Just Broke Through to Limit Douluo, Only to Be Ambushed by Ye Xishui

[Ding! Reward matching complete!]

[Judgment: The host killed above his level, slaying a level 98 peak Super Douluo, the supreme leader of the Holy Spirit Cult (Zhongli Wu).

Perfectly shattered the Evil Soul Masters' fortune and achieved the epic hidden achievement—"Exterminating Evil and Severing the Source"!]

[Ding! Detected that the target's body contained a massive Death God origin and sacrificial power.

The Archangel martial soul has completely refined and purified it, converting it into flawless sacred origin!]

[Now issuing ultimate critical reward: massive cultivation infusion! Plane Law Fragment ×1!]

Along with the crisp and frenzied system prompts ringing in his mind, Luo Feng had not even had time to withdraw the palm he held suspended in midair

when a terrifying energy unlike anything before, vast enough to burst any peak powerhouse, poured madly into every limb and bone in his body like a cosmic flood breaking through a dam.

If the feedback from killing Feng Ling and that group of Evil Soul Masters before had been a surging river, then the sacred origin brought by slaying the Holy Spirit Cult Master Zhongli Wu at this moment was a bottomless ocean.

Rumble!

A violent roar like ancient thunder erupted from within Luo Feng's body.

His Super Douluo soul core, which had already reached level 96 and been condensed to the absolute limit, actually began to swell, compress, and swell again at a visible speed under the scouring of that boundless energy.

The level barrier that stood before the vast majority of genius soul masters like an impassable chasm

was, in front of Luo Feng at this moment, even more fragile than a sheet of window paper soaked with water.

Crack!

Level 97!

Broken!

In just a single breath, the pure-gold divine radiance around Luo Feng's body surged several times over again, illuminating the entire border night sky of the Sun Moon Empire as if it were day.

But this frenzy of energy had only just begun!

Zhongli Wu was a peak level 98 existence. The century of cultivation in his body, now purified, together with the system's epic critical reward, turned into the purest booster rocket.

Crack!

Level 98!

Broken again!

The six pure-gold wings behind Luo Feng let out a joyful, clear cry at that moment.

Every golden feather on those wings began to reveal profound and obscure divine patterns of plane law.

The space around him could no longer withstand that terrifying pressure at all.

It began to collapse and shatter across a vast area, exposing pitch-black, unfathomable spatial turbulence.

And yet, that spatial turbulence, which was enough to tear apart a Titled Douluo, was forcibly smoothed out the instant it touched the sacred light protecting Luo Feng's body!

"Only the final step left... break for me!"

Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes. Those deep black pupils had, at this moment, completely turned into pure gold without the slightest impurity.

He threw his head back and let out a long howl that pierced the clouds, pushing the supreme divine might of the Archangel to its limit!

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for rising three levels in a row and successfully breaking through the level 99 threshold!]

[Congratulations, host. You have officially reached the peak of the Douluo Continent and advanced to—level 99 Ultimate Douluo (Demigod Realm)!]

Boom!!

The instant the realm of "level 99," which represented the utmost limit of mortals, was broken through, the plane laws of the entire Douluo Continent trembled violently because of it!

The million-year radiant golden divine ring above Luo Feng's head erupted with a ring of materialized sacred ripples.

At this moment, he was no longer borrowing a god's power. He himself already stood on the dividing line between mortal and deity!

Every movement of his hands and feet carried law!

With a single thought of creation or destruction, he could change heaven and earth!

Luo Feng slowly lowered his head and clenched his hands, which were filled with endless mighty power. The corner of his mouth curved into a wild smile that looked down upon the world.

"Level 99 Ultimate Douluo... so this is what it feels like to touch the divine realm."

Just as Luo Feng had only just stabilized his cultivation as a level 99 Ultimate Douluo.

The instant he casually shielded the unconscious Tang Ya behind him and prepared to head back to the inner courtyard's senior sister, Zhang Lexuan, to demand his "payment"—

The night sky, which had originally been illuminated by his sacred golden light until it was as bright as day, suddenly darkened without warning.

It was not the darkness of night falling.

It was an extreme blood-red that made one suffocate and retch, as if even the soul were about to be devoured.

