Double Pupil Is The Path To Invincibility, An Extra Bone Turns It Into A Dead End

"The answer is simple."

Su Chen's gaze sharpened, and he slammed the Gavel in his hand down hard!

Clack!

"Since the bone is gone, then he shall simply grow another!"

Boom!

As Su Chen's words fell, at the very moment the Heavenly Tribulation Light was about to consume Little One.

From his chest, previously hollow and empty, a supreme divine radiance erupted—a light ten thousand times more dazzling than the scorching sun!

The brilliance of this radiance was so intense that it forcibly suppressed Shi Yi's Heavenly Tribulation Light!

"What?!"

Inside the hall, Yu Yuanzhen stood up abruptly upon seeing this, his face filled with utter disbelief.

"Wasn't his bone dug out?"

"How could he possibly still possess such power!"

Not only him, but Ning Fengzhi, Yue Guan, and even Bo Saixi in the corner were completely stunned.

According to the common knowledge of their Douluo Continent, once a martial soul is crippled and a spirit bone is excavated, it is an irreversible death sentence!

How could this Little One possibly grow a new bone?

On the high platform, Su Chen looked at the shocked crowd and smiled faintly.

"Nirvana reborn, breaking the cocoon to become a butterfly!"

"Through one life-or-death crisis after another, Little One forcibly gestated a second Supreme Bone within his shattered flesh and blood!"

"And this second bone is even stronger and more terrifying than the first!"

As the supreme radiance erupted, an extremely profound aura, one that seemed capable of reversing the ages, instantly shrouded the entire Sky Battlefield.

"Shi Yi, did you think that by taking my bone, you would be invincible under the heavens?"

"That is my bone!"

In the projection, Little One stood bathed in divine light, looking like a true young Heavenly Emperor.

"Today, I will show you what a true Supreme Treasure Technique is!"

"Samsara!"

Following Little One's low roar, a series of incredibly complex runes suddenly emerged upon the newly formed Supreme Bone in his chest.

A terrifying power capable of stripping away years and disrupting the flow of time instantly locked onto Shi Yi!

Before this power, Shi Yi's pride and joy, the Heavenly Tribulation Light, crumbled inch by inch like melting ice, dissolving into nothingness!

Furthermore, the power of Samsara did not lose its momentum, striking Shi Yi directly!

"Ah!"

In an instant, Shi Yi, who had been standing high above, let out a miserable scream.

Under the scouring of the Samsara power, his young, vibrant body began to age and wither at a speed visible to the naked eye!

His head of black hair turned snow-white in an instant, and his body, once surging with dragon-like vitality, shriveled up until he resembled a dying old man on the verge of the grave!

"This... what kind of sorcery is this?!"

Inside the Listening Rain Pavilion, the people of Douluo, who had just been certain of Shi Yi's victory, now felt their scalps tingle and their bodies turn cold.

Stripping away time? Making someone age instantly?

This law of time, which only existed in myths and legends, was actually being unleashed by a single bone!

Bo Saixi gripped her scepter so tightly that her back was already soaked in cold sweat.

Even the Sea God himself could never strip away another person's lifespan with a single strike!

"This is the innate treasure technique of the second Supreme Bone: Samsara."

Su Chen's voice was calm, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"In the face of time, all talents and all Divine Bones are but vanity."

In the projection, Shi Yi, heavily wounded by the power of Samsara, finally lost all ability to resist.

Little One took a step forward, a golden sword of law having manifested in his hand at some point.

Hand rose, sword fell!

Splurt!

That head, bearing the Double Pupil, soared into the sky!

Blood sprayed like a fountain, drenching the entire Sky Battlefield!

A generation's prodigy, the one who had fused the Double Pupil with the Supreme Bone and claimed to be born invincible—Shi Yi, the Double Pupil bearer—had fallen.

He had perished at the hands of the younger brother from whom he had stolen the bone and left to die in the Great Wilderness!

Inside the grand hall of the Listening Rain Pavilion, everyone stared blankly at the slender figure holding a magic sword, standing proudly in the void on the sky screen, unable to snap out of their daze for a long time.

The reversal was too fast, too brutal, too unexpected!

"The Double Pupil is inherently a path to invincibility; this extra bone has turned it into a path to death..."

In the private room on the second floor, Xue Qinghe watched this scene and couldn't help but let out a sigh filled with shock.

"Mr. Su."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and cupped his hands towards the high platform, asking.

"Now that the Battle of the Two Stones has concluded, and Little One has avenged his hatred."

"Will he then be able to peacefully be the number one under heaven within the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm?"

In Ning Fengzhi's view, his enemy was dead, and he himself possessed the Unique Cave Heaven and a second Supreme Bone.

With such strength, he could absolutely walk sideways in the Lower Realm.

However, Su Chen on the high platform heard this question and slowly shook his head.

"Number one under heaven?"

"Sect Master Ning, you think of this world of cultivation too simply."

