Great Battle

Duanmu Ci's figure appeared behind the unsuspecting Yan like a phantom. His whip-kick, infused with Lightning Style Chakra, whistled through the air with a piercing sound as it landed heavily on Yan's lower back.

"Pfft—!" Yan felt an overwhelming force surge through him. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his body was sent flying like a tattered sack, crashing through several large trees before coming to a halt. His condition was unknown.

"Yan!" Hu Liena cried out in extreme distress, her alluring face instantly draining of all color.

She reacted with lightning speed, grabbing Xie Yue and standing back-to-back. Her Demon Fox Spirit instantly attached itself to her, her eyes devoid of their usual charm, replaced by sheer terror and shock.

The opponent was incredibly fast and possessed elusive spatial abilities, making him impossible to defend against.

"Third Spirit Skill, Mental Interference." As Duanmu Ci's figure ghosted in front of her once more, Hu Liena didn't hesitate to unleash her strongest control ability.

Pink mental ripples shot out like poisonous thorns, piercing directly into Duanmu Ci's mind.

However, Duanmu Ci's Rinne Sharingan, hidden beneath his cosmetic lenses, merely rotated indifferently.

"Ugh." Hu Liena's vision went black, and she let out a muffled groan, stumbling back a step. Blood immediately began to seep from her seven orifices.

"In the face of absolute power, all techniques are futile," Duanmu Ci's cold voice echoed as his figure vanished again.

The next instant, he appeared at the weakest flank of Hu Liena and Xie Yue's defensive formation.

Xie Yue's Blood Moon Blade slashed through the air with a sharp whistling sound, but Duanmu Ci ignored it.

His fist, wrapped in dense Sage Chakra, struck first despite being launched later, hitting Xie Yue's abdomen with speed that surpassed visual perception.

"Bang!" A terrifying force erupted.

Xie Yue was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. Hu Liena, behind him, was also sent tumbling and thrown aside. Both of them tumbled like rolling gourds, crashing far away in a disheveled state.

"Brat! You're asking for death!" Ghost Douluo roared. He and Chrysanthemum Douluo transformed into streams of golden and black light, flanking Duanmu Ci from left and right, locking him in their center as soon as his figure reappeared.

"Little brother, this is your last chance. Surrender now." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice had lost all its previous gentleness, replaced by suppressed, immense fury. How dare he hurt his Nana? Unforgivable.

"Bring it on!" Duanmu Ci provocatively beckoned to the two Titled Douluo with a flick of his finger.

"Arrogant!"

"We'll grant your wish!"

The Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were utterly enraged and held nothing back.

The two figures shot into the sky, hovering in mid-air.

"Spirit Avatar—Phantom!"

Ghost Douluo's figure became indistinct and ethereal. A massive, distorted phantom projection, emanating endless gloom and the aura of death, merged with him.

At this moment, both Douluo had activated their Spirit Avatars, their Spirit Rings flashing!

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, A total of eighteen Spirit Rings, like eighteen dazzling suns and deep, eerie black holes, floated side-by-side in the sky.

Vast Spirit Power fluctuations swept in all directions, changing the color of the sky and shaking the earth. This was the absolute might of Titled Douluo.

"Spectacular!"

Duanmu Ci looked up at the breathtaking scene. Instead of fear, his eyes burned with an even fiercer flame.

He took a deep breath and rapidly formed hand seals.

Since the two Douluo opposite him were using their true power, he would no longer hold back.

"Shadow Clones, release!"

His intent, like an invisible command, crossed space.

Dozens of shadow clones, sitting cross-legged and silently absorbing natural energy, thousands of miles away, instantly dissolved into wisps of white smoke.

This was his greatest trump card. As long as he had enough energy, he would never lack powerful skills.

Vast, pure natural energy surged into Duanmu Ci's body like a breached flood, overcoming spatial barriers.

The meridians throughout his body felt like they were burning with intense fire. Veins bulged on his skin, muscles tensed, and his entire body felt as if it would explode.

