A Great Battle with Long Xiaoyao, Who is the Strongest Man on Douluo Continent!

"Long Xiaoyao, oh, Long Xiaoyao!"

"You were the mighty Dark Sacred Dragon, a peerless prodigy famed alongside Mu En, once one of the strongest at the very summit of Douluo Continent."

"And what happened? For the sake of an old witch who never loved you, who had only power and slaughter in her heart, you willingly acted as her dog for decades!"

"She schemed against you and Mu En back then and gave birth to Zhongli Wu, yet she treated you as nothing more than a thug she could summon at will."

"And now that death is staring her in the face, she finally remembers you, her old bootlicking dog who comes running whenever she calls?"

"You haven't just thrown away the dignity that belongs to an Ultimate Douluo—you've disgraced every man under heaven!"

Every word from Luo Feng was like a poison-tempered knife, stabbing viciously into Long Xiaoyao's heart.

It trampled his twisted, lowly love until nothing remained intact.

"Shut up! What do you know?!"

"I owe Xishui. This life of mine belongs to her! You are not allowed to insult her!"

Long Xiaoyao was like a wild beast whose sore spot had been stepped on, letting out a hysterical roar.

In his bloodshot eyes surged a madness and brutality unlike anything before.

He gently placed Ye Xishui on a relatively flat piece of rubble.

With a casual motion, he laid down a thick barrier of black soul power, protecting her within it.

Then the Dragon Emperor Douluo, who had lived for more than two hundred years, slowly straightened up.

Boom!

An utterly pure aura of darkness shot up from within Long Xiaoyao like a volcanic eruption.

The barren plain, already smashed into a huge meteor crater, actually began to tremble and crack violently at that moment.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red!

Nine soul rings, representing the strongest peak of traditional soul masters on the current Douluo Continent, pulsed thunderously beneath Long Xiaoyao's feet.

Even though he did not have a hundred-thousand-year red ring for each one, his terrifying foundation accumulated over two centuries...

Still made those nine soul rings radiate a suffocating pressure of the Ultimate realm.

"Luo Feng, you truly are a monster rarely seen in ten thousand years."

"But of all the things you should never have done, you should never have enraged this old man!"

Long Xiaoyao's voice became incomparably hoarse and deep, like a roar from the abyss.

"Today, this old man will show you who is truly the strongest man on this Douluo Continent!"

"The strongest man?"

Luo Feng threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with boundless arrogance and dominance, a dazzling will to fight igniting in his golden eyes.

"Good! Old bootlicker, since you're so desperate to prove yourself, I'll grant your wish today!"

"I'd like to see what a lingering old dark dragon like you can use to shake a true god!"

The instant his words fell, the nine soul rings beneath Luo Feng's feet surged up once more with a thunderous roar!

Yellow, yellow, purple, red, red, red, red, orange-gold, dazzling radiant gold!

The moment that million-year divine ring, exuding an aura that suppressed the ages, lit up, the entire plane let out an overburdened wail!

They were both rank ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo.

But the aura radiating from Luo Feng was an absolute law that completely stood above the mortal realm!

That was the true realm of a demigod!

"Roar!"

Long Xiaoyao struck first. With a furious roar, the phantom of the Dark Sacred Dragon behind him instantly merged with his body.

Martial Soul True Body—the Dark Sacred Dragon descended!

A colossal black dragon over five hundred meters long, its entire body covered in heavy scales like obsidian, carried the dark law of destruction that could annihilate everything as it roared and charged at Luo Feng!

"Eighth Soul Skill, Black Dragon World-Extinguishing Strike!"

This was Long Xiaoyao's killing blow, launched in fury.

The enormous true body of the black dragon turned into a pitch-black tornado in midair, devouring all light.

Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch like fragile glass, countless fine spatial rifts interweaving into a net of death.

In an instant, it sealed off every path of retreat Luo Feng had.

Facing this world-destroying killing move from an Ultimate Douluo, Luo Feng had no intention of dodging at all.

"Darkness dares run rampant before the ultimate light?"

Luo Feng's gaze was icy as his right hand suddenly clenched in the void.

Sixth Soul Skill, First Form—Law of Judgment: Heavenly Kingdom Holy Sword!

