"No——" Chrysanthemum Douluo watched in horror as the thick golden halberd blade protruded from behind Ghost Douluo. Intense golden light spread instantly over every part of Ghost Douluo's body, and he couldn't help but let out a furious roar. Moving at maximum speed, his Martial Soul, the Mystic Heaven Chrysanthemum, had already flown out first, heading straight for Tang San.
But he understood that it was all too late. As a Titled Douluo, Ghost Douluo had no chance of surviving. The death energy emanating from his body dissipated in the moment the Halberd broke through his back. Ghost Douluo's body was completely frozen in place, unable to move an inch.