Just as Ye Xishui was about to be killed, the old lickspittle Long Xiaoyao arrived

Crack!

Ye Xishui's martial soul true body—the Blood Soul Demon Puppet she had condensed from countless amounts of blood and souls—

Had actually been cleaved cleanly in half by that single sword!

Extreme pure-gold holy fire erupted violently along the split.

It frantically purified and burned away the endless aura of death within the demon puppet!

"Pfft!"

With her martial soul true body shattered, a fierce backlash instantly surged into Ye Xishui's real body.

This peerless Limit Douluo could no longer maintain her lofty allure and bewitching charm.

She threw her head back and spat a huge mouthful of black-red blood mixed with her vital heartblood.

Her entire body was like a meteor knocked from the sky, plummeting stiffly down from high above.

It smashed brutally into the barren plain below.

BOOM!!

The earth shuddered violently, and a terrifying crater hundreds of meters deep and over ten thousand meters across—

Formed with a thunderous crash on the border of the Sun Moon Empire!

Dust billowed up, blotting out the sky and sun.

Yet the culprit behind all of this still hovered in midair as if standing on level ground.

Luo Feng slowly put away the Heavenly Kingdom Holy Sword, the six pure-gold wings on his back gently flapping.

They scattered sacred radiance across the sky, dispersing all the dust and lingering blood aura.

"Whoosh!"

At the bottom of this giant crater, hundreds of meters deep.

Ye Xishui, the Death Goddess Saintess who had once stood high above all others, peerless in grace, and struck terror into the entire Douluo Continent—

Was now sprawled in utter misery amid shattered stone and ruins.

The dark-red gauze dress that had once been as thin as a cicada's wing, perfectly outlining her provocative curves, Had already been torn into countless ragged strips by the terrifying destructive power of the Divine Punishment Heavenly Light.

Large patches of skin that had once been fair as jade were exposed, now covered in scorch marks and bloodstains.

"Pfft!"

Ye Xishui once again threw back her head and spat a huge mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of her internal organs.

Her stunning face, beautiful enough to topple kingdoms, was now as pale as gold paper, utterly drained of color.

Her once-pinned cloudlike hair had completely fallen loose as well, stained with mud and blood, leaving her wretched beyond words.

The origin power of a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo had been forcibly cleaved apart.

This soul-piercing heavy injury left her without even the strength to lift a finger.

In those bright, limpid eyes that had once captivated souls and brimmed with endless seduction, Only unconcealable fear and despair remained now.

Not even in her dreams had she imagined that after dominating the continent for more than two hundred years, She would be defeated in such a humiliating manner by a youth not even twenty years old.

And defeated so thoroughly, so overwhelmingly!

"Cough, cough... You... you can't kill me..."

Looking at the black-haired youth slowly descending from midair as if strolling through a courtyard, like a flawless deity, Ye Xishui's voice trembled, filled with thick pleading and unwillingness.

"Can't kill you? Is there anyone in this world I, Luo Feng, can't kill?"

The six pure-gold wings behind Luo Feng gently flapped, and his toes landed lightly at the bottom of the pit.

He looked down from above at this once-arrogant peerless beauty.

There was no emotional fluctuation in those deep pure-gold eyes, only the cold appraisal one might give a "top-tier experience pack."

"Old hag, you sucked the blood of so many innocent civilians and soul masters to maintain that skin and cultivation of yours.

Today, it's time for you to spit all that power back out, principal and interest included."

Luo Feng slowly raised his right hand, and a mass of golden holy flame, pure to the extreme and radiating a terrifying law of purification, Silently condensed in his palm.

As long as this palm struck down, Ye Xishui, this rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo, would end up just like her son Zhongli Wu.

Utterly reduced to ash, becoming the purest nourishment for the Archangel martial soul!

"Die."

Luo Feng's gaze turned abruptly cold, and his palm, carrying a terrifying force that could tear through the void, mercilessly slammed down toward Ye Xishui's skull!

"Stop!!"

At that critical instant, from the end of the sky suddenly came an aged roar of fury, heart-rending, like a cuckoo crying blood.

Immediately afterward, a heaven-shaking dragon's roar, filled with endless darkness and violent majesty, exploded over the border of the Sun Moon Empire!

"Roar!"

High in the firmament, the night sky that had been illuminated by the Archangel's divine light until it was bright as day

was actually torn apart by an overbearing, pure darkness.

The phantom of a Dark Sacred Dragon, more than three hundred meters long and covered entirely in enormous black dragon scales, shot down like a black meteor, smashing toward the massive pit where Luo Feng stood with a mad speed that seemed to burn its very origin!

"Hmm?"

Luo Feng raised his brows slightly.

Sensing that undisguised aura of a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo, the palm he had been bringing down on Ye Xishui paused slightly in midair. Then his wrist turned, and the pure golden sacred flames in his palm became a dazzling pillar of light that blasted straight up to meet the charging Dark Sacred Dragon phantom!

Rumble!

One golden and one black, two powers representing the extremes of Douluo Continent, crashed together in midair!

Violent ripples of energy swept out in every direction like a tsunami, forcefully expanding the already ruined crater to twice its original size!

Luo Feng's figure stood unmoving, not even raising the slightest bit of dust beneath his feet.

Meanwhile, under that collision, the enormous Dark Sacred Dragon phantom let out a muffled groan.

Its massive body suddenly froze in midair, then transformed into the figure of a tall, burly old man with a head full of silver hair.

He landed heavily in front of Ye Xishui.

The newcomer wore a black robe and had an aged face, but those eyes, which should have been deep as an abyss, were now filled with frenzied bloodshot veins.

Dragon Emperor Douluo, grand consecrator of the Holy Spirit Cult, one of the three great Limit Douluo of the present age—Long Xiaoyao!

"Xishui! Xishui, how are you?!"

Long Xiaoyao did not even have the attention to spare for Luo Feng across from him. He dropped hard to one knee.

With trembling hands, he carefully gathered Ye Xishui, who was collapsed in the ruins and covered in blood, into his arms.

Seeing the woman he had loved his entire life wounded so miserably, with even her rank ninety-nine soul core cracked, this peerless powerhouse, once famed alongside Dragon God Douluo Mu En, trembled violently with heartache, tears almost spilling from his eyes.

"Xiaoyao... you... you finally came..."

As Ye Xishui looked at Long Xiaoyao holding her, an almost imperceptible glint of exploitation flashed deep in her eyes.

Then she immediately put on a pitiful, exquisitely frail, and tragic expression, clutching tightly at Long Xiaoyao's lapel.

"Wu'er... Wu'er was killed by him! He wants to kill me too... Xiaoyao, save me..."

"I know! I know everything! Don't be afraid. With me here, no one is touching you today!"

Long Xiaoyao's eyes were scarlet, like an old dragon protecting its young that had been driven into a complete rage.

He whipped his head around and stared fixedly at Luo Feng not far away.

The terrifying killing intent belonging to a rank ninety-nine Dark Sacred Dragon locked firmly onto Luo Feng as if it had taken physical form.

"Luo Feng! You've gone too far!

Fine, you killed Zhongli Wu, but why did you have to deal such a vicious blow to Xishui too?!"

Long Xiaoyao roared through gritted teeth.

Looking at this "deeply moving" scene before him, Luo Feng showed not the slightest hint of backing down.

Instead, as if he had just watched a ridiculous monkey show, he could not help throwing his head back and laughing.

"Hahahahaha! And here I was wondering who wasn't sleeping in the middle of the night and had run over to play the flower's protector.

So it's you, you old black dragon who threw away even his backbone for a woman."