A pure-gold cross-shaped greatsword, a hundred zhang long, condensed in his palm in an instant.

At the same time, the seventh hundred-thousand-year red soul ring beneath his feet blazed with light. Martial Soul Avatar—Archangel Descends!

Luo Feng's body completed its divine light-transformation in a flash, as if it had been forged from the purest liquid gold.

In the state of the true Archangel form, the power of all his sacred attributes skyrocketed by five hundred percent!

"Slash!"

Luo Feng flipped his wrist, and the Heavenly Kingdom Holy Sword turned into a golden rainbow that spanned heaven and earth.

With an absolutely unmatched momentum, it came slashing down hard to meet the roaring dark tornado!

"Rumble, rumble, rumble!!"

One gold, one black—two forces representing the ultimate peak of power in the world today—collided fiercely several hundred meters up in the air!

In that instant, the entire world seemed to lose all sound.

Then came a terrifying energy storm beyond description.

With the clash between the two of them at its center, it swept madly in every direction!

Within a radius of a hundred li, the earth was forcibly scraped clean of a thick layer of ground.

Mountains in the distance collapsed with a crash under the impact of the aftershock, like sculptures made of sand.

If this wilderness had not been completely deserted, the aftershock of this single strike would have been enough to destroy several cities!

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

The Heavenly Kingdom Holy Sword and the black dragon's claw pressed tightly against each other, erupting with an ear-piercing screech of friction.

The ultimate power of darkness that Long Xiaoyao took such pride in—

the moment it came into contact with the Archangel's sacred holy flame, amplified by five hundred percent, it was like ice thrown into a steel furnace.

It began to be purified and melted away at a frantic speed!

"How is this possible?! This old man's Dark Sacred Dragon has actually been suppressed to this extent?!"

Long Xiaoyao's enormous dragon eyes were filled with horror.

At last, he personally experienced the unreasonable absolute attribute suppression of the Angel Martial Soul.

And he felt even more clearly Luo Feng's vast soul power, so deep it seemed to have no end!

"So this is the strongest power you're so proud of?

Too weak. So weak I can't even muster the slightest interest!"

Luo Feng gave a cold laugh and suddenly raised his left leg.

The exclusive divine skill of the hundred-thousand-year Heavenly Leap Left Leg Bone erupted!

His figure vanished from where he stood in an instant, ignoring the pull of the energy storm.

He appeared directly above the Dark Sacred Dragon's massive head.

"Old black dragon, have a taste of this!"

Luo Feng raised his right leg high, and the hundred-thousand-year Holy Flame Judgment Right Leg Bone instantly erupted with blinding golden radiance.

"Meteor Holy Flame Stomp!"

With one stomp, the Law of Destruction and sacred flame, refined to the extreme, turned into an almost tangible golden meteor that kicked the Dark Sacred Dragon squarely on its dragon horn with perfect precision!

"Crack!"

The tooth-aching sound of bone splitting rang through the night sky!

The dragon horn of the Dark Sacred Dragon, known as the hardest in the entire continent, was actually snapped off by Luo Feng's kick!

"Roar!"

Long Xiaoyao let out a shrill dragon cry of agony, his enormous black dragon true body like a falling meteorite.

Luo Feng's kick sent him smashing down from high in the sky into the earth below, blasting open another bottomless pit!

"Xiaoyao!"

From within the protective barrier, Ye Xishui saw this scene and let out a despairing cry of grief.

"Cough, cough... This old man isn't dead yet!"

In the depths of the pit, the Dark Sacred Dragon's body suddenly twisted violently. Long Xiaoyao forcibly dispelled his Martial Soul Avatar, turned back into human form, and shot into the sky.

At this moment, his silver hair hung loose, and glaring blood stained the corner of his mouth.

The black robe over his chest had been completely shredded, revealing the dragon-scale armor beneath, covered in cracks. He looked wretched to the extreme.

But the madness in his eyes had not diminished. Instead, it had grown even stronger.

"Luo Feng, this old man admits you're strong—stronger than anything I ever imagined.

But as long as this old man still draws breath, don't even dream of touching a single hair on Xishui's head!"

Long Xiaoyao suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of source essence blood into the air.

"Dark Sacred Dragon, blood sacrifice the source! Behold my ninth soul skill!"