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Castel City, a strategic stronghold within a subsidiary kingdom of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Perched atop the massive, hundred-meter-high fortress walls that stretched for miles like an insurmountable natural chasm, the battlements were packed with the dense, dark-armored ranks of the Heaven Dou military. Their expressions were grim as they stared out across the plains at the silver-armored legions of the Ten Thousand Beast Empire, who stood in perfect, silent formation several kilometers away.
"Catapults, ready!"
"Fire!"
Hundreds of massive black boulders were hurled toward the encroaching Silver Armored Army, launched in wave after devastating wave. Mixed within the stone barrage was a dense, lethal rain of black arrows, so thick they resembled a dark cloud blotting out the brilliant blue sky.
The roles of attacker and defender between the Ten Thousand Beast Empire and Heaven Dou had shifted, but the results this time were destined to be far different from the skirmishes of half a month ago.
Hovering in the sky above the silver army was a middle-aged man clad in a black dragon robe. His entire body pulsed with waves of pitch-black soul power. Suddenly, an invisible barrier seemed to manifest in front of him.
Countless boulders and arrows were frozen mid-air for several long seconds. They could not advance even a single centimeter further, as if an impassable galaxy lay between that tiny distance. A moment later, the "black cloud" of projectiles lost all momentum and plummeted harmlessly to the ground.
As the dust settled, the Heaven Dou soldiers on the wall watched in horror as the debris failed to claim a single life. Behind the falling rocks, a dozen figures drifted calmly through the sky.
The sight of those figures caused cold sweat to pour down the foreheads of the defenders. The implication of over a dozen people capable of flight was clear and terrifying: they were facing over a dozen living Titled Douluos!
Just as despair began to grip the Heaven Dou ranks, a dozen streaks of light erupted from the city walls. Seeing their own Titled Douluos arriving, the soldiers breathed a collective sigh of relief, their morale surging as they roared, "Heaven Dou will prevail!"
Qian Daoliu gazed at the figures in the distance, his brow furrowing. Is this the Ten Thousand Beast Empire's true trump card?
"Big Brother, what is the situation? There is one person whose soul power I cannot even perceive," the Golden Crocodile Douluo said, his expression solemn.
"He is not simple. His soul power fluctuations are at the Limit Douluo Semi-God level," Qian Daoliu explained.
"Another Limit Douluo?!"
The Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, was visibly shaken. "Her Majesty the Pope is already pinned down on the Western Front by that fellow named the Evil Eye Tyrant. To think the Ten Thousand Beast Empire has a third Limit Douluo... This is going to be difficult."
"Chrysanthemum boy, what's there to fear from a Limit Douluo? I'll take him on!" Golden Crocodile Douluo barked, slapping his golden breastplate.
"Golden Crocodile, don't be reckless," Qian Daoliu ordered. "If battle breaks out, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, you two support him."
"Understood, High Priest!" the two brothers shouted in unison. When their Coiling Dragon Staffs combined, their power rivaled the top-tier Martial Soul Fusion skills. Even against a Semi-God, they were confident they could hold their ground for a time.
Yu Yuanzhen, the poker-faced leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, spoke up: "That purple-haired man is extraordinary. I sense a dragon bloodline in him that is purer than my own. However, in terms of sheer bloodline purity, the leader, Di Tian, and that purple-haired girl in the back are even more terrifying."
"Yu Yuanzhen, you didn't attend the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament five years ago, did you?" Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, explained. "That girl and the four beside her were all contestants back then. Her martial soul is the Hell Demon Dragon; that beast soul of hers is far more durable than your Lightning Dragon."
"Contestants from five years ago?" the Green Phoenix Douluo noted warily. "Does that mean they reached the Titled Douluo realm in just five years? There are even Super Douluos among them. There is definitely something strange going on here!"
The Fire Lingyuan Douluo's pupils contracted. "If only Xiao Lan were here... they were of the same generation. I believe even all of them together wouldn't be a match for him. If only... damn that Sea God Temple!"
"Enough. I will go negotiate," Qian Daoliu said, before teleporting forward. "Di Tian, what is your intent? Do you intend to violate the agreement that Titled Douluos shall not interfere in mortal wars?"
Before Di Tian could answer, a blurred figure lunged toward Qian Daoliu. It was the bald Limit Douluo.
Just as the Weiwo Douluo, Du Desi, was about to strike Qian Daoliu's face, the High Priest transformed into a golden streak. He reappeared instantly behind Du Desi, his Angelic Sacred Sword trailing a golden arc as it slashed toward the bald man's back.
The hair on the back of Du Desi's neck stood on end. Too fast!
So this is the 'Supreme of the Sky' who can rival Di Tian?
As the sword was about to connect, Du Desi's back muscles bulged unnaturally. His skin turned a brilliant gold, shimmering with a metallic luster.
Clang!
