Boom!
A thunderous roar echoed from the sky.
Titan's massive body leapt high into the air, fists clenched. With a mighty punch, he slammed down toward the seemingly tiny Long Xiaoyao before him. Long's expression turned solemn as he raised a palm. A colossal shadow of a black dragon condensed behind him. When the two forces collided, the resulting shockwave caused several Titled Douluo nearby, who couldn't dodge in time, to vomit blood violently.
"Not bad at all!" Titan grinned ferociously, a hint of surprise flashing in his heart.
As a hundred-thousand-year soul beast turned god officer, all his soul rings had evolved—his weakest was black. After cultivating for so long, it was truly unexpected that this Limit Douluo could withstand his onslaught without showing any cracks.
"Titan Giant Ape, just as expected…"
Long Xiaoyao hid his trembling palm behind his back, a flash of dread in his eyes.
The connection between the Clear Sky Sect and that deity from ten thousand years ago—unsurprisingly extraordinary!
Since ascending to Limit Douluo, he rarely had true opponents. To face someone stronger than himself was extremely rare. It was the perfect opportunity to sharpen himself—perhaps even edge closer to godhood.
Long Xiaoyao's eyes lit up with fighting spirit
."True Body of the Dark Holy Dragon!"
The sky dimmed slightly. As a Limit Douluo unleashed their martial soul's true form, the oppressive aura alone caused even the Super Douluo around to feel their hearts skip a beat, faces full of shock.
"Come—fight!"
The Titan Giant Ape bared his teeth in a grin, fists like iron hammers pounding down like Mount Tai, stirring a violent tempest in the sky.
Meanwhile…
Elder Kong's expression was grim. Facing a pinnacle figure in the same realm, he dared not be careless.
"Silver Moon!"
With a soft cry from the elder, a crescent moon slowly rose in the sky.
"Isn't that… Senior Sister's martial soul? That old guy has it too?!"
A Shrek student watching from afar stood dumbfounded.
"Shut up! How could two people have the same martial soul?"
Fan Yu shouted with a grim look, as if he realized something.
But staring at the silver moon in the sky, vastly stronger than Zhang Lexuan's, he couldn't help muttering to himself.
"Not even a Super Douluo?"
Da Ming raised an eyebrow. Though he felt threatened by Kong Deming's presence, the strength revealed by the latter hadn't even reached Super Douluo.
"Heh… that's fine. Even without reaching Super Douluo, I'm still enough to stop you."
Kong Deming said with a kindly smile.
"Is that so?"
Da Ming smiled slightly.
"Then let's try!"
He crouched low, and a deep voice rumbled across the sky:
"Azure Four Symbols!"
Suddenly, a vortex appeared in the sky. Dark clouds rolled in, fierce winds howled, and thunder and rain exploded. This was one of his soul skills—controlling the powers of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. It was a power he gained after advancing to the rank of god officer.
The Azure Bull Python now seemed to wield the authority of nature itself, like an incarnation of heaven and earth, charging directly at Kong Deming.
"Silver Moon Divine Shield!"
Kong Deming remained composed, pressing his palms together.
A brilliant silver light radiated around him. Though he hadn't become a Super Douluo and couldn't yet fully merge his top-tier soul device into a life-bound soul tool, it didn't hinder the power of the Silver Moon Divine Shield—still one of the continent's top-tier soul devices.
As the silver light spread and gradually faded, both Kong Deming and the Azure Bull Python disappeared.
They had been pulled into a separate space by Elder Kong…
"Hehe…"
Mu En's eyes narrowed slightly as a smile appeared on his face.
He turned his gaze toward Jing Hongchen, who was maintaining the shield around the trial field.
"Hall Master Jing, you once said: if you were within 100 meters of Xuan Zi, you'd lose without question. At 1,000 meters, you could retreat safely. At 10,000 meters… you might even kill him instead. Now that you face me—what will you do?"
"Haha, Pavilion Master, you're being petty. Is this the time to argue about such things?"
Jing Hongchen chuckled, patting his beer belly. Despite his short stature, his expression showed not a trace of panic.
"Oh?"
Mu En frowned slightly. Jing Hongchen seemed unusually confident, but the source of that confidence remained unclear.
"Let's find out!"
Not wasting more words, Moon raised a hand. A holy dragon shot out and blasted toward Jing Hongchen.
Inside the trial field, all the students held their breath.
If the defensive soul barrier broke, they would be like lambs to the slaughter. After all, in this war, even the weakest were titled Douluo—and the aftershocks alone were deadly to them.
"Fall back!"
Lin Jiayi shouted.
His figure flashed upward, leading several teachers into the sky. Though most were only level six or seven soul engineers, and their figures seemed frail in the sky, none showed fear facing a Limit Douluo. They stood ready, should the shield break, to protect the students behind them.
"Damn it…"
A student clenched their fists until their knuckles turned white.
They hated their weakness, being unable to join the battle, only able to watch helplessly.
Some cowered in the corners.
But no one blamed them. Courage is the anthem of humanity—but never a reason for scorn. If they had the strength, if they bore the teachers' burden, they too would not retreat. Everything happening outside had already proven this.
"Elder Mu… your opponent is me."
A black-and-white mecha suddenly appeared in front of Jing Hongchen. Twin blades gleamed under the sun with dazzling brilliance.
The blades crossed before it, intercepting the golden holy dragon shadow. A deafening roar echoed in the sky, but the mecha remained unscathed. It stepped forward calmly, the surrounding mist dispersing, revealing Xu Cheng's clear voice.
"Xu Cheng!"
Moon's expression finally changed.
He slowly spoke the two words.
That very same mecha, which once wounded the Body Sect's Du Busi during the All-Continent Soul Master Tournament, had reappeared.
And back then, he'd already known the power of this machine. Though not fatal, it left a deep gash on Du Busi's chest—on par with an attack from a rank-98 Super Douluo.
But now…
It had easily taken one of his attacks.
This mecha's combat power was likely approaching Limit Douluo.
"I must eliminate him. A true threat to Shrek!"
Mu En grew more serious than ever. This youth was terrifying—if left unchecked, Shrek might one day fall because of him!
"Pity you're not a Shrek student…"
He sighed softly, then released his vast soul power like a tidal wave. A true Golden Holy Dragon broke through the clouds and descended from the sky.
"Go!"
"Brother Tianmeng, assist me!"
Inside the cockpit—
Xu Cheng's face turned solemn.
He called out softly.
"Heheh, coming, coming! It's Tianmeng's time to shine again! If there's one thing I've got plenty of—it's spiritual power. I can maintain your Limit Douluo-level power for more than an hour. Beyond that, I'll start burning my essence."
Tianmeng warned.
"Don't worry—it won't take an hour."
Xu Cheng grinned.
Feeling the vast spiritual power surging like an ocean, he slammed the control sticks down with a manic glint in his eyes:
"Now DIE FOR ME!"
(End of Chapter)