"Who is it?!"

An aged roar, shrill to the extreme and seeming to come from the deepest depths of the Nine Nether Hell, exploded across the heavens.

Mixed within that voice were endless venom, madness, and murderous intent powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth.

It directly kicked up a terrifying blood-colored storm across the plains within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Crack!

The void less than a thousand meters from Luo Feng seemed to be forcibly torn open by a pair of invisible bloody hands.

A surging blood-colored river gushed out from that spatial rift.

Countless resentful souls wailed miserably within the blood.

That pure aura of evil and death even caused the earth below the Sun Moon Empire's border to wither and turn to sand in an instant.

Immediately after, an exquisitely graceful, peerlessly beautiful figure appeared.

Barefoot, with jade feet fairer than frost and snow, she slowly walked out from within a blood-red lotus.

She looked no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight, an unrivaled beauty in the prime of her splendor.

She wore a dark-red gauze dress as thin as cicada wings, which outlined her devilishly alluring, perfect curves to the fullest.

Her skin was like ice, her bones like jade, her complexion smooth as congealed cream.

On that face capable of toppling nations, her features were so exquisite not the slightest flaw could be found.

The tear mole at the corner of her eye added three parts bewitching charm.

If one looked only at her appearance, she was absolutely a stunner who could drive every man under heaven mad.

Her beauty was breathtaking, her charm captivating to the bone.

But at this moment, within this peerless beauty's soul-stealing, limpid eyes, two glaring streams of bloody tears were falling, and in her gaze burned madness and venom enough to set the entire world aflame.

Nine soul rings radiating monstrous blood energy and the aura of death pulsed beneath her feet.

The two outermost rings were shockingly the dazzling blood-red that symbolized the hundred-thousand-year level.

The Holy Spirit Cult's pillar of stability, a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo, the Death Goddess Saintess—Ye Xishui!

Although she had lived for more than two hundred years, by relying on her heaven-defying cultivation and special evil arts, her appearance had forever frozen at the most beautiful and enchanting moment of her life.

And yet, such an incomparably alluring beauty

was now emitting a deathly pressure that made the entire Douluo Continent tremble.

The instant she sensed deep within the Evil Demon Forest that her son Zhongli Wu had fallen, she had completely lost her mind.

She had not hesitated to burn her origin to tear open space and descend upon this border.

"My Wu'er... my Wu'er died here, without even a trace of his soul left behind!"

Ye Xishui's peerlessly beautiful face twisted slightly from extreme grief.

Her slender, delicate fingers trembled as she pointed toward the void where traces of the Divine Punishment Heavenly Light still lingered.

Then, her bloodshot beautiful eyes locked firmly onto Luo Feng, who was hovering in midair.

"It was you... you birdman with golden wings killed my son!"

Ye Xishui's voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, its charm mixed with a bone-chilling murderous intent.

Facing this Limit Douluo who had arrived so suddenly, facing this peerless Death Goddess whose fierce reputation resounded across Douluo Continent, and whom even Mu En and Long Xiaoyao both loved and hated, Luo Feng, who had just broken through to rank ninety-nine, showed not the slightest retreat or fear in his eyes.

Instead, he looked Ye Xishui up and down, his gaze flashing with undisguised aggression and fervor.

"As expected of the woman who once bewitched both Dragon Emperor Douluo and Dragon God Douluo until they lost their souls.

You've lived for more than two hundred years, yet this figure and face are even more seductive than those little girls in their early twenties."

Luo Feng clasped his hands behind his back, his six pure-gold wings standing unmoving within the blood-colored storm.

Like a pillar holding fast amid the current, they blocked all the blood energy filling the sky outside him.

He looked at the nearly deranged, peerlessly beautiful young matron, and the corner of his mouth curled into an extremely arrogant, provocative sneer.

"But unfortunately, the soul beneath that pretty face of yours is far too filthy.

Your son committed every evil imaginable, so I was merciful enough to send him to complete annihilation, body and soul.

What?

Did you, his mother, specially hurry over to fill in the final piece of my experience puzzle and complete the Holy Spirit Cult family set for me?"