Du Desi felt a heavy pressure in his chest. The sheer force of the blow slammed him from the sky, burying him deep into the brown earth below. The ground shattered into fragments as stones and dirt sprayed everywhere.
Du Desi wiped a smear of blood from his mouth, looking up at Qian Daoliu with newfound respect. Without activating his Martial Soul Second Awakening, he was no match for Qian Daoliu in aerial combat. The golden-haired man truly deserved his title as Heaven Dou's strongest.
"Du Desi, did I give you permission to move?" Di Tian asked coolly.
"I don't need your orders. You aren't my superior," Du Desi replied dismissively.
"Don't forget your identity," Di Tian remarked pointedly.
Du Desi was momentarily speechless. If his father hadn't entrusted the Body Sect to him, why would a Limit Douluo like himself live so subserviently? But the Body Sect—and indeed almost the entire Sun Moon Continent—was now under the control of the Silver Dragon King. He had no choice but to act as a high-level enforcer.
Qian Daoliu's mind raced as he overheard the exchange. Who is Du Desi's superior? And why can Di Tian command another Limit Douluo?
Before he could ponder further, Di Tian turned to him. "Brother Qian, there is no need to debate the disparity in national strength between our empires. Had Ye Lan not appeared in your empire, Heaven Dou would have never lasted this long against us."
"But things have reached this point. The window for my empire to unify the Douluo Continent is within these five years. Do not waste your breath on platitudes."
"Currently, the Ten Thousand Beast Empire possesses three Limit Douluo-level combatants, including myself, along with over a dozen Titled Douluos. The initiative no longer belongs to Heaven Dou. Therefore, I, Di Tian, Emperor of the Ten Thousand Beast Empire, formally declare war upon you."
Qian Daoliu saw the resolve in Di Tian's eyes and knew words were useless.
"The Heaven Dou Empire accepts your challenge," Qian Daoliu stated. "However, regardless of the war's outcome, I ask that you respect the basic conventions. Do not slaughter low-level spirit masters, civilians, or prisoners of war!"
Di Tian nodded. "The flames of war shall not target the innocent."
"Good! Then face me in the sky!" Qian Daoliu unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar, transforming into a Six-Winged Angel and soaring thousands of meters into the clouds. Di Tian, shrouded in black light, vanished into a spatial ripple to follow.
Below, a blue-haired youth cracked his knuckles excitedly. "With Di Tian keeping Qian Daoliu busy, it's finally time for Xu Chen to show his skills!"
"Starry Domain!" "Starfall!"
The space surrounding the blue-haired man instantly transformed into a nocturnal sky filled with stars. This pocket of night moved with him as he charged toward the city walls. Before he could reach them, countless arrows of light rained down upon him.
A youthful voice rang out: "Don't be so arrogant! Witness the power of my Thousand Light Arrows!"
Xu Chen looked up to see a youth with ice-blue hair and cold eyes, sporting translucent wings and a crossbow made of blue light.
Recognizing the handsome face, Xu Chen's eyes flared with annoyance. " Guang Ling Douluo! You old fossil, stop pretending to be a teenager! I won't allow anyone to be more handsome than me!"
Xu Chen erupted with silver light as the starry sky he controlled smashed toward Guang Ling. Thousands of starlight points collided with the light arrows, the resulting brilliance turning day into night.
A woman with wavy wine-red hair frowned at the spectacle. "Tianlong, go help Chen'er. Don't let him get ganged up on!"
"Be careful yourself, Tianfeng!" Xu Tianlong nodded, his body radiating a purple aura. His seventh soul ring—one of nine, including a final red ring—ignited.
"Purple Radiant God-Shattering Dragon Avatar!"
An eighty-meter-tall dragon with a 130-meter wingspan appeared, its body shimmering with a ghostly purple light. He lunged toward Guang Ling Douluo, but a sixty-meter blue dragon wreathed in lightning intercepted him.
Yu Yuanzhen roared, "I'll be your opponent! Dragon's Wrath! The True Dragon's cry shakes the nine heavens!"
"Destruction Storm!" Xu Tianlong countered. A dark purple hurricane erupted from the dragon, colliding with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. The storm quickly swallowed the lightning whole.
Xu Tianlong's obsidian-colored claws tore through Yu Yuanzhen's scales as if they were paper. Blue blood and scales scattered across the sky as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was slammed into the earth, the grass turning charred from the discharging electricity.
"This is the 'Number One Beast Soul' of the continent?" Xu Tianlong mocked. "A firefly dare not compete with the moon!"
Seeing the other Titled Douluos on the wall, he roared, "Purple Radiant Ultimate Destruction Ray!"
His ninth soul ring flashed. A massive concentration of dark purple energy gathered in his maw and fired. Tuoba Xi broke into a cold sweat; this was a 100,000-year soul skill from a Rank 98 Super Douluo.
At the critical moment, the Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluos stepped forward.
"Old Ghost, it's up to us!"
They stood together as a Taiji diagram of black and white manifested beneath them.
