Demon Emperor Bone, Thunderlight Fist

Er Ming didn't have time to think when Jiang Li dragged him into the courtyard.

But the moment his massive body crossed the threshold, an indescribable sensation surged from all directions, gripping his heart like an invisible hand.

A murderous aura.

A murderous aura so dense it had almost solidified.

Every inch of air in this courtyard seemed soaked in countless bloodbaths, and every speck of dust carried the memories of a thousand slaughters.

As a Titan Giant Ape, Er Ming was a hegemon-level existence in the Star Dou Forest. In his hundred-thousand-year lifespan, he had witnessed countless battles and personally ended the lives of countless Soul Beasts and humans.

He had thought he was long since immune to such killing intent.

But at this moment, he realized just how wrong he had been.

That murderous aura was utterly unreasonable; it pierced through his fur, seeped into his meridians, and drove into his bone marrow like countless fine, icy needles.

A primal, violent desire for slaughter sprouted wildly in his heart, nearly swallowing his sanity whole.

Just as his consciousness was on the verge of being completely devoured by that aura, a gentle breath emanated from Jiang Li, who stood beside him.

That aura was not overbearing, yet it steadily enveloped Er Ming, isolating the clawing, savage murderous intent.

Er Ming's sanity surfaced once more.

He gasped for air, his fur soaked through with cold sweat, his pupils filled with unconcealable terror.

In just the short time it took to step into the courtyard, he had nearly been driven mad by the aura here.

Yet, the young man before him, who looked no older than twenty, had lived in this environment for a full hundred thousand years.

What kind of taboo existence was this?

The entire cultivation system of the Douluo Continent seemed to fail completely when applied to this man.

Furthermore, he noted Jiang Li's words—Jiang Li had said, "My Xiao Wu."

No wonder.

No wonder Aunt Xiao Rou had been so certain before she left.

He was Xiao Wu's father.

With this lord here, Xiao Wu would absolutely be safe this time.

Even if Martial Soul Hall brought out every Titled Douluo, even if the Pope Bibi Dong took action herself, as long as this man stood forward, nothing would be a problem.

The more Er Ming thought, the more excited he became, a nearly foolish grin appearing on his face.

Martial Soul Hall could never dream of what kind of taboo existence they had provoked!

"Er Ming."

A warm voice pulled him back from his excitement.

Jiang Li had already walked to the stone table in the courtyard, leaning on it with one hand, his gaze calm as he looked at him.

"I am asking you a question."

Er Ming finally snapped out of his excitement, his massive head nodding vigorously. "My Lord! I am Xiao Wu's friend! Please, is there anything you need me to do? Just say the word!"

Jiang Li nodded in satisfaction. "Of course there is. I want you to go and save Xiao Wu."

Er Ming: "..."

He opened his mouth, his massive body frozen in place, his furry face filled with confusion and shock.

"Me? I save Xiao Wu?"

He asked instinctively, his voice full of bewilderment.

If he had the ability to rescue Xiao Wu from the hands of Martial Soul Hall, would he have come here seeking help?

What kind of place was Martial Soul City? A dragon's den and tiger's lair packed with Titled Douluos!

Just thinking about it made Da Ming and him feel their scalps go numb; it was impossible for them to bring Xiao Wu out on their own.

But Jiang Li did not give him a chance to argue.

Er Ming felt a blur before his eyes.

The black-clad youth's figure vanished from the stone table as if he had evaporated into thin air.

The next instant, a warm palm was pressed against the top of his head.

So fast.

So fast that Er Ming hadn't seen any movement, so fast that the perception of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast couldn't even capture a single afterimage.

Before he could even react, he felt a scorching energy pour from that palm into his body, surging down his meridians and exploding into countless thunder-like patterns throughout his limbs and bones.

A brand-new power took shape within him, igniting like a star deep within his dantian.

Thunderlight Palm.

The three characters of the skill were so plain they were almost shabby, but when the true might of this skill surfaced in Er Ming's mind, the ape was stunned.

One palm strike, and the heavens would roar with thunder.

The power of heaven and earth's thunder gathered in his palm, coalescing into a palm print of world-ending destruction that crashed down.

Ten thousand miles of thunderclouds were stirred by its call, and a thousand zhang of lightning obeyed its command.

What was even more terrifying was that this palm strike did not require close-quarters combat; it could be unleashed from afar!

Pressing down from hundreds of zhang away, the heavenly thunder could detonate amidst a crowd of enemies, and there was no telling how many lives a single strike could snuff out.

A dull gulp sounded from Er Ming's throat.

Is this really a skill from the Douluo Continent?

He had lived for a hundred thousand years, witnessed countless spirit skills, clashed with human Titled Douluos, and dealt with the ancient spirit beasts of the Star Dou Forest.

Yet, he had never seen such an unreasonable power.

Whatever ten-thousand-year spirit skills or hundred-thousand-year spirit rings there were, they seemed like children's toys in the face of this move.

Even the reclusive Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear would be nothing more than a little brother compared to this palm strike!

Before Er Ming could recover from his shock, he heard Jiang Li murmuring overhead.

"The skill is there, but the body is still a bit weak."

Weak?

Er Ming opened his mouth, feeling somewhat unconvinced.

He was a Titan Giant Ape, one of the peak power-type spirit beasts; a single punch could shatter a mountain ridge, and a single stomp could crack the earth.

Across the entire Douluo Continent, there were few spirit beasts that could compare to him in physical strength.

But upon second thought, realizing it was Jiang Li who had spoken, he obediently shut his mouth.

Fine, in front of this lord, he was indeed a bit weak.

Jiang Li ignored Er Ming's complex gaze.

As a Beast Tamer, his greatest specialty was strengthening individual beasts.

For a hundred thousand years, he had revived and enhanced countless spirit beasts in the underground space, forging them from ordinary creatures into war machines capable of fighting Abyssal Demon Emperor creatures head-on.

Spirit beasts are beasts, too.

And as long as it was a beast, it fell within the scope of his abilities.

Jiang Li flipped his wrist, and a skeleton appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The skeleton was a deep dark gold, and every bone radiated a heart-stopping pressure.

Within that pressure lay an ancient and evil aura, as if it were the remains of a monster unearthed from some forbidden abyss.

Demon Emperor Bone.

A supreme treasure collected from the depths of the abyss rift, crafted from the remains of the Abyssal Demon Emperor and refined through Jiang Li's hundred thousand years of tempering and purification, it was a forbidden bone.

It could withstand the full-force strike of a Limit Douluo without a scratch.

Even more terrifying was that this skeleton retained certain traits from the Abyssal Demon Emperor's life.

A natural affinity for the aura of slaughter, an extreme dulling of pain, and a deep awakening of combat instincts.

Even if this bone were placed on a pig, it would be enough to give a Titled Douluo a headache.

"Er Ming, come here. I am going to strengthen your physical body!"