Outside Vast Sea City.
Over the boundless sea, the sky suddenly darkened, and countless bolts of lightning struck down. Amid the flashes of thunder, a snow-white sword light cut through the heavens. A shocking explosion kicked up terrifying waves, and a white figure tore a great hole through the surge dozens of meters high, then flew backward at incredible speed.
The powerful wind pressure carved a deep, sunken path into the once-calm surface of the sea.
A moment later, the water settled, and the faintly rippling waves still carried the lingering aftermath of the battle.
The figure sent flying backward was none other than Dai Yao.
Dai Yao had both arms crossed before his chest, trembling slightly, while the blood and vital energy inside him churned without end. Blocking Sword Douluo's Eighth Soul Skill had truly been a stretch. Sword Douluo's Eighth Soul Skill could be said to be in no way inferior to an ordinary Titled Douluo's Ninth Soul Skill.
Dai Yao kept flying backward, trying to shed the force of Sword Douluo's strike, but how could Sword Douluo's attack be something a mere Spirit Emperor like him could defend against unscathed?
His figure retreated at the speed of light, swept past the coastline, flew back onto land, and smashed into a mountain range before he finally dispersed the force.
After a long while, Dai Yao gradually calmed the restless blood and vital energy in his body and leaped out of the ruins. Looking over his sorry, battered clothes, he could not help but smile helplessly.
"Sword Douluo really doesn't hold back."
Ever since that day when he had entered into marriage agreements with Ning Rongrong and the other three girls, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Poison Douluo, the three Titled Douluo, had forcibly used the excuse of "tempering"