Golden Crocodile Shocked: This Xu Yu is Level 98, Yet Comparable to a Level 99 Limit Douluo?!

"Heir Prince, allow your subordinate to go."

Just then, a feminine yet raspy voice sounded from behind Xu Zhao.

An old man wearing a dark green robe with a withered face and eyes flickering with eerie emerald light slowly stepped out.

With every step he took, the surrounding air seemed to distort, and a nauseating, fishy-sweet scent quietly permeated the area.

It was none other than Wei Kurong!

"That old thing is making such a racket; I happen to have developed a new poison recently and am just lacking a decent test subject."

Wei Kurong licked his purple-black lips, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

Xu Zhao glanced at Wei Kurong and nodded slightly:

"Go."

"Since he is a Title Douluo of Martial Soul Hall, don't let him lose too miserably...

Hmm, just leave him with a breath."

"As you command!"

Wei Kurong let out a cackling laugh, his figure instantly transforming into a trail of green toxic smoke as he drifted down from the city wall.

"Where did this old ghost come from, playing tricks and acting mysterious!"

High in the air, Falling Devil Douluo was enraged to see the opponent send out only a sickly-looking old man.

The Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, smashed down fiercely!

"Playing tricks and acting mysterious?"

Wei Kurong's figure twisted strangely in mid-air, easily dodging the heavy, powerful strike.

Immediately after, nine soul rings rose slowly beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

Falling Devil Douluo's pupils shrank sharply.

The moment the ninth soul ring lit up.

An aura even more terrifying and sinister than that of Falling Devil Douluo instantly swept across the entire battlefield!

Level 97!

"Little brat, do you really think you're qualified to play with a stick in front of me?"

Wei Kurong laughed sinisterly, his right hand suddenly reaching out.

His withered palm instantly transformed into an emerald-green claw, carrying a highly corrosive poison that ate through space as it went straight for Falling Devil Douluo's throat!

"What?!

Level 97?!"

Feeling the soul power fluctuation that completely suppressed his own, Falling Devil Douluo's expression changed drastically.

He never imagined that a random old man coming out of the Great Sun Prince Mansion would actually be a Super Douluo one level higher than himself!

Moreover, he was of the most troublesome poison attribute!

Could this be that Wei Kurong, who shared the same 'Poison' title as Dugu Bo?

"Not good!"

"Is this that Wei Kurong?"

In the rear, Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils constricted violently as he saw this scene, a golden light flashing in his hand.

He couldn't help but want to intervene and rescue him.

"Hmph!"

Just as Golden Crocodile Douluo was about to erupt into action.

A cold snort, like a thunderclap from the nine heavens, exploded in his ears without warning.

This sound was not directed at the tens of thousands of troops present.

Instead, it condensed into a single line, crashing straight into Golden Crocodile Douluo's soul consciousness.

Atop the city wall, Xu Yu hadn't even fully lifted his eyelids, merely stepping forward casually.

No soul rings lit up, and there was no sign of Martial Soul Possession.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, floating in mid-air with effortless ease.

Yet, this simple step seemed to tread upon the very pulse of this world.

Boom—!!!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure bore down across the distance toward Golden Crocodile Douluo!

"This... what is this?!"

The figure of Golden Crocodile Douluo, originally about to charge forward, was forced to a dead stop in its tracks by this invisible aura.

He felt as if the surrounding air had instantly solidified into steel.

Every inch of space was crushing his bones, emitting a teeth-grinding "creak."

In that instant, alarm bells rang wildly in the heart of Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the hair all over his body stood on end.

A long-forgotten, suffocating sensation of impending death instantly enveloped his entire body.

"Martial Soul..."

Driven by instinctive fear, Golden Crocodile Douluo subconsciously prepared to summon his Golden Crocodile King Avatar to resist this pressure.

But just a second before his soul power was about to erupt.

He suddenly realized that although that terrifying pressure was as heavy as a mountain, it had not actually launched an attack.

It was merely like a Wall of Sighs, standing between him and the battlefield, full of warning.

Golden Crocodile Douluo forcibly halted the motion of summoning his Martial Soul, though his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

He looked up in shock and uncertainty, staring fixedly at the middle-aged man suspended in mid-air.

"How is this possible..."

A stormy sea surged in the heart of Golden Crocodile Douluo, and his breathing became rapid:

"Without using a Martial Soul, without even releasing a single soul ring, he can suppress this old man to such an extent with just his own aura..."

"How can this be a rank 98 peak Douluo?

This is clearly...

This is clearly the oppressive feeling that only a rank 99 Limit Douluo possesses!!"

As the Second Worship who had served Qian Daoliu for many years, Golden Crocodile Douluo was all too familiar with this feeling.

That terrifying realm of seeming to merge with heaven and earth, capable of stirring the momentum of the world with a mere gesture.

He had only ever felt it from his eldest brother, Qian Daoliu.

(In his standard form, Qian Daoliu is only rank 99.)

"Could it be that this Great Sun Prince Xu Yu has been hiding his strength all along?

Has he actually taken that final half-step?"

The more Golden Crocodile Douluo thought about it, the more his heart pounded with fear.

The confidence he had originally felt due to his side's powerful lineup vanished in an instant.

With Qian Daoliu absent, he was no match for this Xu Yu!

Following this, the gaze of Golden Crocodile Douluo shifted abruptly to the battlefield below, looking at Wei Kurong, who was currently confronting Falling Devil Douluo.

His heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of unease welled up.

If the true combat power of the rank 98 Xu Yu was already comparable to a rank 99 Limit Douluo.

Then...

To what terrifying degree must the strength of this rank 97 Poison Douluo, Wei Kurong—who also hailed from the Great Sun Prince Mansion and possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring—actually reach?

"Rank 97 comparable to a rank 98 peak?!"

As soon as this thought emerged, the expression of Golden Crocodile Douluo turned extremely ugly.

If this were the case, even with the rank 96 Falling Devil Douluo wielding a top-tier tool Martial Soul like the Coiling Dragon Staff.

He would be no match for the opponent at all!

"Number Seven is in danger!"

As if to confirm the conjecture of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

In the center of the battlefield, the situation had already become a one-sided crushing defeat.

"Coiling Dragon Staff Technique! Quake!"

Falling Devil Douluo roared repeatedly, the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hands dancing into a dark red storm.

Every strike carried the terrifying force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, attempting to smash the sinister old man before him into pulp.

However, what made him feel incomparably stifled was.

Every one of his attacks felt like hitting cotton, or slashing into a void of poisonous mist.

"Hehehe, too slow, too slow..."

The figure of Wei Kurong weaved through the staff shadows like a ghost; he hadn't even activated his Avatar of Martial Soul, yet with his eerie and unpredictable movement techniques and poison arts, he played Falling Devil Douluo like a puppet.

"First Soul Skill, Bone-Eroding Poison Smoke."

"Third Soul Skill, Green Phosphorus Ghost Claw."

Wei Kurong waved his hands repeatedly, his moves connecting in a fluid stream, giving Falling Devil Douluo no chance to catch his breath.

The sky-filling green mist instantly enveloped Falling Devil Douluo.

The originally impenetrable protective soul light of the Coiling Dragon Staff emitted a "hissing" corrosive sound under the erosion of the poison smoke, its radiance rapidly dimming.

Before Falling Devil Douluo could disperse the poison smoke, several green ghost claws reached out from incredibly tricky angles, viciously clawing at his vital joints!