Blue Lightning vs Golden Rain
"The eighth soul ability—Blood Boiling!"
The female Spirit Hall Douluo on the golden eagle raised her arms, wings flaring. Feathers rained in sheets of molten light, each talon-shaped plume igniting into flame as it descended.
Hisssss!
The ground itself scorched, flames erupting where feathers embedded. Yu Yuanzhen snarled, stepping into the storm.
"Sixth soul ability—Heaven-Breaking Dragon Roar!"
From his mouth erupted the roar of an ancient thunder-dragon. Violet lightning streaked outward in waves. Sky and earth shook as blue serpents of thunder collided with golden rain. Plumes of fire burst outward but dispersed beneath the expanding thunderclash.
Yu Yuanzhen's aura surged higher. The patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had stepped in fully.
Tang San's Desperate Gamble
Hurry… hurry…
Tang San's chest burned with desperation as his feet carried him through the forest shadows.
Xiao Wu is waiting… I can't fail her!
He weaved through collapsing trees, never even glancing toward the battlefield of titans. Title Douluo may clash above, but here among the roots and soil—he still had a chance.
The ghostly phantom of his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track left flickers behind trunks as he ran. His fingers flexed, flicks of steel shining between them.
"Chichichichichi—!"
Dozens of glints shot outward, straight from his hands, bursting against the night like stars. He reached for the Moonlit Night at Twenty-Four Bridges across his waist. A crossbow of gleaming steel appeared in his hand—the Zhuge Godly Crossbow.
Swish—!
A rain of darts spat out with violent precision, aimed squarely at Lordiala.
The Contra's eyes narrowed, feathers bristling. A single boy? Thinks he can threaten me?
Metal cylinders appeared in Tang San's palms. He flicked wrist after wrist. Purple light flashed in his gaze as he empowered each weapon with soul force. Silent black bolts cut forward, almost invisible.
Lordiala's skin crawled. He recognized threat—the hidden weapons screamed death far louder than they looked.
"You damn little ghost!" The Contra's third and fourth rings flared. Golden wings sprouted out like knife-edges.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
A dozen clashed into the wings. Sparks crackled madly. Many weapons were deflected, tangled by soul power. Yet still a few got close. The wings curled, shielding the unconscious Xiao Wu clutched in his talons.
His laugh slashed out. "That's it? You think your toys can pierce me?"
But Tang San was already closing distance, within ten meters, his Blue Silver Grass exploding outward like nets.
"Web Bind!"
Eight spider spears shot from his back, stabbing forward with lethal venom. Hidden weapons layered over. Poisonous mist hissed.
A Calculated Sacrifice
"Small tricks!"
Lordiala sneered, uncoiling a blazing punch. His full Contra-powered fist slammed forward—
BOOM!
Tang San was smashed mid-air like a cracked doll, chest caving, body whistling away through the forest.
One strike. Not even worth two.
But a heartbeat later his eyes narrowed. Wait—!
Behind the trail of blood Tang San left, the webbing and Blue Silver strands had whipped backward, not forward. And in their cocoon like spider silk—Xiao Wu's frame was pulled away.
That brat never meant to beat me head-on—he used my own strike to carry him away!
The realization made him freeze. Fury convulsed his chest.
Rescue and Pain
Tang San's body slammed heavily into the ground, the Eight Spider Lances trembling on his back—broken, yet having taken the full shock. His vision blurred. His ribs were searing; his guts howled.
But as he gasped, his gaze fought to clear. Tied firmly beside him with blue-violet vines—Xiao Wu, wrapped safe like a cocoon.
"...I saved her."
Agony tore through his body, but laughter clawed from his lips. "Xiao Wu… I pulled you away…"
Somewhere behind, his father and uncle fought like gods to tear Spirit Hall apart. If he could crawl back, there would be safety.
His lips stretched into a bloody smile.
Lu Yuan's Chaotic Arrival
Then—
Whump!
The air cracked as a foot smashed brutally into his face.
Tang San's eyes exploded wide—before black thunder drowned him.
"...Wha—?" His breath cut sharply. Then he collapsed unconscious, face-first in soil.
Lu Yuan blinked above him, wine jug swinging lazily at his side. The Soul Emperor had rushed here after securing Liu Erlong and his son. His drunken eyes stared at the boy crumpled under his kick.
"...Eh?" Lu Yuan scratched his head sheepishly. "What the hell's this? Did I drunk-kick the wrong guy?"
He nudged Tang San with a boot. Nothing. The kid was out cold.
Then his eyes caught what the boy had been dragging. A zongzi-like bundle, wrapped in Blue Silver silk.
Lu Yuan crouched with a laugh. "Heh—what's this? A big dumpling at my banquet?" He untied it—revealing the unconscious Xiao Wu.
"Oh… it's you, little rabbit."
Lordiala's Rage
"YOU!!!"
A blazing bellow thundered above. Lordiala dived back down, flanked by dozens of Spirit Hall's Soul Emperors and Saints. He nearly cracked his fangs gnashing.
The boy had vanished. And who did he find instead?
Lu Yuan. Again.
Every hair on his neck rose. Once, as a Soul King, this brat had matched him. And now—behind Lu Yuan shimmered three glowing purple rings, three black.
A Soul Emperor.
His scalp prickled. I've clawed myself from Soul King to Soul Emperor over hard years. This freak… drinks, fights, toys with girls, and somehow climbs like a rocket.
For the first time, panic stirred.
But he had no choice. He croaked furiously: "Attack! Together!"
Soul Saints and Emperors rushed forward chaotically, pouring skills.
Lu Yuan merely drew his long sword. His rings snapped alive instantly. Surge and Sword Will activated as one.
Swoosh!
The spiritual pressure blasted the area open, shredding the weaker Saints' knees beneath weight.
Sword Formation
Lu Yuan pointed his blade upward. Calm as ever.
"Third soul skill—Sword Formation."
From the heavens it rained blades. Razor-thin swords of pure spirit energy cascaded downward. The scope was massive, covering every foe approaching.
Even those who flared defensive domes broke within seconds, their barriers slicing apart. Screams erupted as bodies were flung backward, bleeding. The Saints collapsed in heaps, Emperors staggering half-dead.
Lordiala's gut twisted.
"No choice!" His seventh ring flared desperately.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"
His wings broadened, body entirely consumed in the form of a blazing golden eagle. His wingspan tore stormwinds into the sky.
Then, with his eighth ring blazing, he cried: "Scarlet Flame Golden Eagle!"
Light condensed into a radiant halo above his crown before bursting into a scorching pillar of white-hot flame, spearing toward Lu Yuan.
Freak vs Eagle
Lu Yuan didn't even flinch. He smiled faintly, sword body trembling.
"Ha! Again you, old bird!"
His figure blurred—Sword Qi Teleport. His blade split, nine shadows forming in the lines of Air Break Slash. They shot forward like hunting dogs.
"Chichichichi—!"
The eagle's wings convulsed. Feathers ripped loose beneath invisible blades.
He screamed, his body losing height.
Lu Yuan teleported behind. "Slash through—!"
Blade shadows carved directly across the golden eagle's frame. Three cuts slammed into his body.
BOOM.
He spiraled down, smashed into the earth, bleeding from wing and beak alike.
The Saints hovering froze, their courage collapsing. Not one dared move.
If Lordiala, an eight-ring Contra, collapsed in only two exchanges—what about them?
Even Hu Liena, watching pale-faced through the forest, whispered with disbelief, "He's… stronger again. Already beyond my reach…"
The battlefield shifted in a breath.
Lu Yuan had entered. And as always, the freak turned the heavens upside down.
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