moment the name disappeared from the Book of Life and Death, Lin Bai’s soul suffered a severe blow, leaving him gravely wounded. Spitting blood, his body slammed helplessly onto the ground from midair.

Lying motionless on the ground, Lin Bai appeared dead.

"Hmph!" Yan Tuo scoffed from his throne in the Yanluo Hall, watching with a smirk as Lin Bai plummeted. "No one escapes life and death as written in the Book of Life and Death!"

"I am Yan Jun, the ruler of life and death!"

"My Martial Soul governs the destiny of all beneath the heavens!"

Yan Tuo laughed coldly as he declared.

Wei Tianjun, Mi Rong, and Luo Yutong, seeing Yan Tuo slashing Dongfang Bai’s name from the Book of Life and Death, visibly darkened in spirit, glancing at Yan Tuo with trepidation.

Yan Tuo’s Emperor-grade Martial Soul, Yanluo Hall, was terrifyingly enigmatic, capable of slaying without tangible form. Many who had crossed Yan Tuo in the past likely never even realized how they met their end!

"Yan Tuo’s Martial Soul is too powerful!"

"Outside Yanluo Hall, ghosts wail; inside Yanluo Hall, life and death are decided!"

"Such an Emperor-grade Martial Soul is monstrous beyond imagination!"

Beyond the nine storm circles, countless martial artists gazed reverently at the towering Yanluo Hall in the sky, their faces stunned.

"Junior Brother Dongfang..."

Lin Anyang and Lin Luo, seeing Lin Bai lying on the ground, jolted with shock and immediately tried to rush over.

But at that moment, something astonishing occurred.

The previously motionless Lin Bai slowly began to rise from the ground. He sneered, "What a pity—on the Barbaric Ancient Continent, soul-attacking martial techniques are scarce!"

"Your Martial Soul, attacking the soul directly and invisibly, is indeed intriguing!"

As Lin Bai stood, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold grin.

Yan Tuo’s Emperor-grade Martial Soul, Yanluo Hall, was not a true Netherworld Yanluo Hall. It was merely a Martial Soul Secret Skill targeting not the martial artist’s body, but their soul!

On the Barbaric Ancient Continent, physical martial techniques could be countered using treasures. However, martial techniques that could protect against soul attacks were exceedingly rare.

Therefore, any secret skill capable of soul attacks was considered unique and unparalleled on the Barbaric Ancient Continent!

And Yan Tuo’s Martial Soul was one such skill!

The Book of Life and Death within Yanluo Hall was the vivid manifestation of Yan Tuo’s secret skill!

"You... you’re not dead!" Yan Tuo exclaimed in shock from the Yanluo Hall.

Instantly, Yan Tuo moved his spiritual power, causing the Book of Life and Death to flip open once more. The name "Dongfang Bai" appeared again, and with a face full of murderous intent, Yan Tuo struck down with his spiritual pen once more!

In that moment, Lin Bai gripped his Demonic Sword tightly, stepping forward and charging directly at the Yanluo Hall. His eyes burned with boundless cold light as he roared, "My life and death, not even Yama dares to decide lightly!"

"Yan Tuo, what makes you think you have the right to determine the life and death of Dongfang Bai?!"

"Slaying Immortal!"

Lin Bai surged toward the Yanluo Hall, his entire being radiating three realms of comprehension that gathered explosively. With a strike that shook the heavens and stirred the spirits of ghosts and gods alike, he unleashed an unparalleled sword slash.