Huo Yuhao's Spirit Domain

Long Yue's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, a triumphant smile spreading across his lips as he roared, "I, Long Yue, never regret my actions! Come and fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw six deep, dark Soul Ring emerge one by one from beneath Huo Yuhao's feet.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling silver light burst forth from his body, and suits of Battle Armor quickly covered his body.

Finally, a pair of enormous silver wings unfurled behind him with a roar.

Huo Yuhao soared into the sky and hovered steadily in mid-air at the same level as Long Yue, facing him from afar.

Looking at the figure opposite him whose aura was in no way inferior to his own, Long Yue's eyes flashed with undisguised admiration and surprise.

He thought to himself, "As expected of the Federation's number one genius, he is also Soul Emperor and Two-Word Battle Armor Master."

He took a deep breath and said frankly, "At your age, I would never be your match. However, in today's battle, only victory matters, not age. In that case, I've gained the upper hand."

Huo Yuhao, however, coldly snorted without expression, "Stop talking nonsense."

He casually flicked his right hand through the air, and a slender yet sharp longsword appeared out of thin air in his palm.

With a sudden flap of his enormous silver wings, he transformed into a streak of silver light, tearing through the air as he hurtled toward Long Yue.

"Good timing!"

Long Yue laughed heartily. Facing Huo Yuhao's fierce offensive, he not only did not back down in the slightest, but his fighting spirit grew even stronger.

With a sudden flap of its dark golden Dragon Wings, it charged forward like a dark golden meteorite.

However, just as he was halfway there, Long Yue felt a sudden, sharp pain in his head, as if an invisible giant hammer had slammed into the back of his skull.

He felt as if all his limbs and bones had lost sensation at the same time, and he fell straight down from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

Just as it was about to crash heavily onto the arena below, Long Yue's dark golden Dragon Wings suddenly unfurled, tracing a daring arc along the arena floor before pulling him back up.

He hovered in mid-air, looking at Huo Yuhao opposite him, his fighting spirit replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

He reached up and rubbed his temples, which were still throbbing slightly, and said in a low voice, "As expected of the Spirit Eyes Martial Soul, its Divine Power is truly formidable."

"However, my Divine Power is not weak either; defeating me won't be so easy."

A fleeting, almost imperceptible look of surprise crossed Huo Yuhao's face, as if he hadn't expected Long Yue to regain consciousness so quickly.

At Star Luo Stadium, the initial burning excitement and exhilaration in the eyes of more than 300,000 spectators were gradually fading, replaced by growing confusion and bewilderment.

They stared wide-eyed at the massive arena below, but instead of the intense, bone-crunching duel and Soul Skill clashes they had imagined between the two geniuses, they witnessed none of it.

They only saw one person standing on the ring, and another floating above it.

After exchanging harsh words, it was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and there was no further action. Almost no one understood what had happened.

However, in VIP room number one, Saint Dragon Douluo Enci's expression suddenly changed.

His eyes, which had been half-closed, suddenly widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his right hand slammed heavily on the sofa armrest almost instinctively, causing him to spring up from the sofa instantly.

He walked a few steps to the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at Huo Yuhao's figure on the arena below. His usually calm and composed face now showed an undisguised look of shock.

Seeing her teacher in such a discomfiture, Dai Tianling was filled with doubt.

He put down his teacup, stood up, walked to En Ci's side, and asked, puzzled, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

En Ci slowly turned around, her face still showing lingering shock.

His thin yet powerful hands were trembling slightly, which was almost unbelievable for a Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent.

After a moment, En Ci took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, please take a closer look at Long Yue's current condition."

The White Tiger Lineage inherits the White Tiger Martial Soul, which is also a top-tier Martial Soul, ensuring that their Innate Soul Power will not be too low.

Therefore, although Dai Tianling is the Star Luo Emperor, he has not neglected his cultivation and is now Titled Douluo.

Without asking any further questions, a surge of powerful Divine Power pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP room and landed precisely on the dark golden figure floating above the arena below.

His brows furrowed tightly, and an expression of disbelief, confusion, and shock appeared on his face.

He abruptly turned to look at En Ci, his tone filled with incomprehension. "Long Yue's aura is constantly changing, his Soul Power is greatly depleted, and he only has about half left, but they clearly haven't made a move. What's going on?"

En Ci remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Hasn't Your Majesty always wanted to know just how strong Huo Yuhao truly is? His current strength is probably already comparable to Titled Douluo."

"How is this possible?!" Dai Tianling's voice was filled with disbelief. "How old is he? Fifteen! How could a fifteen-year-old child's strength rival that of Titled Douluo?"

A complex look flashed in En Ci's eyes as she sighed, "Yes, he's only fifteen."

He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, his gaze piercing through the glass and landing on Huo Yuhao once again.

"Huo Yuhao's Soul Power cultivation may still be some distance from Level 90, but his Divine Power is too strong."

"His Divine Power has already reached the Spirit Domain Realm, and from my observation, he is not even a beginner in the Spirit Domain Realm."

"Spirit Domain Realm?!"

Dai Tianling's voice rose a few decibels, and then his expression became even more interesting.

He himself is Titled Douluo, but his Divine Power is still quite far from the Spirit Domain Realm.

In other words, in terms of Divine Power alone, this fifteen-year-old boy has far surpassed him.

En Ci nodded. "That's right, it's the Spirit Domain Realm. Huo Yuhao is using now should be his Spirit Domain."

"If it weren't for Long Yue's abnormal consumption of Soul Power, even I would have almost failed to notice that an invisible Spirit Domain had already unfolded on this arena."

Dai Tianling's breathing became more rapid, and her chest heaved violently several times.

If before he only thought Huo Yuhao had the potential to reach his limit, now he believes that this young man is very likely to become the next God on the continent.

At fifteen years old, he had reached the Spirit Domain Realm. Such monstrous talent, almost unreal, far surpassed the realm of Limit Douluo.

After a moment, Dai Tianling's expression finally returned to calm.

For a fleeting moment, a thought even crossed his mind: if he were to abdicate the throne now, could he ensure Huo Yuhao's continued presence in the Star Luo Empire?

But he ultimately shook his head, suppressing the tempting but unrealistic idea.

Through that frank and restrained conversation in the study, he had come to a clear understanding that this young man was not the kind of person who would be swayed by power and status.

However, the blood ties between them are an undeniable fact.

If Huo Yuhao can successfully seize the position of Tower Master of the Spirit Transmission Tower from the Ancient Clan in the future, the Star Luo Empire may also gain many unexpected benefits as a result.