Chen Xuan, God of Life! Blue Silver God King! Bone Douluo Backs Down!

"Bring it on!"

Chen Xuan heard this, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

He did not summon his spirit rings, nor did he make any complex movements.

He simply raised his right hand, slowly.

The next moment.

The entire Blue Silver Academy, along with the surrounding space, shuddered violently!

Rumble!

The ground began to shake intensely, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

In front of Gu Rong's massive Bone Dragon Avatar, within that small courtyard, a plant began to grow frantically!

A flash of purple-gold light broke through the soil; initially just a seedling, it shot upward in an instant at a speed that defied all logic!

Ten zhang!

Fifty zhang!

A hundred zhang!

In the blink of an eye, a colossal Purple Gold Blue Silver Grass, hundreds of zhang tall and blotting out the sky, stood between heaven and earth!

Its vines were thicker than Gu Rong's Bone Dragon Avatar, covered in profound purple-gold patterns, with every leaf as large as a canopy, cascading with auras of life.

Gu Rong's massive Bone Dragon Avatar appeared as small as a child's toy in front of this enormous Blue Silver Grass.

"This... this is..."

Gu Rong's soul fire flickered violently, and a fear originating from the depths of his soul spread uncontrollably.

He felt a power emanating from this Blue Silver Grass that made him tremble!

It was the power of life!

It was pure, vast, and supreme life force!

Under the shroud of this power, he felt the circulation of his spirit power become sluggish.

Even the bones constituting his martial soul avatar were emitting faint whimpers, as if they would be assimilated and dissolved by this life aura at any moment!

His vitality was being stripped away!

This was no spirit skill!

This was power bordering on the laws of the world!

Too terrifying!

What kind of monster is this man?!

Gu Rong dared not be the slightest bit careless; an intense sense of crisis forced him to activate his strongest defensive spirit skill in advance.

"Second Spirit Skill, Bone Dragon Armor!"

The second century-old yellow ring beneath his feet lit up, and in an instant, a layer of incredibly thick, bony armor rapidly covered the entirety of his Bone Dragon Avatar, protecting him tightly.

It was at this moment that Chen Xuan's raised hand moved.

He pressed his index and middle fingers together and pointed them from afar at the massive Bone Dragon Avatar.

"Go."

The word was light and airy.

The hundreds-of-zhang-tall Purple Gold Blue Silver Grass seemed to receive a monarch's decree.

The tip of its massive main vine instantly constricted, transforming into a giant spear shimmering with purple-gold divine light!

Whoosh!

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any sonic boom tearing through the sky.

The giant spear formed by the Blue Silver Grass simply shivered, and then vanished from where it stood.

It wasn't fast!

It had directly pierced through space!

By the time Gu Rong's consciousness reacted, the spear, containing infinite life force, had already appeared before his chest!

Gu Rong's soul fire contracted to the extreme!

He had no time to make any evasive maneuvers!

Puchi—!

A soft sound.

His Bone Dragon Armor, which he took pride in as being able to withstand a full-force strike from a Title Douluo of the same rank, was as fragile as paper beneath that purple-gold spear tip, instantly pierced through!

The spear's momentum remained undiminished, tearing through the hard chest bones of the Bone Dragon Avatar like a hot knife through butter!

"Roar—!"

A howl of extreme, piercing agony erupted from the mouth of the Bone Dragon.

Specks of soul power, like splattered blood, gushed forth from that massive wound!

The colossal true form of the Bone Dragon could no longer be maintained; it shattered inch by inch in mid-air, dissolving into points of light.

Gu Rong's figure was knocked out from within, a hideous, bloody hole piercing through his chest as blood poured out like a fountain, staining the front of his robes crimson.

"Urgh... ah..."

An indescribable, excruciating pain swept through his entire body, his face twisting in extreme agony until he could no longer support himself, his knees buckling with a heavy thud as he collapsed to the ground.

Yet, in his mind, that scene kept playing on a loop.

The elegance of that single finger strike.

That spear that had pierced through space itself.

How did he strike? What kind of soul skill was that?

Blue Silver Grass... how could a Blue Silver Grass martial soul possibly be powerful to such a degree?!

Just as his consciousness was about to be swallowed by pain and terror, that gentle, indifferent voice drifted down from the second floor once again.

"I haven't even used my full strength yet; why have you already knelt?"

Chen Xuan leaned against the window, looking down at the kneeling Gu Rong with a hint of confusion in his tone.

"Shall we continue?"

The refined and easygoing voice sounded, to Gu Rong's ears, more terrifying than the whispers of a demon from the Nine Netherworlds.

Continue?

With what could he continue?

With his life?

Gu Rong did not doubt for a second that if the other party wished, his head would be reduced to nothingness in the next instant, just like his chest.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to swallow a mouthful of blood-flecked saliva, his hoarse voice squeezing out from his throat.

"No... no more fighting."

"Your Excellency's divine might is peerless; this old man... admits defeat!"

Having said these words, it felt as though he had exhausted every ounce of his strength.

As a top-tier Titled Douluo of the continent, he had never imagined that one day he would be defeated so cleanly, so thoroughly, without even touching the hem of his opponent's garment.

Fear sprouted wildly in the depths of his heart.

He had to leave this place immediately!

The existence of this man had already exceeded the scope of his understanding; he had to report this to the Sect Master at once!

As the thought flashed through his mind, Gu Rong secretly urged his remaining soul power, attempting to use his spatial abilities to escape.

However, he soon discovered with despair that although the Purple Gold Blue Silver Grass that had pierced his true form had vanished, an invisible and majestic pressure still shrouded the entire courtyard like the firmament.

Under this pressure, his soul power circulated with extreme difficulty, and the spatial elements were deathly silent, impossible to mobilize even in the slightest.

He was like an insect stuck in a spider's web, unable to move.

It's over.

Gu Rong's heart turned cold.

He had not only lost, but he didn't even have the qualification to flee.

What... exactly did the other party want?

Could it be that he had seen through his origins and intended to silence him?

Just as Gu Rong was restless and lost in wild thoughts, Chen Xuan's calm voice sounded once more.

"You should be Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, right?"

It was not a question, but a statement.

Boom!

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded inside Gu Rong's head, leaving him completely stunned.

He had been recognized!

He had truly been recognized!

He instinctively wanted to deny it, but upon meeting Chen Xuan's calm, ripple-less eyes, all lies became stuck in his throat, and he could not utter a single word.

Before those eyes, he felt as though he had been seen through from the inside out; any attempt at concealment seemed laughable.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Gu Rong nodded stiffly and lowered his head, his demeanor as obedient as a child caught in the act of doing something wrong.

"Yes... this old man is indeed Gu Rong."