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Once the Heaven Dou Empire was split in half, Davis would be able to support Xue Beng and take complete control over the territory he gained. If that happened, the Star Luo Empire would be able to occupy at least seventy percent of the Douluo Continent—becoming the force with the largest domain on the entire continent, without question.
With more land came more crops; with more crops came a larger population to sustain; and with a larger population, how could they ever lack talent or soul masters?
Upon entering the Golden City Mountain Range, Davis gazed at the towering peaks on both sides and couldn't help recalling the past. Three years ago, when he went to Spirit Hall City for the finals of the Soul Master Tournament, this was the exact place where Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others ambushed him.
"I wonder if Xue Qinghe will send someone to attack me this time."
Entering the valley, Davis muttered to himself. His goal was to weaken Xue Qinghe's influence—not to actually cure Emperor Xue Ye.
A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the clouds above.
"ROOOOAR—!"
The earth-shaking lion's roar echoed across the sky, its violent sonic waves engulfing the entire valley.
However, upon hearing this deafening roar, Davis showed not fear nor concern—only excitement.
"Heh, I knew Xue Qinghe wouldn't sit still. He'd definitely try to stop us from entering the Heaven Dou Empire. Come then—let me see who he sent to deal with me."
Just as his heart surged with exhilaration, a towering figure descended from the heavens like a crimson meteor, streaking through the sky before crashing down.
Boom!
The impact shattered the rocky ground into countless cracks. Even the cliff walls on both sides of the valley split apart, and an invisible soul pressure instantly swept outward in all directions.
Davis stared at the flame-red figure and instantly recognized him. A cold smile curled at his lips.
"So it's the illustrious Third Worship, the Lion Douluo! I wonder why Your Majesty arrives with such hostility?"
"Hmph! I'm here to take your damn life! Die!"
As his voice fell, a majestic flaming lion—its entire body wreathed in blazing fire—appeared behind the Lion Douluo and instantly merged into him.
In the blink of an eye, the Lion Douluo's body expanded, growing even more muscular and imposing as all his attributes surged to terrifying heights.
"Third Soul Skill—Blazing Inferno!"
"ROOOOAR—!"
The Lion Douluo roared furiously as flames erupted around him. A scorching fire dragon shot forward, sweeping over the valley. The dry grass ignited instantly, and the entire gorge transformed into a blazing sea of fire.
"Your Highness, please step back. Leave the Lion Douluo to me!"
Seeing the incoming attack, Lin Qiuyang instantly released his Blacksteel Sword martial spirit. His second soul ring shone brightly as he shouted—
"Second Soul Skill—Sword Shield!"
Soul power surged into the Blacksteel Sword. With a graceful motion, he swept out a dazzling sword arc, and a white soul-power barrier condensed before the group, resisting the incoming flames.
BOOM—!
The firestorm crashed against the barrier like a monstrous tidal wave. Even the first impact caused spiderweb cracks to spread across the white shield—it looked as if it would shatter in the next second.
After all, the Lion Douluo was a level 97 Super Douluo, and this was his third soul skill. Even if Lin Qiuyang could withstand the flames, there was no way his second soul skill alone would hold for long.
Gritting his teeth, Lin Qiuyang roared and poured more soul power into the barrier, barely holding back the blazing inferno.
Davis' expression tightened. He immediately commanded—
"Elder Ning! Quickly boost Dean Lin!"
"As you command!"
"Eight Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
With a low chant, a delicate eight-tiered pagoda appeared in Ning Wenze's hand as his third and fourth soul rings shone brightly.
"Among the Eight Treasures—third: Soul! Fourth: Defense! Go!"
His voice fell, and two streaks of radiant light shot into Lin Qiuyang's body. As expected of the continent's strongest support-type martial spirit, the boost was overwhelming. Lin Qiuyang's soul power and defenses instantly increased by ninety percent—almost doubling.
The gap between him and the Lion Douluo shrank dramatically.
"Haha! As expected of the Eight Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda—magnificent! Lion Douluo, let's see how you handle this now!"
"First Soul Skill—Sharpness!"
"Third Soul Skill—Sword Spirit Possession!"
After stacking multiple buffs, Lin Qiuyang shot into the air, leaping over the wall of flames and thrusting his blade toward the Lion Douluo's throat.
"Good! Second Soul Skill—Slaughter!"
"ROOOOAR—!"
As his second soul ring burst with light, the Lion Doulo raised his head and let out an ear-splitting roar. His eyes turned blood-red, and both his strength and speed skyrocketed.
This was his amplification-type soul skill—similar to Berserk Mode, it drastically boosted all attributes, though prolonged use would chip away at his rationality. It was extremely similar to Davis' Bloodthirst Berserk state.
With another roar, the Lion Douluo launched forward, clashing violently with Lin Qiuyang. The two engaged in a fierce battle, flames and sword-light exploding everywhere.
At that moment, three hundred soul masters leapt down from the top of the valley, landing in formation and surrounding Davis' group. Clearly, they were subordinates of the Lion Douluo.
Davis swept his gaze across them and smirked. Although they had numbers, none of them exceeded rank 50—they were nothing but rabble before him.
"Nana, President Yang—protect Lingling and Elder Ning. Zhuyun, Zhuqing—come with me! Elder Ning, remember to buff us!"
"No problem!" Ning Wenze nodded firmly.
With Davis' command, three figures shot forward like streaks of shadow.
Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing moved to the rear, handling the group of over a hundred enemies there. The front, however, had more than two hundred soul masters—all of whom Davis personally confronted.
"It's been a long time since I had a real fight. Perfect—let's warm up with you lot!"
"Domain—unfold!"
A crimson ripple spread out, enveloping the Spirit Hall soul masters ahead. Those who had been charging ferociously suddenly froze. Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads as their eyes filled with fear.
In their eyes, Davis was a god of slaughter descending upon them. Just looking at him filled them with a bone-deep chill and boundless terror. Their attributes plummeted instantly.
Seeing Davis' soul ring configuration, whatever scraps of fighting spirit they had completely vanished.
"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring… How is this possible…?"
"He—he has two hundred-thousand-year rings! Impossible!"
"Is he even human?! He's so young, yet he's already a Soul Douluo…"
Their terrified cries caught the Lion Doulo's attention mid-battle. Blocking Lin Qiuyang's attack, he glanced downward—and his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Impossible!"
(End of Chapter)