A Gathering of Titans

Around the plaza.

Several figures stood in the air.

"Those people..."

"Spirit Pagoda Master Qiangu Dongfeng?"

"Amorous Douluo Zang Xin of the Tang Sect?"

"And Chen Xinjie, master of the War God Temple and the military's foremost figure?"

"..."

The few figures standing in the air were almost all people who stood at the pinnacle of the entire Douluo Continent.

Any casual movement from them could stir up no small waves across the continent.

Together, these people were enough to turn the entire Federation upside down.

Yet today, these great figures had almost all gathered here.

It was enough to prove just how seriously these factions regarded today's "spar."

Under the gazes of the countless onlookers.

Leng Hanyuan and Yun Ming rose into the air at the same time.

They faced each other in midair.

Nearly two hundred meters separated them.

It seemed like a great distance, but to two quasi-god-level powerhouses, it was merely a distance they could cross in an instant.

The low-level Soul Masters watching could only stand at the very edge of the plaza, holding their breath as they watched the scene overhead expectantly.

They were not like Qiangu Dongfeng and the other Limit Douluos.

A battle between quasi-god-level powerhouses was not something ordinary Soul Masters could withstand.

Even Soul Sages, who were already considered high-level figures in the Soul Master world, could face mortal danger if they were merely caught in the terrifying aftermath.

For this battle, the Federation authorities had installed special soul-conductor defensive devices around the plaza.

Their purpose was to confine the shockwaves produced by Leng Hanyuan and Yun Ming's battle within a certain range and prevent widespread destruction.

"How long has it been?"

"This is the first time in all these years that someone has fought Yun Ming again, isn't it?"

Zang Xin crossed his arms over his chest, a knowing smile curling at his lips.

"When was the last time again? It seemed to have been with Pagoda Master Qiangu, right?"

Qiangu Dongfeng said nothing, but his expression visibly darkened.

The reason was simple. Zang Xin's words were hardly pleasant for him.

His battle with Yun Ming back then could not be called evenly matched at all. He had simply been crushed one-sidedly.

It had always been a sore point in Qiangu Dongfeng's heart.

Naturally, he was displeased to have Zang Xin bring it up in such a joking manner.

Nor did he believe that Zang Xin, as a high-ranking member of the Tang Sect, lacked even that much tact.

Clearly, that fellow had done it on purpose.

The relationship between the Tang Sect and the Spirit Pagoda was not particularly good to begin with.

Zang Xin was naturally delighted to disgust Qiangu Dongfeng a little.

Knowing that his defeat back then was an undeniable fact, Qiangu Dongfeng did not choose to argue with Zang Xin and instead remained silent.

The more he dwelled on this topic, the more face he would lose.

Seeing that Qiangu Dongfeng had not reacted as he expected, Zang Xin curled his lips in boredom.

He had wanted to make that old fellow lose a little more face.

"Who does Vast Sea Douluo think will win?"

Divine Pen Douluo Yu Guanzhi glanced at the expressionless man beside him and spoke softly.

"I don't know."

Vast Sea Douluo Chen Xinjie replied coldly.

His gaze remained fixed on Leng Hanyuan, as though he wished to uncover every secret hidden within this mysterious quasi-god.

"I think Sky-Propping Douluo may have the better odds."

The speaker was Surpassing Heaven Douluo Guan Yue of the War God Temple.

He could also sense Leng Hanyuan's unfathomable strength.

But given his relationship with Yun Ming, Guan Yue still instinctively favored Yun Ming.

"Is that so?"

Yu Guanzhi chuckled softly. He did not continue speaking, nor did he express his own opinion.

Instead, he closed his mouth and shifted his gaze back to the two men standing in the air.

Would this battle see Sky-Propping Douluo continue to hold firmly onto his title as the continent's strongest?

Or would this quasi-god from the Phoenix Family completely strip him of that title?

After so many years, something interesting had finally happened.

The scene at the center of the plaza was broadcast live by major media outlets and appeared before the public in real time.

They were also extremely interested in the outcome of this battle.

Opinions were divided.

Some had even opened betting pools over it.

There were many participants.

Still, more people supported Yun Ming to claim the final victory.

After all, Leng Hanyuan, the Mystic Phoenix Douluo from ten thousand years ago, clearly had rather little prestige in this era ten thousand years later.

The public's impression of him was largely centered on one word: mystery.

Meanwhile, Sky-Propping Douluo Yun Ming had Shrek Academy, universally acknowledged as the continent's foremost Soul Master Academy, behind him.

Countless legends about him had also spread among the people.

Thus, in this era ten thousand years later, his prestige naturally surpassed that of Leng Hanyuan, a man from ten thousand years ago.

At the same time.

The two men in the air finally moved.

"Please, Sky-Propping Douluo."

Leng Hanyuan placed one hand behind his back and held the other before him in an inviting gesture.

Yun Ming did not stand on ceremony.

A dark-golden streak of light flashed in his hand.

A sharp spear appeared in his grasp.

It was the Sky-Propping Spear, the weapon that had swept all before it, suppressed an era, and left countless Title Douluos with lasting psychological scars!

As the continent's universally acknowledged strongest.

Yun Ming's cultivation surpassed that of every Limit Douluo present aside from Leng Hanyuan.

At the same time, his mastery of the spear had already reached the pinnacle of the mortal realm.

The instant the Sky-Propping Spear appeared, a streak of light shot straight into the sky and pierced the heavens!

Its terrifying presence was so oppressive that it made people struggle to breathe.

Then, nine terrifying soul rings slowly emerged around Yun Ming.

Black, black, red, red, red, red, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold!

The immense power even caused heaven and earth to change color.

This was the foundation of Sky-Propping Douluo, the continent's strongest!

"Sky-Propping Douluo. Please enlighten me."

Yun Ming raised his spear.

Its tip pointed directly at Leng Hanyuan.

It was not a provocation, but an invitation to battle.

Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li watched the tall figure standing proudly in the air. Her hands were clasped before her chest, and her eyes were filled with trust.

"He seems to have improved again..."

Qiangu Dongfeng's expression was somewhat grim.

Because he realized that the gap between himself and Yun Ming seemed to have widened yet again.

Leng Yaozhu pressed her lips tightly together.

"Brother Hanyuan, can you win..."

Before this, Leng Yaozhu naturally would not have believed that anyone could defeat Yun Ming.

But her thoughts had long changed with Leng Hanyuan's awakening.

Yun Ming was very strong. That was beyond question.

But her family's ancestor was no ordinary person either!

In the air.

Leng Hanyuan also moved.

Nine soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

They were equally terrifying!

But unlike the uniformly red soul rings he had released before Mu Ye and the others.

They were uniformly icy blue!

This was the effect divinity had on soul rings.

Leng Hanyuan had walked far too far down the path toward godhood.

The Soul Power within his body had long transcended the level of ordinary Soul Power.

Though it could not yet be called divine power, it had already taken on the rudimentary form of divinity!