Holy Dragon Sect Joins Spirit Hall

Falling Devil Douluo said, "Deep Sea Canyon lies below. That beast is hiding in its deepest reaches."

The four hovered in midair, gazing down at the sea below.

The water was eerily calm, without even a ripple.

Yet the three of them could clearly sense an immense presence hidden beneath the bottomless waters.

That aura was cold and violent, carrying a faint yet unmistakable dragon's might.

"Father-in-law, are you ready?" Qianjun Douluo asked.

Tuoba Xi took a deep breath and activated Martial Soul Possession.

A silver-white phantom of a Holy Dragon emerged behind him, its Dragon Scales grim and gleaming, its dragon eyes majestic.

His aura surged to its peak as his rank-ninety Soul Power erupted without reservation.

"I'm ready."

"Good." Qianjun Douluo looked at Falling Devil Douluo. "Second Brother, let's join forces and finish this quickly."

Falling Devil Douluo nodded.

The two activated Martial Soul Possession at the same time—the Coiling Dragon Staff appeared in their hands, two identical long staffs radiating terrifying pressure.

"Go!"

The two figures plunged into the sea like meteors, vanishing instantly into the dark-blue waters.

The sea surface exploded as towering waves surged into the sky.

Two immense auras clashed fiercely below. The presences of Qianjun and Falling Devil, the two enshrined, blazed like twin scorching suns.

Meanwhile, the aura of the Abyssal Dragon Lizard was like a fiend from the Abyss, struggling and counterattacking madly.

The seawater churned, and enormous waves rose into the heavens.

From time to time, golden light shot up from the seabed—the power of the Coiling Dragon Staff.

The battle lasted a full half-hour.

At last, a shrill wail came from the depths. Then, the enormous body of the Abyssal Dragon Lizard surfaced.

It was a terrifying giant beast over thirty meters long, shaped like a lizard but covered in pitch-black scales, with a row of sharp bony spikes growing along its back.

Its head was vicious and grotesque, dark-red blood still flowing from its mouth.

The seventy-thousand-year Abyssal Dragon Lizard had fallen.

A flash of golden light streaked out, and Qianjun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo burst from the sea, landing atop the lizard's corpse.

Their auras were steady. Only their clothes were somewhat disheveled, showing that the battle had not drained them much.

"Father-in-law, it's your turn." Qianjun Douluo beckoned to Tuoba Xi.

Tuoba Xi took a deep breath, leaped down, and landed beside the dragon lizard.

He looked at the colossal creature, and a trace of emotion flickered through his eyes. A seventy-thousand-year spirit beast—before this, he would not even have dared to dream of one.

But now, it lay right before him.

"Thank you, both fathers-in-law." He bowed deeply to Qianjun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo.

"We're family. No need for formalities." Falling Devil Douluo waved a hand. "Hurry and absorb it. We'll guard you."

Tuoba Xi nodded, sat cross-legged, and began guiding the seventy-thousand-year Soul Ring as it slowly rose.

Though Tuoba Xi was a rank-ninety Quasi-Titled Douluo, absorbing a seventy-thousand-year Soul Ring was still extremely dangerous. After all, he was already too old.

Moreover, in terms of quality, this seventy-thousand-year Soul Ring was enough to rival that of an ordinary ninety-thousand-year spirit beast.

Sure enough, the instant the Soul Ring entered his body, Tuoba Xi shuddered violently.

His brows knotted tightly, veins bulged across his forehead, and the aura around him fluctuated wildly, utterly unstable.

The seventy-thousand-year Soul Ring throbbed violently around him, as though it might break free at any moment.

"Steady your mind!" Qianjun Douluo shouted. "Circulate your Soul Power and guide it!"

Tuoba Xi clenched his teeth and desperately circulated his Soul Power, resisting the violent force of the Soul Ring.

Time passed second by second.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

As the setting sun was about to sink beneath the horizon, Tuoba Xi's aura finally stabilized.

The seventy-thousand-year Soul Ring slowly merged into his body, completely fusing with his Martial Soul.

