Tang Yu VS Chen Xin! Bone Douluo Joins the Fray!

Chen Xin gasped sharply, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the Seven Kill Sword with excessive force.

His expression was grave as never before, his eyes locked onto the black-robed youth ahead, his voice trembling slightly as he lost his usual composure and calm.

"Level ninety-four soul power!"

Chen Xin blurted out, his tone filled with extreme shock.

"How is this possible?"

"How old are you even!"

An eighteen-year-old Title Douluo, and a Title Douluo at level ninety-four at that!

Such terrifying cultivation speed was simply beyond the scope of human understanding, shattering every common sense in the soul master world.

Ning Rongrong, who had been sulking in the back, saw her large eyes widen in an instant upon hearing Chen Xin's words.

The young girl stood frozen on the spot, her mind buzzing and blank.

"What?"

Her lips trembled slightly as she stared at the figure who looked like a god or a demon, muttering to herself.

A youth around her own age had actually reached level ninety-four?

She had always been held in the palms of her father and grandfathers, with everyone praising her as a once-in-a-century genius of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; she had always been quite proud, feeling that few of her peers could compare to her.

But now.

Looking at the radiant, awe-inspiring youth before her, Ning Rongrong felt a profound and desperate gap.

It was like a massive chasm stretching between heaven and earth, bottomless and impossible to cross.

In front of such a true monster, her title of genius, which she had been so proud of, was not worth mentioning—it was laughable to the extreme.

She wasn't even fit to tie his shoes!

Just as Ning Rongrong lost her composure.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo took several deep breaths, finally recovering from the immense shock.

Soul power began to surge wildly within them, resisting the terrifying pressure radiating from Tang Yu, their expressions becoming incredibly solemn.

Black light emanated from Gu Rong's gaunt frame, his bones emitting a series of teeth-gritting cracks as he braced himself and shouted.

"Hmph, so what if you are a peerless prodigy?"

"At the end of the day, you are only at level ninety-four!"

"This old man and the blind sword-user have been immersed in the Title Douluo realm for years, and our levels are firmly above yours; we are not afraid of a mere brat like you!"

Despite these words, their actions betrayed their deep apprehension.

To be safe and ensure they gave the opponent no chance to turn the tables.

These two Super Douluo, who stood at the pinnacle of the continent, moved in perfect unison, stepping forward together.

Clang!

Sword intent soared to the heavens, the Seven Kill Sword revealing its sharp edge as if to pierce the firmament.

Roar!

The Bone Dragon circled, its pitch-black scales shimmering with a cold, eerie light under the sun, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

Standing side by side, left and right.

They set aside their pride as seniors, choosing to join forces against this unfathomable Prince Wuyang!

The aura of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo began to climb, like two volcanoes about to erupt.

Gale winds howled and raged before the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, causing the branches of nearby trees to sway violently, while falling leaves were instantly shredded into powder by the violent soul power in mid-air.

Gu Rong's gaunt body grew rapidly amidst a series of ear-piercing explosions, the sound of his bones grinding enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Rings of dense black light rose from his feet, traveling up his legs and quickly enveloping his entire being, even swallowing the surrounding sunlight.

Thick white bones broke through his skin, spreading wildly along his limbs until, in the blink of an eye, they formed a heavy, solid, and massive skeleton that covered his entire body without a single gap.

The Bone Dragon martial soul manifested, suppressing the entire scene with an ancient and fierce, terrifying pressure.

The surrounding air was compressed by this power, emitting a series of dull, rhythmic explosions.

Chen Xin, standing to the side, held nothing back either.

Golden sword intent, as tangible as reality, surged from his body and shot into the clouds, tearing the sky above to shreds.

Sharp fluctuations of soul power spilled outward, carving countless deep gullies into the hard bluestone ground and sending stone fragments flying.

The bright light was blinding.

That long, slender, and murderous Seven Kill Sword hovered before him.

It emitted a series of high-pitched, crisp sword hums, the tip of the blade spitting out a lethal light.

The two Super Douluo, standing at the pinnacle of the soul master world, stood side by side, forming an indestructible barrier to protect the sect disciples behind them.

Ning Fengzhi stood in the rear, and seeing his two old partners step forward, his long-tensed nerves finally relaxed slightly.

The sense of dread, like falling into an abyss, that had gripped him while facing Tang Yu and those tens of thousands of emotionless Black Armor Army soldiers alone, finally dissipated quite a bit.

He raised the back of his hand to quietly wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath, feeling as if a giant boulder had been lifted from his chest.

Ning Rongrong had run up to his side at some point and grabbed her father's sleeve.

The little girl's palms were slick with cold sweat from fear, and her body was trembling slightly.

Her large eyes were filled with worry as she stared straight at the tense, hostile formation ahead, her voice thick with a clear, tearful tremor.

"Daddy!"

"Can Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone really win against this Tang Yu if they join forces?"

"He even defeated the Star Luo Empire's army and has so many men under his command. What if the two grandpas can't hold him back?"

Ning Fengzhi turned his head to look at his daughter's panicked little face and smiled slightly.

He reached out to gently pat the back of Ning Rongrong's hand, his tone gentle as he soothed her emotions.

"Do not worry."

"No matter how much ability this brat has, he won't be able to stir up any trouble on the territory of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect today."

Ning Fengzhi regained the composure befitting a sect master; his posture straightened, and his gaze became firm.

"Your Grandpa Bone is a Super Douluo who has reached level ninety-five."

"His Bone Dragon martial soul is considered the number one defense across the entire Douluo Continent; no one can easily break through his defensive barrier."

"And your Grandpa Sword is even more extraordinary, with his cultivation having reached the terrifying level of ninety-six."

"The Seven Kill Sword in his hand is the true number one attack martial soul on the continent; wherever his sword intent points, nothing can stand in his way."

Speaking of this, a flash of pride crossed Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and his tone grew heavier.

"One attacking, one defending, with perfect synergy."

"These two elders are the greatest trump cards that allow our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to stand tall in the world."

"It is precisely because of them that our sect can be called a top-tier power on the continent, one that no one dares to provoke."

"Dealing with a young man who has just emerged into the world is absolutely a sure thing; there is no need to worry blindly."

After hearing her father's detailed explanation, the heart Ning Rongrong had been holding in her throat finally settled back into place.

She took a deep breath and once again cast her gaze toward the black-robed youth in the distance.