Around the plaza.
Several figures stood in the void.
"These people..."
"Spirit Transmission Pagoda Master Qiangu Dongfeng?"
"Tang Sect's Amorous Douluo Zang Xin?"
"And the War God Temple Master, the military's number one man, Chen Xinjie?"
"..."
The figures standing above in the void were almost all individuals who stood at the absolute pinnacle of the entire Douluo Continent.
A single casual movement from any one of them could stir up significant waves across the continent.
Combined, these people were enough to completely overturn the entire Federation.
Yet, these big shots were almost all gathered here today.
This was enough to prove how much these factions valued today's "spar."
Under the gaze of the masses.
Leng Hanyuan and Yun Ming both soared into the air simultaneously.
They stood facing each other in the void.
There was a distance of about two hundred meters between them.
It seemed long, but for two powerhouses at the quasi-god level, it was a distance that could be crossed in an instant.
The low-level spirit masters watching from the sidelines only dared to stand at the very edge of the plaza, holding their breath and watching the scene in the sky above with anticipation.
They were not like Qiangu Dongfeng and the others, who were Limit Douluos.
A battle at the quasi-god level was not something an ordinary spirit master could withstand.
Even for a Spirit Saint, who could be considered high-level in the spirit master world, facing those terrifying shockwaves meant risking their lives even if they were only grazed.
For the sake of this battle, the Federation officials had set up special soul guidance defensive devices around the plaza.
The purpose was to contain the shockwaves generated by the battle between Leng Hanyuan and Yun Ming within a certain range, avoiding large-scale destruction.
"How long has it been?"
"This is the first time in so many years that someone has crossed hands with Yun Ming again, right?"
Zang Xin crossed his arms over his chest, a smile of keen interest curling the corners of his mouth.
"When was the last time, was it with Pagoda Master Qiangu?"
Qiangu Dongfeng did not speak, though his complexion clearly turned a shade of green.
The reason was simple: Zang Xin's words were by no means kind to the Pagoda Master.
The battle between him and Yun Ming back then could hardly be called evenly matched; it was a one-sided crushing.
This had always been a sore spot in the depths of Qiangu Dongfeng's heart.
Hearing it brought up by Zang Xin in such a joking manner naturally left Qiangu Dongfeng feeling displeased.
He did not believe that Zang Xin, as a high-ranking member of the Tang Sect, lacked that much emotional intelligence.
Clearly, this guy was doing it on purpose.
The relationship between the Tang Sect and the Spirit Transmission Pagoda was not exactly good.
If Zang Xin could disgust Qiangu Dongfeng a little, he was naturally happy to do so.
Knowing that his past defeat was an undeniable fact, Qiangu Dongfeng chose not to bicker with Zang Xin, opting instead to remain silent.
Getting further entangled in such a topic would only cause him to lose more face.
Seeing that Qiangu Dongfeng did not react as he had expected, Zang Xin pursed his lips in boredom.
He had wanted to make the old guy lose a bit more face.
"Who does the Vast Sea Douluo think will win?"
Divine Pen Douluo Yu Guanzhi glanced at the expressionless man beside him and spoke softly.
"Unclear."
Vast Sea Douluo Chen Xinjie replied coldly.
His gaze remained fixed on Leng Hanyuan, as if he wanted to dig out every secret hidden within this mysterious quasi-god.
"I personally feel that the Sky-Propping Douluo's chances of winning might be slightly higher."
The one who spoke was Surpassing Heaven Douluo Guan Yue from the War God Temple.
He could also sense the unfathomable strength within Leng Hanyuan.
However, given his relationship with Yun Ming, Guan Yue still subconsciously leaned toward him.
"Is that so?"
Yu Guanzhi chuckled, choosing not to continue speaking or express his own point of view.
Instead, he shut his mouth and turned his gaze back to the two figures standing in the void.
Would the Sky-Propping Douluo continue to secure his title as the number one person on the continent in this battle?
Or would this quasi-god from the Phoenix Family completely strip him of that title?
After so many years, he had finally encountered something interesting.
The scene in the center of the plaza was broadcast in real-time to the public by major media outlets.
They were also very interested in the outcome of this battle.
Everyone had their own opinions.
Some even started betting pools on it.
There were many participants.
Most people still supported Yun Ming to achieve the final victory.
After all, Leng Hanyuan, the Mystic Phoenix Douluo from ten thousand years ago, clearly had a lower reputation in this era ten thousand years later.
The public's impression of him was mostly defined by the word "mysterious."
Meanwhile, the Sky-Propping Douluo Yun Ming was backed by Shrek Academy, which was recognized as the number one soul master academy on the continent.
There were also so many legends about him circulating among the people.
In this era ten thousand years later, his reputation was naturally higher than that of Leng Hanyuan, a man from ten thousand years ago.
At the same time.
The two people above the void finally made their move.
"Please, Sky-Propping Douluo."
Leng Hanyuan kept one hand behind his back and held the other in front, making a gesture of invitation.
Yun Ming did not stand on ceremony.
A dark golden stream of light flashed in his hand.
A sharp long spear appeared in his grasp.
It was none other than the Sky-Propping Spear, which had fought across the world without a single defeat, suppressed an entire era, and left many Title Douluo with psychological trauma!
As the recognized number one person on the continent, Yun Ming's cultivation was higher than all the Limit Douluo present, with the exception of Leng Hanyuan.
At the same time, his attainments in the way of the spear had reached the pinnacle of the mortal world.
The moment the Sky-Propping Spear appeared, a stream of light could be seen shooting straight into the clouds, piercing the sky!
The terrifying pressure made it difficult for some to breathe.
Following that, nine terrifying soul rings slowly emerged from Yun Ming's body.
Black, black, red, red, red, red, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold!
The majestic power even caused the heavens and the earth to change color.
This was the foundation of the number one person on the continent, the Sky-Propping Douluo!
"Sky-Propping Douluo, please enlighten me."
Yun Ming raised his long spear.
The tip of the spear pointed directly at Leng Hanyuan.
It was not a provocation, but an invitation to battle.
The Holy Spirit Douluo Yali looked at the slender figure standing proudly in the void, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, her eyes filled with trust.
He seems to have improved once again...
Qiangu Dongfeng's expression was somewhat unsightly.
Because he discovered that the distance between himself and Yun Ming seemed to have widened once more.
Leng Yaozhu pressed her lips together tightly.
"Brother Hanyuan, can you win..."
If it were before, Leng Yaozhu naturally would not have believed that anyone could surpass Yun Ming.
But her thoughts had long since changed with the awakening of Leng Hanyuan.
Yun Ming was strong, that was beyond doubt.
But her own ancestor was definitely no ordinary person!
Above the void.
Leng Hanyuan finally made his move.
Nine soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.
It was equally terrifying!
However, it was no longer the uniform red that had been unleashed before Mu Ye and the others.
It had become a uniform icy blue!
This was the influence of divine power upon the soul rings.
Leng Hanyuan had traveled too far along the path toward the divine realm.
The soul power within his body had long since transcended the level of ordinary soul power.
Although it could not yet be called divine power, it already possessed the embryonic form of it!
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