At that moment, Yu Daoyun stepped out of the Soul Hunting Squad and glanced at Long Aotian, a look of arrogance in his eyes.
He admitted the Body Martial Soul was powerful. By using one's own body as a foundation to develop its potential, a person could reach the pinnacle of human strength.
The battle between Mu En and Du Bisou a hundred years ago had made it clear: there truly was no limit.
But comparing Long Aotian to the Golden Dragon, and pitting his strength against the Golden Dragon King's, showed a complete lack of perspective about their respective strengths.
Could Long Aotian really compare to the Golden Dragon King in strength?
Yu Daoyun spoke up. "Senior, I'm the student personally taught by Elder Mu. My Martial Soul is the Golden Dragon. I heard you were looking for me?"
Du Busi narrowed his eyes and said gravely, "Golden Dragon Soul Master, you certainly look strong from head to toe. You remind me of that old bastard Mu En when he was young—young and full of spirit. But it seems you've only just obtained your fourth Soul Ring. Your aptitude's a little lacking."
"Shrek really has fallen off. Its future pillars only have four rings. Once that old bastard dies, Shrek will have no one to carry on its legacy. Hahaha..."
Yan Shaozhe, standing nearby, immediately bristled and retorted, "Senior Du Busi, have you forgotten? Ultimate Martial Souls cultivate extremely slowly before level seventy, let alone the Golden Dragon Martial Soul, the Ancestor of Strength."
"I doubt it'll take ten years for you to fall behind the Body Sect."
Xian Lin'er chimed in, "Your Body Sect may have plenty of Titled Douluo, but it doesn't seem to have an heir either, does it?"
Yu Daoyun raised his chin and added, "Senior, I'm only nine years old. Your prized disciple seems to be two and a half years older than me, and yet he's only a Soul King."
At that, Du Busi's smile gradually faded, and his expression turned stern.
Only then did he realize how serious the situation was.
A nine-year-old Soul Ancestor, an Ultimate Martial Soul—the Golden Dragon—and slow cultivation...
When those words came together, Du Busi suddenly couldn't smile anymore.
This little fellow before him was even more terrifying than Mu En had been at the same age. If he broke through level seventy one day, every disciple of the Body Sect would be left in the dust.
Even so, Du Busi kept a mocking smile on his face and replied, "You're certainly impressive, but you're still a long way from matching the Body Sect."
"Kid, do you dare test your strength against Aotian?"
Yu Daoyun glanced at Long Aotian. "I stepped forward to prove how powerful the Golden Dragon is. Why else would I have come out? I'm happy to spar with your disciple, but what's the wager?"
Du Busi narrowed his eyes. This kid's clever. He knows to ask for a stake.
But he really did want to see whether the Golden Dragon was as powerful as the rumors claimed.
Du Busi activated his Storage Soul Tool and took out a Soul Bone. "This is a ten-thousand-year Silver Moon Wolf King right leg bone. If you beat Aotian, it's yours.
"If you lose, I won't hold it against a child like you. Just say, 'The Body Sect is awesome,' right to my face. How's that?"
What generosity... Yu Daoyun smiled. "I never expected you to be so generous. Since you're putting up a Soul Bone, I'll humor you. I'll let Long Aotian use his Soul Skill first, so I can see how strong he is."
Du Busi laughed. "Quite confident, aren't you, little fellow? Let's see whether you can win that Soul Bone from this old man."
Then he turned his gaze to Long Aotian.
Long Aotian had been itching to fight for a while.
Being looked down on by a Soul Ancestor when he was a Soul King would get under anyone's skin.
Yu Daoyun beckoned him over. "Use your Soul Skill!"
"Kid, you dare look down on me? I'll show you the power of the Body Martial Soul today..."
Long Aotian clenched his fist. His first and third Soul Rings lit up, his body turned bronze, and a surge of Soul Power burst around him. He lunged forward and swung his right fist.
Yu Daoyun merely raised a hand to block. Golden dragon scales covered his right palm.
BOOM!
A sonic boom rang out as Long Aotian's fist landed squarely on Yu Daoyun's hand.
Yu Daoyun only took half a step back. "You've got plenty of momentum, but your strength falls short."
Long Aotian's face flushed, his expression twisting.
Arrogant!
In an instant, all five of Long Aotian's Soul Rings lit up in succession. His fist swelled to the size of a boulder, and he struck Yu Daoyun again.
This time, Yu Daoyun staggered back several steps. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Now that's some real strength, but you're still too weak for me. You might be able to beat someone your own rank to death, but killing me would be harder than scaling the heavens."
"Let me show you what real strength looks like."
With that, Yu Daoyun closed his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he unleashed the power of his bloodline and channeled it into his right fist. His first Soul Ring suddenly lit up, releasing the essence of the Golden Dragon Fist.
Form and Spirit Unite—strike a single point.
The next moment, Yu Daoyun charged forward and threw a punch.
Long Aotian's expression changed sharply. He raised both arms to block.
BOOM!
Long Aotian went flying and slammed into a rock wall. His bones cracked, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
That punch shattered everything he thought he knew about Dragon Clan Martial Souls.
What terrifying strength!
But Yu Daoyun wasn't done. He swung his left fist and shouted, "Second Soul Skill, Golden Dragon Blast!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The rock wall was smashed to pieces. Long Aotian was blasted out, then caught in Yu Daoyun's relentless barrage of punches and kicks.
Long Aotian's screams came one after another as blood sprayed from his mouth.
The brutal scene made the Soul Hunting Squad students remember the eight-year-old who had torn an Evil Soul Master apart with his bare hands and blown an Undead to pieces with one punch.
He was ferocious!
This wasn't a Soul Master. He was a rampaging Super Soul Beast.
Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er held back their laughter without saying a word, simply watching Du Busi.
It was so hard not to laugh!
Why do you think we aren't stopping him? Because we have absolute faith in Yu Daoyun's strength. It was no joke when he crushed an Inner Court senior's dream of becoming a legend in just a few blows.
As Du Busi watched the brutal scene, his expression grew darker and darker.
The Body Sect's strongest disciple, Long Aotian, was being pummeled by Mu En's student.
It seemed impossible, yet it was happening right in front of him.
It was as if Yu Daoyun weren't beating Long Aotian at all, but rather a young Mu En were chasing after the Body Sect's disciples and thrashing them until they couldn't fight back.
The boy was only nine. Given time, once he broke through to become a Titled Douluo, wouldn't he be able to crush Super Douluo from all walks of life with one hand?
Du Busi's killing intent surfaced at once.
Should he take this opportunity to wipe out Shrek's future and eliminate its greatest threat?
The fact that this kid could overpower Long Aotian was enough to prove he was one of the strongest of the younger generation.
If the Body Sect ever faced a Sea God Pavilion Master like him, it would surely suffer catastrophic losses.
But after a fierce inner struggle, Du Busi abandoned the idea of killing a child. It wasn't because he was kind; he simply couldn't bring himself to harm one.
He had always acted with integrity and taken responsibility for his deeds. He wasn't a hypocrite like Mu En.
If he killed Yu Daoyun now, how could the Body Sect ever stand on the mainland again?
Even the Spirit Hall of ten thousand years ago had tolerated the Clear Sky Sect running wild despite its lack of a level ninety-nine Peak Douluo. The Body Sect could surely tolerate a nine-year-old child.
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