Su Chen snapped his folding fan shut with a pa.

"In this Great Wilderness, there has never been any talk of peace."

"Do you all think Little One's tribulation has ended here?"

Su Chen's gaze swept across the entire audience, his voice suddenly becoming incredibly deep.

"You are gravely mistaken!"

"The Battle of the Two Stones was merely a minor interlude."

"The truly despair-inducing events are yet to come."

"Because his life is too bitter, and his tribulations too numerous; he was born to face these calamities."

As these words were spoken, everyone in the hall felt their hearts clench.

Even a battle as world-destroying as the Battle of the Two Stones was just an interlude?

Just how terrifying must the true tribulation be!

Su Chen suddenly stood up.

"The aloof giants of the Upper Realm have finally set their sights on these Eight Regions of the Lower Realm."

"In order to contend for fortune."

"Seven Deities, who have ignited the divine fire, have broken through the limitations of the realm wall and descended to the Lower Realm in their true forms!"

Descent of the Seven Gods!

As these four words were uttered, a chorus of gasps echoed through the Listening Rain Pavilion.

Gods!

Those were beings who surpassed the limits of mortals, truly ignited with divine fire!

And they came in a group of seven!

"How can this be won..." Hearing this, a flicker of despair crossed Bo Saixi's face.

She knew better than anyone how terrifying the power of a god was.

It was simply not something mortals could contend against!

"Yes, how can it be won."

Su Chen also sighed.

"These seven gods descended to the Lower Realm, slaughtering wantonly, viewing all living beings as ants."

"The Eight Regions of the Lower Realm instantly turned into a living hell!"

"Countless great sects were annihilated, countless powerful individuals perished."

"And at this time, although Little One's talent was peerless, he had ultimately not yet grown."

"Facing these seven aloof gods, he could have chosen to flee, to endure."

Speaking of which, Su Chen's gaze suddenly became extremely sharp.

"But he did not!"

"To protect Stone Village, to protect the family and friends behind him."

"He resolutely stepped forward!"

In the image, the slender youth was covered in blood, standing alone before the seven giants exuding endless divine might!

"With a mortal body, he defied the gods!"

"That battle raged until the heavens and earth went dark, and the sun and moon lost their light!"

"He exhausted every single one of his trump cards, even the second Supreme Bone he had painstakingly nurtured..."

Su Chen's voice turned hoarse.

"Before his death, he personally dug it out, forcibly peeling it from his own body to gift it to his younger brother, Qin Hao!"

What?!

Hearing this, everyone in the hall was struck as if by lightning, completely dumbfounded.

Personally dug out his second Supreme Bone?

Yu Yuanzhen widened his eyes, his voice trembling:

"Mr. Su, has he gone mad!"

Ning Fengzhi was also filled with confusion and shock:

"Did he not want to live?"

On the high platform, Su Chen looked at the expressions of disbelief below and offered a bitter smile.

"Want to live?"

"Who wouldn't want to live."

"But he knew that in this battle, his death was certain."

"He didn't dig out the Supreme Bone for any other reason; he simply wanted to leave a final shred of protection for his brother and for Stone Village!"

Knowing he would die, yet resolutely facing his end.

Digging out his own Supreme Bone before death, just to leave a glimmer of hope for his loved ones.

Such tragic intensity caused the eyes of many in the hall to turn red.

Even Bo Saixi, who had always held herself in high regard, bit her red lips tightly, a flicker of profound awe flashing in her eyes.

"In the end, he slaughtered the gods!"

Su Chen's voice suddenly rose.

"But facing the eerie Bronze Rust Immortal Curse of the final deity, he was ultimately exhausted."

In the imagery, the Young Demon King who once shook the Great Wilderness and stood unrivaled was now white-haired and withered.

His life force was being devoured frantically by that strange green rust.

"In the final moments of his life."

"He dragged his broken body back to Stone Village, back to the place that raised him."

"He lay in his parents' arms, watching the clansmen around him sobbing uncontrollably."

"He had no regrets, only a smile of relief."

"Finally, amidst the wailing of his parents, he slowly closed his eyes..."

Throughout the Listening Rain Pavilion, only suppressed sobs could be heard.

Even Yue Guan, who was known for his ruthless heart, could not help but wipe the corner of his eye.

Dead?

The Little One, who had endured countless hardships and defied fate at every turn, just died like that?

This ending was too cruel!

It was too much to accept!

"Don't say that, Mr. Su!"

A Spirit Master in the corner of the hall shouted with red eyes:

"That Little One didn't even die when his Supreme Bone was dug out; how could he possibly die from some broken green rust!"

"Mr. Su, you must be joking, right?"

Xue Qinghe could not help but stand up, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Su Chen.

Facing the pleas and questions of the crowd, Su Chen offered no explanation, simply picking up the Gavel.

Then.

Clack!

The Gavel slammed heavily onto the table!

The sharp sound instantly sent everyone's hearts into their throats.

"Shi Hao died, and his body was buried deep within the Great Wilderness."

