Yang Haoran's words inflicted an unprecedented sense of humiliation upon Du, who responded with a furious mocking laughter.
"You brat, it's just a matter of luck. What's with the arrogance?" Duda sneered.
Yang Haoran nodded with a smile, "Indeed, it's just luck. Otherwise, you would already be a corpse. But sometimes, to survive in this world, a bit of luck is indispensable."
Duda snorted, then, under Yang Haoran's gaze, he released the seal on the Death Mark Seal within him.
Having previously ingested a Death Mark Seal, the intense Yin Qi that initially erupted caused cracks to appear on his body. To prevent his body from collapsing under the powerful Yin Qi of the Death Mark Seal, he sealed it and left a gap in the seal, allowing the Yin Qi to slowly release for his own absorption and recovery.
Now, facing Yang Haoran, who had opened the heaven soul, Duda had almost depleted his spiritual power. Knowing that escape was impossible, he decided to remove the seal and confront Yang Haoran head-on.
As the seal was lifted, the Death Mark Seal within him once again released a terrifying Yin Qi. The previously healed cracks on his body reopened, and fresh blood oozed out.
Intense pain, both physical and emotional, surged through Du's nerves. The fluctuations of power emanating from him, which were already weakened, became stronger in this moment. Yin Qi wrapped around him, growing denser.
Yang Haoran didn't interrupt Duda but instead allowed him to forcibly restore his strength through the Death Mark Seal. He watched Du, his entire body covered in blood, seemingly appreciating the agony Duda was going through.
This approach intensified the sense of humiliation in Du's heart. Reflecting on the past, this kid in front of him was like an ant in his eyes. He had no interest in even sparing a glance at him, let alone thinking of killing him. However, in an unexpected turn of events, he had to go all out to escape from the hands of this youngster, reversing their roles completely. This shift in roles made him feel incredibly stifled.
As the power ascended and Yin Qi boiled, the power fluctuations emanating from Duda at this moment were stronger than when facing Zhong Siyu. However, the price he paid was significant—his body's cracks multiplied, and blood soaked his clothes. Underneath it all, his hunched body trembled violently.
With flesh and blood falling off, Du's appearance at this moment was terrifying. Even for a horror movie, no makeup would be needed. Laughter echoed weakly from his mouth, a laughter that was feeble yet viciously mad.
A black mist gathered above his head, rapidly expanding at a visible rate. The scent of destruction emanated from this black mist.
Yang Haoran still wore a smile. Instead of making a move, he inserted his hands into his pockets, watching Du. It seemed as though he was waiting for Duda to unleash his final move.
"Hundred Ghosts Devouring Soul! A good name, but too bad..."
Yang Haoran shook his head gently. At this point, the ghostly faces in the front were quite close.
He didn't dodge or make any other moves. However, the moon wheel, which had been silently hovering beside him, transformed into a black light, rushing towards the approaching ghost faces.
In transit, the moon wheel increased in size a hundredfold, acting like an impenetrable barrier, swiftly rotating and creating a storm of power.
The ghost faces entered this power storm and were instantly torn into fragments, dissipating into points of Yin Qi!
These ghost faces were formed by the power of spirit summoning and had no consciousness of their own. Despite being continuously torn apart, it didn't make them fearful; they continued pouring out from the black mist.
But with the emergence of numerous ghost faces, the massive black mist rapidly contracted. The speed of this contraction was faster than when it was initially formed!
In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, no more ghost faces spewed out of the black mist. The exhaustion of power caused the mist to dissipate under a gust of cold wind, and the moon wheel, with a humming sound, returned to its normal size beside Yang Haoran, completely unharmed.
Yang Haoran shifted his gaze back to Du's lifeless body, revealing his gentle smile. He then walked step by step toward Du, who remained motionless.
"My soul weapon is named Waning Moon. How about it? The power isn't bad, right?" Yang Haoran said as he approached Du's corpse, still wearing a smile.
Du's body remained stiff and unmoving in place, with no signs of life. However, the way Yang Haoran looked at him didn't resemble someone looking at a dead person.
Duda gave no response until Yang Haoran reached his side; there was still no change.
Observing Duda from head to toe, Yang Haoran spoke with a smile, "After you sacrificed your soul, I placed a seal on your body. Though not powerful, it can still trap a soul. Due to my distrust of you, I left room for caution. Unexpectedly, you didn't disappoint me. You indeed played tricks on me. If I didn't know you a bit, I might have been fooled by you."