Golden Crocodile Douluo Was Shocked: Xu Yu Was Level 98, Yet His Strength Rivaled a Level 99 Limit Douluo?!

"Your Highness, let me handle this."

Just then, a low, hoarse voice rang out behind Xu Zhao.

An old man in a dark green robe slowly stepped forward. His face was gaunt, but his eyes glimmered with an eerie green light.

With every step he took, the air around him seemed to warp, and a sickeningly sweet, pungent smell began to spread.

It was Wei Kurong!

"That old fool is unbearably noisy. I've just developed a new poison and need a decent test subject."

Wei Kurong licked his purplish-black lips, his eyes alight with bloodthirsty excitement.

Xu Zhao glanced at Wei Kurong and gave a slight nod.

"Go ahead."

"Since he's a Spirit Hall worship, don't let him lose too badly..."

"Just leave him breathing."

"I obey!"

Wei Kurong let out a cackling laugh, and his body instantly dissolved into a cloud of green poison smoke, drifting down from the city wall.

"Where did this old ghost come from? Quit your theatrics!"

Seeing that his opponent had sent out only a sickly-looking old man, Demon Subduing Douluo flew into a rage.

He swung the Coiling Dragon Staff down with tremendous force!

"Theatrics?"

Wei Kurong's body twisted in midair, nimbly dodging the powerful blow.

Then nine Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

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

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

Demon Subduing Douluo's pupils contracted sharply.

The instant the ninth Soul Ring lit up,

an aura more terrifying and sinister than Demon Subduing Douluo's swept across the battlefield!

Level 97!

"Little brat, you think you're worthy of playing with a staff in front of me?"

Wei Kurong chuckled ominously and thrust out his right hand.

His withered palm instantly transformed into a green claw, its deadly poison corroding the very air as it lunged for Demon Subduing Douluo's throat!

"What?!

Level 97?!"

Feeling the Soul Power completely suppressing his own, Demon Subduing Douluo's expression changed drastically.

He had never imagined that some old man from the Great Sun Prince Mansion would be a Super Douluo, one level above him!

And a poison user at that—the most troublesome kind!

Was this the Wei Kurong whose title, like Dugu Bo's, was "Poison"?

"Not good!"

"Is that Wei Kurong?"

Seeing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils contracted, and golden light flashed in his hand.

He couldn't help but prepare to rush in and save him.

"Hmph!"

Just as Golden Crocodile Douluo was about to spring into action,

a cold snort boomed beside his ear like thunder from the heavens.

It wasn't aimed at the tens of thousands of soldiers present.

Instead, it focused into a single line and struck straight into Golden Crocodile Douluo's spiritual sea.

On the city wall, Xu Yu didn't even fully raise his eyelids. He merely took a casual step forward.

Not a single Soul Ring lit up, and there was no sign of Martial Soul Possession.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, floating nonchalantly in midair.

Yet that one simple step seemed to land upon the very pulse of the world.

BOOM—!!!

An indescribably terrifying pressure bore down on Golden Crocodile Douluo from afar!

"Th-this is?!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's body, already surging forward, was forcibly halted by the invisible force.

He could only feel the air around him solidifying into steel.

Every inch of space pressed against his bones, producing a grating, creaking sound.

In that instant, alarm bells rang in Golden Crocodile Douluo's mind, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

A long-forgotten, suffocating sense of impending death engulfed him.

"Martial Soul..."

Driven by instinctive fear, Golden Crocodile Douluo was about to summon his Golden Crocodile King Avatar to resist the pressure.

But just before his Soul Power could erupt,

he suddenly realized that the terrifying pressure, though as immense as a mountain, hadn't actually struck him.

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

Golden Crocodile Douluo forcibly stopped himself from summoning his Martial Soul, though cold sweat already covered his forehead.

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

"How is this possible..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's heart churned with shock, and his breathing grew ragged.

"He hasn't used his Martial Soul or even released his Soul Rings. Just his aura alone has me suppressed to this extent..."

"How could this be the aura of a Level 98 Peak Douluo?

This is clearly...

This is clearly the pressure of a Level 99 Limit Douluo!"

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

That terrifying state of being one with the world, able to command its vast power with every movement.

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

(Qian Daoliu was only Level 99 in his normal form.)

"Could it be that Xu Yu, the Great Sun King, has been hiding his true strength all along?

Has he already taken that final half-step?"

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

The confidence he'd felt in his side's formidable lineup vanished in an instant.

With Qian Daoliu absent, he wasn't Xu Yu's match!

Then Golden Crocodile Douluo abruptly turned his gaze toward the battlefield below, where Wei Kurong was facing off against Demon Subduing Douluo.

A powerful sense of unease welled up within him.

If Level 98 Xu Yu's true strength rivaled that of a Level 99 Limit Douluo,

then...

Just how terrifying was Wei Kurong, the Level 97 Poison Douluo from the Great Sun Prince Mansion, who also possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

"Level 97, yet comparable to a Level 98 Peak Douluo?!"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression turned grim.

If that was the case, then Level 96 Demon Subduing Douluo, even with a top-tier weapon Martial Soul like the Coiling Dragon Staff,

would be no match for Wei Kurong!

"Seventh Brother is in danger!"

As if to confirm Golden Crocodile Douluo's suspicion,

the battle had already become a one-sided rout.

"Coiling Dragon Staff Technique! Quake!"

Demon Subduing Douluo roared as he swung the Coiling Dragon Staff, turning it into a dark red storm.

Each blow carried enough force to split mountains and shatter stone, as he tried to smash the sinister old man before him into pulp.

But what left him utterly frustrated was this:

Every attack felt like it was striking cotton—or slashing through empty poison mist.

"Cackle, cackle! Too slow, far too slow..."

Wei Kurong's figure darted through the shadows of the staff like a ghost. He hadn't even activated his Martial Soul Avatar. With nothing but his uncanny footwork and mastery of poison, he toyed with Demon Subduing Douluo.

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

"Third Soul Skill, Green Phosphorus Ghost Claw."

Wei Kurong's hands flashed in rapid succession, each move flowing seamlessly into the next, leaving Demon Subduing Douluo no chance to catch his breath.

In an instant, a sea of green mist enveloped Demon Subduing Douluo.

The Soul Power barrier protecting his seemingly indestructible Coiling Dragon Staff began to sizzle and corrode in the poisonous smoke, its light rapidly dimming.

Before Demon Subduing Douluo could dispel the poison, several green Ghost Claws shot out from vicious angles, striking for his joints and vital points!