This was his trump card, stored for a long time to deal with desperate situations—instantaneous explosive power beyond his limits.

The price, naturally, was a long period of recovery afterward. This was only possible because he possessed the Sage Body; an ordinary person would simply explode.

"Activate! Sage Art: Wood Style: Wood Golem Technique!"

Duanmu Ci roared, slamming his hands onto the ground.

The earth trembled violently.

A colossal wooden golem, over sixty meters tall, entwined with dense, almost tangible Sage Chakra, erupted from the ground.

While it was far from the sky-shattering wood golem of Hashirama Senju, it was more than enough to contend with a Level 95 Titled Douluo.

"Sage Art: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique."

Bang bang bang bang bang...

Hundreds of shadow clones, enveloped in Sage Chakra, instantly appeared around the wooden golem and beside Duanmu Ci.

"Sage Art: Wind Style: Rasenshuriken!"

Hundreds of shadow clones simultaneously condensed energy spheres in their palms, their edges surrounded by high-frequency cutting halos.

"Go."

With Duanmu Ci's command, hundreds of Rasenshuriken, emitting destructive fluctuations, rained down upon the Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo in the sky.

"Ninth Spirit Skill, Chrysanthemum Remains, Wounds Everywhere, Petals Fall, Heartbreak."

Facing Duanmu Ci's attack, Chrysanthemum Douluo roared, his massive Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Spirit Avatar spinning wildly.

"Ninth Spirit Skill, Hellish Specters."

Ghost Douluo's chilling voice sounded almost simultaneously.

The sky above Duanmu Ci's head suddenly split open, revealing a massive, pitch-black rift exuding the stench of sulfur and the wails of lost souls.

Countless phantoms emerged from the black hole, charging towards Duanmu Ci and the giant wood golem.

"Roar—!" The wood golem let out a muffled roar, its massive wooden arms swinging upwards with immense force.

The wooden fists violently collided with the torrent of phantoms.

Innumerable specters wailed and dissipated under the sage art's radiance, while the wood golem's arms were eroded, splintering into wood dust and developing cracks.

Simultaneously, the wood golem's other massive fist, along with a Rasenshuriken, smashed towards Chrysanthemum Douluo in front of them.

Golden light and the wooden fist, along with the Rasenshuriken, collided with a thunderous impact.

Golden light and Rasenshuriken exploded, but more beams of light sliced through the gaps, heading towards Duanmu Ci.

"Sage Art: Wood Style: Wood Dragon."

A colossal Wood Dragon coiled down from the wood golem's arm, blocking the remaining golden light and tightly protecting Duanmu Ci above the golem's head.

Following this, both sides continued their fierce battle, locked in a stalemate for the moment.

"Old Ghost, use that move."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice held a trace of barely perceptible anxiety.

Duanmu Ci's techniques were endless, and more bizarrely, he hadn't revealed a single Spirit Ring so far.

They couldn't drag this out any longer. Who knew what other trump cards this brat had?

"Understood." Ghost Douluo nodded in understanding.

The two instantly abandoned their attacks, their figures transforming into streaks of golden and black light as they rapidly converged on each other.

A vast and peculiar Spirit Power fluctuation emanated from both of them.

"Spirit Fusion Skill—Yin-Yang Stillness Domain."

The two Douluo quickly merged, their golden and black lights completely intertwining.

A terrifying aura that seemed to freeze even time instantly permeated the area.

The moment the Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo moved and suddenly closed in, Duanmu Ci's internal alarm bells were already ringing furiously.

How could he forget that these two Titled Douluo still harbored a trump card capable of reversing the battle—a Spirit Fusion Skill.

In the original story, even beings as powerful as the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape were instantly subdued by this technique.

As the "Yin-Yang Stillness Domain," which made time itself seem to stagnate, suddenly descended, Duanmu Ci's pupils contracted and spun wildly.

"Phasing."

His body instantly transformed into a hazy phantom, as if existing independently outside of this frozen space-time.

The domain's light, imbued with the dual-attribute power of time, passed through his ethereal form without obstruction, as if passing through air.