Basic Strength, Sending Limit Douluo Flying

"Hehehe~"

Leng Yaozhu covered her mouth and chuckled, finding the other party adorable, so she subconsciously reached out to pat his head. "Tsk, your elders haven't told you yet, have they? Do you know—who I am?"

Long Zijin dodged the head pat, his expression as serious as ever. "Vice Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda: Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, level 99 Limit Douluo, four-word Battle Armor Master, possessing semi-god strength."

A flash of surprise crossed Leng Yaozhu's eyes; she had not expected a nine-year-old child to recite her credentials like that.

Yet, she still asked in the tone one uses when chatting with a child, "Then you still think your big sister... or rather, your aunt, won't be able to withstand your little fist?"

As she said this, Leng Yaozhu suddenly paused, as if remembering something.

As a top-tier powerhouse who had seen all the world had to offer, she pondered for a moment before realizing, "The power inherent in your Martial Soul, is it similar to the 'annihilation' characteristic of the Rouge Dragon?"

"Auntie Leng understands now. You're afraid of ruining my clothes, right?"

"What a sensible child."

Leng Yaozhu said with a smile, reaching out to pat his head again.

Long Zijin tilted his head, dodging the pat once more, and explained, "No, it is simply basic strength without any characteristics."

As he spoke, he glanced back at Di Guangming, seemingly confirming whether the term "basic strength" was used correctly.

"Eh, don't worry," Leng Yaozhu shook her head. "Auntie Leng is constantly radiating protective Soul Power; you absolutely won't be able to hurt me."

Faced with her repeated insistence, Long Zijin stopped holding back.

He silently dropped into a horse stance, pulled his left fist back to his waist, and then channeled his strength upward—

"Boom!"

The sound of churning air echoed throughout the entire reception room.

Long Zijin's left fist carved a vacuum path, the peak of his fist even creating a sharp "hissing" sound as it rubbed against the vacuum of space.

That's right, a level 29 Soul Grand Master had used nothing but physical force to make the intangible, formless space emit a screeching sound. How immense must that force be?

Leng Yaozhu's expression shifted slightly, but she was quick-witted, using her palm to brace against that Amethyst Dragon fist.

"Bang!"

Outside the reception room, the morning was peaceful.

Spirit Masters were chatting idly about what to have for lunch when, suddenly!

One of the independent rooms in the reception area suddenly burst open with a "bang."

The female assistant waiting outside the door had just shared a smile with a passing friend when she saw her female superior crash through the reception room, flying backward over the top of the door frame.

With a "thwack," Leng Yaozhu soared over the heads of the Spirit Masters and slammed into a giant pillar supporting the dome.

"Vice Tower Master?"

"Your Excellency Heavenly Phoenix?"

Everyone was stunned, thinking they had seen wrong.

Only the security Spirit Masters reacted first, shouting, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"I'm fine," Leng Yaozhu's voice echoed throughout the lobby on the first floor.

A pair of phoenix wings unfurled from her back, strands of flowing fire cascading down as they lifted her into the low air.

She scanned the floor and ordered, "Everyone, return to your posts."

Inside the reception room.

Long Zijin slowly retracted his left fist; the layer of amethyst crystals on his knuckles had burst into countless cracks.

Even though she hadn't actively counterattacked, she was, after all, a Limit Douluo, capable of reflecting a portion of the damage received through her protective Soul Power.

The reason Long Zijin was able to send Leng Yaozhu flying was purely due to experience and technique, delivering the punch from bottom to top.

If he had thrown a straight punch, she certainly wouldn't have retreated even half a step, because the stability (friction) between a Limit Douluo and the ground is extremely high.

But because Long Zijin had delivered an uppercut, no matter how strong she was, the contact area between her high heels and the smooth floor was so small that it couldn't generate any friction.

As long as sufficient striking force was applied, no matter how well her soles could grip the ground, she would be sent flying by the basic strength of Long Zijin's punch, along with two thin slivers of the floor.

Unless this Heavenly Phoenix Douluo weighed several thousand kilograms.

The two high-heel imprints on the floor where Leng Yaozhu had just been standing were the best proof.

There, the floor had lost two thin slivers, leaving indentations the thickness of a fingernail.

However, after throwing that punch, Long Zijin felt a sharp ache in his left arm—a symptom of his muscles and bones being strained by the basic strength inherent to the Amethyst Dragon. It indicated that his current physical strength was not yet enough to fully unleash the "basic strength" he spoke of.

It seems I must shape the third God Ring as soon as possible, making the Flower Immortal Body the physique described in the Mysterious Heaven Hundred Treasures Record—one even harder than the Crow-Absolute Stone.

Just then, the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, who was still embedded in the pillar behind him, couldn't help but lean over to remind him, "My Emperor, the 'basic strength' you speak of is apparently known in the human world as... Ultimate Strength."

"Hm? Is that so?" Long Zijin was slightly startled and began searching the genetic memories of the Sun Moon Imperial Family...

After all, both the Dragon Emperor and the Holy Dragon King had once been God Kings. Whether it was the force attribute or the light attribute, once the host broke through to the God level, these attributes would evolve into laws, and the concept of "Ultimate" would no longer exist, which was why neither of them had made the connection immediately.

But just then, Long Zijin's vision blurred.

A fiery red phoenix shadow swooped in, and two hands grabbed Long Zijin by the shoulders.

Leng Yaozhu could not hide the excitement on her face as she said, "What basic power? This is the Ultimate Strength mentioned in historical records!"

"I never expected that ten thousand years after Wang Qiu'er, another dragon Martial Soul possessing Ultimate Strength would appear in our Shrek City."

She asked repeatedly, "Zijin, are you willing to take me as your master?"

"As long as you agree, Auntie Leng guarantees that you will reach level 30 today, and I will select the rarest, most compatible thousand-year Soul Spirit for you, making you the youngest Soul Elder!"

Yet, faced with such an olive branch, Long Zijin simply shook his head and said, "I am not willing."

He did not lack cultivation; he only lacked the physical development and the essential requirements to forge his third God Ring.

"Ah?" The radiance on Leng Yaozhu's face cracked.

"No, not willing?" She didn't react for a moment, blankly grabbing Long Zijin by the shoulders.

Just then, Di Guangming placed his hand on Leng Yaozhu's shoulder again, pushing her back half a step, his face wearing a look of warning.

Only then did this Heavenly Phoenix Douluo finally snap out of it, casting a look of surprise and vigilance at this golden-haired, white-robed man who had remained silent from start to finish, yet had managed to push away a Limit Douluo twice.

She asked with a completely serious expression, "Who are you, Excellency?"

Because in her careful perception using spiritual power, there was absolutely no aura fluctuation at the position where the other party stood.

There were only two possibilities for such a situation:

One, the other party was a dead person, a walking dead person;

Two, the other party's strength far exceeded her own, to the point where she didn't even have the qualifications to sense him.

However, Di Guangming had not received an order to speak, so he merely glanced at her indifferently.

The atmosphere suddenly tightened, and a sharpness emerged in Leng Yaozhu's eyes—the kind of emotion that only appeared when she faced a formidable enemy.