Bone Douluo Spits Blood! Blue Silver God King! Never-Ending Vitality!

With Bone Douluo as the center, the air within a hundred-meter radius solidified, and the ground began to crack inch by inch.

A chilling aura of bone permeated the area, and the surrounding space groaned under the unbearable pressure, beginning to distort slightly!

The terrifying ninety-fifth-level pressure of Bone Douluo Gu Rong descended upon the entire Blue Silver Academy like an invisible mountain.

However, this momentum, which would have shattered the courage of any ordinary soul master, acted like a clay ox entering the sea when it reached the perimeter of the small courtyard, failing to stir up even a single ripple.

The figure in white at the second-floor window continued to sip tea leisurely, as if the world-destroying aura below were nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

Gu Rong's pupils contracted sharply.

What a powerful domain!

No, this is not a domain!

This is... this space itself is repelling his power!

The gravity in his heart deepened, and a chilling killing intent seeped into his hoarse voice.

"Young man, this old man will give you one last chance."

"Bring out your full strength and fight me."

"Otherwise, you will die!"

He spoke these five words extremely slowly, each one squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the majesty of a Title Douluo whose words become law.

However, Chen Xuan simply drained his teacup and set it down gently.

"No need."

He responded nonchalantly; his voice was not loud, yet it reached Gu Rong's ears with perfect clarity.

After a brief pause, he continued.

"I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I might accidentally kill you."

Boom!

This sentence carried more impact than any soul skill, instantly igniting the boundless fury of Gu Rong as a Title Douluo.

"Arrogant!"

Gu Rong laughed in his rage.

"Good! A fine, ignorant brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, this old man will grant your wish!"

He wasted no more words, and the first soul ring beneath his feet—that hundred-year yellow ring—suddenly lit up!

"First Soul Skill, Bone Dragon Thrust!"

Before the words had even faded, the earth beneath his feet began to tremble violently.

Crack! Crack-crack-crack!

The bluestone ground outside the courtyard instantly shattered, and dozens of pale white bone spikes erupted from the soil!

Each bone spike was as thick as an arm, their tips gleaming with a ghostly white light.

Covered in spiral patterns, they resembled the hideous fangs of the Grim Reaper. Carrying an aura capable of tearing through everything, they shot toward Chen Xuan at the second-floor window from all directions at an incredibly tricky angle!

The air was pierced, emitting a shrill, whistling sound.

There was a hint of conceit in Gu Rong's eyes.

Although he was angry, he had not lost his reason.

He had used only thirty percent of his power for this strike, intending it as a probe.

He wanted to see what kind of ability this young man possessed that gave him the nerve to utter such wild words.

However, facing this overwhelming onslaught, Chen Xuan at the window performed an action that nearly made Gu Rong's eyes pop out of his head.

He yawned.

Yes, he stretched his limbs and then lazily let out a yawn.

He looked as if he were not facing the fierce attack of a Title Douluo, but rather watching a play that was putting him to sleep.

"Is that it?"

Chen Xuan even had the leisure to offer a critique.

The fury in Gu Rong's heart was instantly replaced by astonishment.

He had been slighted.

He had been completely and utterly ignored!

Could it be... that he had overestimated him?

Was this kid just a blowhard playing tricks? Was all the spiritual energy in this courtyard merely the effect of some special formation?

A thought flashed through Gu Rong's mind, and he even prepared to pull back his attack.

To trade blows with a fellow who only knew how to wag his tongue was simply beneath the dignity of Bone Douluo.

But in the very next instant!

A sudden change occurred!

Just a split second before those dozens of bone spikes were about to pierce Chen Xuan, a soft, violet-gold light quietly ignited before him.

A massive leaf of Blue Silver Grass appeared out of thin air, stretching horizontally before the window.

The leaf was several meters in size, its entire body shimmering with a noble violet-gold hue.

The veins on the leaf were distinct, as if containing the profound truths of heaven and earth, and a vast, surging aura of life emanated from it, instantly washing away the chilling aura of death attached to the bone spikes.

Clang, clang, clang, clang—!

A rapid, dense series of crisp sounds rang out, like metal striking metal.

Those bone spikes, capable of piercing through steel plates, struck this Blue Silver Grass leaf as if hitting a barrier forged from divine gold, unable to advance even a single inch!

"What?!"

Gu Rong's pupils constricted violently.

Blocked?

It was blocked just like that, with such effortless ease?!

How could this be!

Just as his mind was reeling in shock, something even more horrifying happened.

A massive, irresistible force of counter-shock surged back along the connection between him and his soul skill, violently recoiling!

That power was not merely a physical impact; it was infused with a source of life force that was pure to the extreme.

The moment it touched his cold, bone-based soul power, it was like boiling oil poured onto snow, instantly triggering a violent conflict!

"Pfft!"

Gu Rong felt as if his chest had been struck by a heavy hammer; a sweetness rose in his throat, and he could no longer suppress the blood surging upward, spraying it out in a wild spurt!

The soul power within his body churned like a stormy sea, his blood flowed in reverse, and his meridians throbbed with tearing pain.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

He was forced back seven or eight steps by this immense force, each step leaving a half-inch deep footprint on the hard bluestone floor before he could barely steady himself.

Gu Rong looked up, his eyes filled with shock.

He was injured.

The opponent hadn't even moved a finger, yet he had been injured!

This was an utter humiliation!

"Good! Very good!"

Gu Rong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, two flames of frantic battle intent igniting within his deep-set eye sockets.

"I underestimated you!"

"Next, I am going to get serious!"

He let out a roar, holding nothing back.

"Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

Boom—!

The seventh soul ring beneath his feet, that ink-black ten-thousand-year soul ring, shone with brilliant light!

A blinding white light erupted from his body, and his thin, long frame expanded and transformed rapidly within the radiance!

In the blink of an eye, a massive Bone Dragon, over thirty meters long and composed entirely of ghastly white bones, appeared outside the courtyard!

Every bone of the dragon looked as if it had been carved from white jade, exuding an aura of death and ill omen.

In its hollow eye sockets, two ghostly green soul fires burned fiercely; just a single glance was enough to make one's soul tremble.

A pressure several times stronger than before swept across the entire area!

The very space distorted slightly under this power, emitting a groan of unbearable strain.

"Finally, you've brought out some real skill."

From the second-floor window, Chen Xuan's voice drifted down leisurely; he had stood up at some point and walked slowly to the window.

"Since that's the case, I suppose I shall make my move."

"ROAR!"

The massive Bone Dragon let out a roar that shook the soul, its ghostly green soul fires locked firmly onto Chen Xuan.