In the distance from the arena, a door appeared under the main stand and automatically opened.
At the same time, a group of special soldiers arrived, each looking full of spirit. There were five hundred in total, all wearing dazzling golden armor.
Their appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention, but even more attention-grabbing was a man sitting in a golden wheelchair at the forefront, being pushed by a maid. He was Xu Tianran, the Crown Prince of the Sun-Moon Empire.
Xu Tianran was pushed through the automatically opening door, which closed after him and elevated him to the main stand, much like an elevator.
After all, it was the Sun-Moon Empire, quite high-tech.
He Caitou said, "This is the Royal Soul Mentor Corps, one of the core forces of the Sun-Moon Empire. Every member is at least a level-five Soul Mentor. There are a thousand in total, and five hundred came today."
Xu Tianran reached the high stand but did not sit in the center position.
Meanwhile, the ministers on both sides naturally did not dare to sit first.
In the competition field, teams from various academies and sects gathered, and competitors were conversing, some admiring the might of the corps, others discussing the rising machine, with all kinds of discussions ongoing.
For a moment, Xu Tianran couldn't deliver a speech.
Xu Tianran prepared to take up the sound-amplifying soul-guiding device to speak and quiet everyone, but someone spoke first.
"Silence!"
Viewing the speaker, Xu Tianran gave a grateful smile; his call for silence would be absolutely effective.
With that single call, suddenly, the crowded arena fell silent.
Because with just two words, a terrifying pressure enveloped every corner of the arena.
With that voice, almost everyone felt as if their vision went black, even Titled Douluos above level ninety, shocked in their hearts.
Even Soul Douluos felt a sense of oppression, their breath becoming rapid.
This was why silence descended instantly; the speaker must have been an incredibly powerful individual.
"Who can unleash such terrifying pressure?"
Almost everyone thought internally, too afraid to speak, as their eyes turned toward the center position on the high stand.
There stood an elder in a black robe, unknown even to some Titled Douluos.
But they knew that such terrifying pressure could not merely be from a Super Douluo, perhaps a Limitless Douluo!
Otherwise, just two words quieting tens of thousands and causing them to tremble—inconceivable for a Super Douluo.
Huo Yuhao recognized him and frowned: "Dark Holy Dragon, from the same era as Elder Mu, and renowned alongside him, Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao."
Huo Yuhao also did not speak, feeling oppressed himself.
No wonder even some Titled Douluos didn't recognize him; he was over two hundred years old.
Xu Tianran was very pleased; now it was much quieter.
Long Xiaoyao seemed quite imposing; this was the presence expected of a Dragon Emperor Douluo. In a venue with tens of thousands of people, once noisy, his two words silenced it, with no one daring to speak...
Just then...
Believing everyone to be too oppressed and deterred to speak.
The competition field calmed down, but if anyone spoke, they would stand out.
"Ye Ran, what are we having for dinner?"
"Boss Yu, I heard the copper hotpot in Ming Capital is good; we could try it tonight."
"Alright, let's finish today's competition quickly then."
...
Xu Tianran, ready to speak: "..."
Long Xiaoyao, feeling a sense of authority: "..."
Long Xiaoyao was stunned. If anyone dared to speak, they should have at least been a formidable Super Douluo. Yet, it turned out to be two young people, not even twenty years old.
This made Long Xiaoyao frown, feeling slightly humiliated.
On the side, Jing Hongchen from Mingde Hall whispered, "Those two are Ye Ran and Ye Yu."
Upon hearing this, Xu Tianran said nothing; he knew they were demons and really wanted to recruit them.
Long Xiaoyao naturally knew of Ye Ran; his attempt to kill him in the past failed, and he knew of Ye Ran's genius. But he heard Ye Yu was even stronger?
This made him aghast.
However, even so, they were still just juniors, and their power was nowhere near his own.
Regardless of the future, for now, they were weaker.
Long Xiaoyao, feeling displeased, let out another stern cry.
"Everyone be silent."
This time, more words carried even more intense pressure and were specifically aimed at Ye Yu and Ye Ran.
Facing this pressure, Ye Yu utilized his Unbeatable ability, fully capable of enduring it.
Ye Yu did not release his Martial Soul, and Ye Ran, who did not have Unbeatable, had the Apocalypse Black Dragon.
Feeling the terrifying pressure with the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul's power, could the Apocalypse Black Dragon endure?
Your Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul, Long Xiaoyao, might show off in front of others, but never before the Apocalypse Black Dragon Martial Soul.
Suddenly, the Apocalypse Black Dragon within Ye Ran erupted automatically.
Ye Ran's body transformed, becoming a humanoid dragon, while the Apocalypse Black Dragon appeared above him in dragon form.
"Roar!"
With a dragon's roar, Long Xiaoyao's expression instantly changed!
The pressure from his words vanished instantly, and even his heart trembled!
This wasn't a trembling from strength; after all, he was a Limitless Douluo, confident as the continent's strongest. Who could make him tremble from strength? That was impossible.
It was a bloodline-induced tremor!
His Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul was actually trembling constantly.
This left him in disbelief. Why? What kind of dragon was this? Why was his martial soul so scared?
Even his heart held the utmost awe.
"Say no more, I get it," Ye Ran impatiently replied.
Ye Yu was satisfied, thinking to himself, "As expected of my son, showing off just like me."
Ye Ran's words left people even more shocked—daring to speak like that.
Facing Long Xiaoyao's pressure without an issue and even carelessly countering?
This... was unbelievable. How was it done?
Next, even more astonishing to the tens of thousands was that Long Xiaoyao said nothing! He closed his mouth!
Not replying, not speaking—he tacitly agreed.
All at once, the tens of thousands were in disbelief, looking at each other, completely bewildered.
"What kind of Martial Soul is that?"
"It's also a dragon, but that person is a Limitless Douluo and isn't even releasing his martial soul?"
"Why not release it? Is his martial soul bloodline suppressed?"
"Even if the bloodline is higher than the Dark Holy Dragon, the opponent is still a Limitless Douluo; would his martial soul be afraid?"
"What on earth is this young man's martial soul? We're not being targeted, so we can't feel the fear of this black dragon."
...
Long Xiaoyao stopped showing off, even facing humiliation.
A Limitless Douluo, yet stifled by a youth—how could it not be humiliating?
"Ahem..." Xu Tianran eased the awkwardness, immediately starting his speech.
Ye Ran returned to his human form, and the apparition of the Apocalypse Black Dragon above his head dissipated as well.