Long Xiaoyao to the Rescue

Kong Deming keenly sensed Ye Xishui's predicament and Mu En's intentions.

He furrowed his brows, accelerating his rhythm of attack once more, attempting to share the pressure for Ye Xishui and find an opportunity to turn the tide.

Yet, Mu En's defense and evasion, which appeared casual but were actually seamless and natural, left him with the frustrating sensation of throwing a full-force punch into empty air.

"Hiss--!"

Another beam of light, condensed to the point of tangibility, shot out from Mu En's fingertip, precisely piercing a relatively weak link in Ye Xishui's Sea of Blood defense.

"Ah--!"

This was accompanied by a shrill scream from Ye Xishui, mixed with intense pain and heartbreak.

Deep within the Sea of Blood, two Blood Souls, larger than the previous ones, evaporated violently under the scorching light, eventually vanishing into nothingness along with the wails of countless grievances.

This was already the seventh and eighth ones.

The Sea of Blood surging around Ye Xishui dimmed visibly to the naked eye.

Mu En's power of light was not only purifying the vengeful spirits but also continuously eroding the very foundation of her Evil Soul Power!

An unprecedented sense of weakness and the shadow of true death coiled around Ye Xishui's heart like a cold viper.

She realized that relying solely on her coordination with Kong Deming, in the face of Mu En's near-unsolvable restraint of light and his unfathomable cultivation, defeat and death were only a matter of time.

And that time was shrinking rapidly.

She could wait no longer!

Blood-red light surged wildly in Ye Xishui's eyes; all her madness and calculations finally culminated in a sharp shriek that tore through the sky:

"Xiaoyao--!"

The voice was sharp and piercing, penetrating the clouds.

"If you do not appear now..." her voice carried a desperate, ruthless edge, "I shall truly fall at the hands of Mu En today! Is this how you repay what you owed me all those years ago?!"

"Sigh--"

The moment the sigh fell, a patch of darkness that swallowed all light appeared without warning in the space directly in front of Mu En.

A figure, aged yet still upright, stepped out from that pure darkness.

His silver hair was combed meticulously, his face was as ruddy as an infant's, long eyebrows hung down on both sides of his face, and his hands were clasped behind his back.

Just by standing there, the surrounding light seemed to be naturally absorbed by him, forming a daunting domain of darkness.

It was none other than the other of the Twin Sacred Dragons, the Dark Sacred Dragon, Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao!

Long Xiaoyao's gaze first fell upon the disheveled Ye Xishui, a trace of indescribable pain and complexity flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Immediately, his gaze shifted to the opposite side, to that old friend whom he had known and understood, both friend and foe for over two hundred years: Mu En.

Their eyes met.

Long Xiaoyao's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But thousands of words welled up to his lips, only to eventually turn into a deeper silence and an inaudible sigh.

He shook his head slowly, pressing all his words back into the deepest part of his heart.

"Xiaoyao."

Mu En's voice rang out, calm and waveless, yet heavier than any stern shout.

The aura of light around him remained vast.

But that gentleness had quietly receded for the most part the moment Long Xiaoyao appeared, leaving only pure and biting battle intent.

"Do you truly intend to stand on Ye Xishui's side?" Mu En's gaze was like a torch, as if he were piercing through the darkness surrounding Long Xiaoyao to look directly at the struggle within his heart.

Long Xiaoyao's body trembled slightly.

Every word of Mu En's questioning struck his mental defenses like a heavy hammer.

He looked at Ye Xishui again; she was looking back at him with eyes mixed with pleading, resentment, and a trace of imperceptible hope.

Finally, Long Xiaoyao closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, all his struggles seemed to have been swallowed by the endless darkness, leaving only a near-numb determination.

He nodded heavily: "This is what I owe her..."

"Very well."

Mu En replied with only two words.

He also slowly closed his eyes.

The moment his eyelids fell, the last trace of warmth and sentimentality on him flickered out like a candle in the wind, extinguished completely.

"Hum--!"

A terrifying pressure, as if it were above all things, erupted from Mu En as the center, like a prehistoric beast that had slept for eons suddenly awakening!

"In that case..."

Mu En's voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it carried a chill capable of freezing the soul.

"Then, there is nothing left but to fight!"

"Roar--!"

Almost the instant Mu En's words fell, Long Xiaoyao moved as well!

A dark dragon roar, seemingly rising from the depths of the Nine Serenities, soared into the sky, forming a stark contrast to Mu En's clear and impassioned bright dragon roar!

Darkness and light—two dragon auras and soul powers, opposite in nature yet equally vast and boundless to the extreme.

Like two colliding stars, they slammed into each other with a thunderous crash!

The battle of the Twin Sacred Dragons, after a lapse of over a hundred years, had begun once more!

How could Ye Xishui and Kong Deming let such a once-in-a-millennium opportunity slip by?

"Kill!" Ye Xishui shrieked, disregarding the toll on her body as she forcibly drove her remaining Blood Soul.

The Sea of Blood churned once again, and countless blood-colored ghostly hands and vengeful spirits shrieked as they lunged toward Mu En, attempting to coordinate with Long Xiaoyao's frontal assault.

Kong Deming's spirit surged, silver light blazing in his eyes.

Long Xiaoyao's entry not only brought a powerful combatant of the same level, but it also completely shattered the advantage Mu En had previously established through attribute suppression!

He waved his hands repeatedly, unleashing several high-power, high-consumption Level 9 Soul Tools he had held back for containment.

Simultaneously, several Soul Tools with specialized functions for interference and restraint lit up, thrown into the battlefield without a moment's hesitation!

Two Limit Douluos, plus a peak Level 9 Soul Master with combat power approaching the limit, joined forces to strike at a single man!

Such a lineup could be called unique in the world today!

The battle situation changed drastically in an instant.

While Mu En's cultivation was indeed more profound, even approaching the realm of a demigod, Long Xiaoyao was also a veteran powerhouse who had been immersed in the limit realm for many years; the gap between the two did not constitute a qualitative crushing.

Long Xiaoyao's pure and vast power of darkness was an opposing attribute of the same level as Mu En's power of light.

The two canceled each other out, and Mu En could no longer gain an overwhelming attribute advantage as he had against Ye Xishui.

Light and darkness intertwined and annihilated each other frantically in the air, erupting into destructive turbulent energy.

Mu En was forced to divert a significant portion of his energy and soul power to deal with Long Xiaoyao's offensive.

Consequently, his suppression of Ye Xishui diminished instantly.

And Kong Deming's pervasive soul tool attacks found more opportunities to exploit.

The scales of victory began to tilt toward the side of the Sun Moon Empire at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Although Mu En remained powerful, maneuvering freely within his golden domain of light, fighting three opponents at once, he showed no signs of defeat in the short term.

However, his room for maneuver was clearly compressed, and his counterattacks were no longer as effortless as before.

Every head-on collision with Long Xiaoyao caused the surrounding space to tremble violently, and the range of his domain of light began to shrink slowly but surely.

If this continued, his defeat was inevitable!