He opened his eyes, and two silver-white beams shot from them, extending more than three feet.

"I did it." Tuoba Xi rose to his feet, feeling the surging power within him, his voice trembling slightly.

"Seventy thousand years... This old man has finally entered the realm of Titled Douluo."

His Soul Power fluctuations stabilized at rank ninety-one and a half.

Qianjun Douluo walked over and patted Tuoba Xi on the shoulder. "Father-in-law, congratulations."

"With your Martial Soul and the Soul Ring of a seventy-thousand-year Abyssal Dragon Lizard, your future will be limitless."

Falling Devil Douluo nodded as well. "Let's go home. Spirit Hall has gained another Titled Douluo. This is a joyous occasion."

The four rose into the air and flew toward the continent.

Behind them, the Abyssal Dragon Lizard's corpse gradually sank into the sea, becoming new nourishment for these waters.

But Spirit Hall had welcomed a brand-new Titled Douluo.

Half a month later, Spirit City, Worship Hall.

A grand banquet was underway.

Tuoba Xi sat beside the seat of honor, his aura solid and powerful. He was unmistakably now a rank-ninety-one Titled Douluo.

Several white-haired old men stood beside him. They were all elders of the Holy Dragon Sect, and each was so excited that tears streamed down his face.

"Sect Master... no, Patriarch, you really broke through!"

An elder said in a trembling voice, "After centuries since the Holy Dragon Sect was founded, we have finally produced our first Titled Douluo!"

Tuoba Xi waved a hand and said solemnly, "It isn't just me."

He stood and swept his gaze across everyone present before finally settling it on Qiangu Xiaoye.

"Xiaoye, say a few words as well."

Qiangu Xiaoye gave a slight nod, rose to his feet, and activated Martial Soul Possession.

The phantom of a Dark Sacred Dragon emerged behind him. Nine Soul Rings pulsed around him, and the Ninth Spirit Ring was unmistakably a deep crimson!

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!

The Soul Power fluctuations radiating from him were even stronger than everyone had expected—rank ninety-three!

The entire hall erupted in uproar.

Several elders of the Holy Dragon Sect stared wide-eyed at the red Soul Ring in utter disbelief.

They had lived their entire lives, yet this was the first time they had seen a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

What shocked them even more was Qiangu Xiaoye's rank.

"R-rank ninety-three?"

An elder stammered, "Lord Qiangu, didn't you just break through?"

Qiangu Xiaoye nodded and replied calmly, "After absorbing the Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, I improved further."

"Along with the Soul Bones Feng'er gave me earlier, my cultivation stabilized at rank ninety-three."

Rank ninety-three!

A forty-six-year-old rank-ninety-three Titled Douluo!

What did that even mean?

Throughout the history of the entire continent, those who had reached rank ninety-three before turning fifty could be counted on one hand.

Yet Qiangu Xiaoye had done it—and he was the son-in-law of their Holy Dragon Sect.

Tuoba Xi announced loudly, "Everyone, I have invited you here today to announce two matters."

He paused, then said solemnly, "First, I, Tuoba Xi, will officially join Spirit Hall from this day onward and be invested as Spirit Hall's Fifth Elder."

Although the elders of the Holy Dragon Sect had already prepared themselves mentally, they still could not contain their excitement upon hearing those words.

If their sect master joined Spirit Hall, that meant the Holy Dragon Sect would also...

Sure enough, Tuoba Xi continued, "Second, from this day onward, the Holy Dragon Sect will be incorporated into Spirit Hall and become one of Spirit Hall's subordinate sects."

"All disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect will receive the treatment of official Spirit Hall members."

He looked at the elders. "What do you think?"

The elders exchanged glances, then bowed in unison. "We shall obey the Sect Master's command!"

Tuoba Xi nodded, then looked to Qian Daoliu. "Great Enshrined, this old man has an unreasonable request."

Qian Daoliu gave a slight nod. "Speak freely."

"Though the Holy Dragon Sect is being incorporated into Spirit Hall, this old man hopes to retain the Holy Dragon Sect's name as a force under Spirit Hall."