Su Chen lifted his teacup and took a slow, deliberate sip.

"However."

"Have you forgotten that the Supreme Bone once dug from his body possessed the property of nirvana and rebirth?"

"Moreover, he still held that Supreme Immortal Root, the one even the titans of the Upper Realm covet so greedily..."

"God-Striking Stone, Imperial Butterfly, undying battle intent..."

Su Chen set down his teacup, his gaze sweeping across the countless pairs of eyes in the hall, burning with an impatience that threatened to erupt.

"In this Perfect World, where countless epochs lie buried."

"Is death truly the end?"

"A youth who does not even believe in destiny—how could he be completely buried by mere Bronze Rust?"

Su Chen offered a faint smile and flicked his wide sleeve.

"If you wish to know how Little One broke the boundaries of life and death, returned against the heavens, and stormed the Upper Realm to settle all scores..."

"We shall leave it for the next session."

As Su Chen's incredibly calm words fell, the crowd—who had been immersed in the tragic sacrifice of Little One and held in suspense by that final glimmer of hope for his resurrection—instantly erupted into chaos!

"Don't do this, Mr. Su!"

In the front row, a pot-bellied merchant slapped his thigh in desperation, completely oblivious to the teacup he had knocked over.

"The man is already buried in the dirt! How on earth did he return against the heavens? You must tell us more!"

"Exactly!" Another sect elder flushed red with anxiety.

"I have lived for more than half a lifetime and have never felt so tormented! Even if you only tell us the secret of that second Supreme Bone, that would suffice!"

"I'll pay more! I offer ten times the tea money! I beg you, sir, speak for just one more stick of incense!"

"To cut it off here—how am I supposed to close my eyes tonight? Every time I blink, my mind is filled with those Seven Deities!"

Inside the hall, the chorus of complaints rose wave after wave.

Even Ning Fengzhi, who always maintained his composure, could not help but lean forward, his eyes filled with an eager, unsatisfied longing.

Facing the agitated and nearly riotous audience below.

Su Chen, standing on the high platform, remained completely unmoved.

He tucked his folding fan into his waistband with casual ease and spoke indifferently:

"The rules of Listening Rain Pavilion cannot be broken."

"If you wish to know what happens next, please arrive early tomorrow."

After dropping this ultimatum, which left no room for negotiation.

Su Chen turned to head toward the backstage area.

Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the hall.

Two figures shrouded in black robes were staring fixedly at Su Chen on the platform.

They were none other than Ghost Douluo Gui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who had traveled through the night from Martial Soul City.

At this moment, their backs were already soaked with cold sweat.

"Old Ghost, what do we do?"

Yue Guan swallowed hard, his voice kept extremely low, carrying a tremor that was difficult to conceal.

The face hidden beneath Gui Mei's black robe was also ghastly, and he replied in a dry, hollow tone:

"What else can we do?"

"The Pope's direct order is to bring him back to Martial Soul City. If he dares to resist, we are to break his limbs, cripple his cultivation, and drag him back."

Hearing this, Yue Guan nearly cursed out loud.

Break his limbs? Cripple his cultivation?

"Have you lost your mind, or have I?"

Yue Guan gritted his teeth and pointed toward the spot where Bo Saixi had stood just moments ago:

"Even a ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo, the Great High Priest of Sea God Island, was sent flying and coughing blood by a single flick of his finger!"

"Last night, Tang Hao, who smashed the previous Pope with a single hammer, had his arms crippled by him and was auctioned off like a pig or a dog!"

"Our measly ninety-five-level cultivation combined isn't even enough to serve as a snack for him!"

"Use force? How is that any different from throwing our lives away!"

Gui Mei fell into a heavy silence.

Indeed.

The image of Su Chen shattering the Sea God Phantom with a single flick had become a nightmare they could not shake.

Yet, if they failed to bring the man back.

They knew better than anyone the ruthless and merciless methods of Bibi Dong.

If they failed the mission, returning meant death all the same!

"We can only invite him politely."

Yue Guan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the terror in his heart.

"Since we cannot resort to force, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and use the bargaining chips provided by His Holiness the Pope to win him over."

Gui Mei nodded as well; at this point, it was the only viable path forward.

The two men took a deep breath and abruptly tore off their black robes.

Hum!

Two distinct auras belonging to Title Douluo spread through the hall, kept extremely subtle and restrained.

Yue Guan did not use this pressure to provoke Su Chen; instead, he skillfully employed it to nudge the listeners blocking their path aside.

"Ouch, who pushed me!"

"Are you looking for death? Can't you see I'm begging Mr. Su to continue his storytelling!"

Several Spirit Masters who had been shoved aside were about to erupt in curses, but upon catching sight of the robes identifying the pair as Elders of the Martial Soul Hall, they instantly clamped their mouths shut and scrambled backward.

The crowd parted like a receding tide.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei, steeling themselves, walked step by step toward the front of the high platform.