"Unrivaled Stillness Domain!"
The destruction ray hit the diagram and was instantly frozen in time. Xu Tianlong, enraged that two Rank 97s could stop his ultimate move, unleashed a rain of purple stars, but they too were frozen the moment they touched the domain.
"I don't believe you can maintain a Martial Soul Fusion skill forever!" Xu Tianlong growled, his voice slowed by the domain's effect.
"A few years ago, you'd be right," Yue Guan smiled. "But thanks to the Soul Core Method provided by the Holy Son, we have condensed soul cores. Our recovery speed is immense. Don't count on escaping the Eight Trigrams!"
The woman with wine-red hair, Tianfeng, saw her husband trapped and transformed into a Blazing Phoenix to rescue him. However, she was intercepted by the Fire Lingyuan Douluo.
"Fire Lingyuan Avatar!"
The two fiery birds clashed in a spectacular aerial dance. Tianfeng was shocked. Despite being a Phoenix—the king of birds—she couldn't suppress the lower-ranked Lingyuan. Both were Rank 95, yet the Lingyuan Douluo fought with a ferocity that defied their bloodline hierarchy.
The Fire Lingyuan Douluo fought with bittersweet joy. She was utilizing the Martial Soul Possession Adaptation Method passed down from the late Holy Son, Ye Lan. It allowed her to stand toe-to-toe with a Phoenix.
Within seconds, the sky had become a chaotic tapestry of light arrows, starry galaxies, Taiji diagrams, and pillars of flame.
Du Desi, watching from below, decided to end the stalemate. "The World is Mine!"
His heart rate accelerated to ten times the normal speed. His muscles swelled, and his veins bulged like black dragons coiling around stone. His skin radiated a blinding golden light.
He blurred, charging into the fray. The Golden Crocodile Douluo's ears rang from the sonic boom. He shifted into his defensive form, his ninety-meter golden crocodile body shimmering with protective light.
"Futile!" Du Desi shouted, throwing a punch that sent the massive crocodile tumbling across the battlefield, leaving a giant fist print in its armored back.
However, two dragons—one blood-red and one lightning-blue—descended. These were not winged dragons, but four-clawed oriental dragons. They coiled around Du Desi, pinning him into the bedrock.
Du Desi spat out some dirt, looking up at the Qian Jun and Jiang Mo brothers. He felt his soul power being suppressed by their coiling dragon energy.
"Xu Haoran! Are you just going to watch?" Du Desi roared.
A few hundred meters away, Xu Haoran laughed. "It's rare to see you struggle, Du Desi. Beiming, let's go!"
A silver moon and a golden sun rose into the sky. "The Sun and Moon Soar Together!"
Thousands of moon blades and fireballs rained down, far outclassing the previous barrages.
"Old Ghost, what do we do?" Yue Guan hissed. "If we stop them, we have to let the dragon go!"
Just as they were about to shift their domain, a silver light streaked in from the north. "Old Bone, Fengzhi, together!"
"Sword Freak, you're finally here!"
Ning Fengzhi's voice rang out: "Seven Treasure Glazed Avatar!" He applied all six buffs to his companions. At the same time, Chen Xin became a hundred-meter-long Seven Kill Sword, while Gu Rong became a bone dragon coiled around it.
"End of Ten Thousand Bones; One Breath of Heaven and Earth!"
The sword and dragon dove into the storm of moon blades. Blue and black light erupted, clashing with the gold and silver of the Sun-Moon duo. The resulting explosions cleared the sky of every cloud for miles.
Yu Yuanzhen, struggling to his feet, looked at the battlefield in awe. How much did Ye Lan change Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?
Refusing to be left behind, he charged toward the remaining members of the Ten Thousand Beast team.
A man with brown hair and blood-red eyes stepped forward. "Let them see the results of our ten years in the Dragon Tomb."
"I've been waiting for this!" Xiong Ba roared.
"I see some interesting targets," the Demon King Douluo giggled.
"Little Zi, do you really think Ye Lan is dead?" the Ice Empress asked.
"Who knows? If he is... I won't have anyone to take my revenge on," the Demon King Douluo replied with a complex expression.
As the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon neared, she shook off her thoughts and roared, "Hell Demon Dragon Avatar!"
"Ice Jade Empress Scorpion Avatar!" "Demon Eye Magic Tree Avatar!" "Three-Headed Scarlet Mastiff Avatar!" "Darkgold Terrorclaw Bear Avatar!"
As the five unleashed their avatars, their soul rings blinded everyone present.
Black! Black! Black! Black! Orange-Gold! Orange-Gold! Orange-Gold! Orange-Gold! Orange-Gold!
Twenty black rings and twenty-five orange-gold rings. The configuration surpassed even the legends of old. The "Wanshou Team" of five years ago had returned as monsters. Though their soul-spirit system provided fewer skills than natural rings, the sheer pressure they exerted was enough to rewrite the history of the Douluo Continent.
(End of Chapter)