Condensed White Light Spots!

Before Gu Rong could steady himself, Yang Xing's figure blurred again. Clearly, he intended to use the same trick. But Gu Rong was, after all, a level ninety-five Super Douluo with incomparably rich combat experience. After suffering that hidden loss once, the purple light around his bone armor flared brilliantly. He likewise used spatial traversal, instantly vanishing into the void and reappearing dozens of meters away.

The Bone Dragon, having stabilized itself, suddenly opened its savage maw. A long-accumulated ball of purple dragon-breath flame shot toward Yang Xing like a burning meteor, carrying devastating heat and impact force. The attack was so fast that it was practically already before Yang Xing's face the instant it was unleashed.

At such close range, Yang Xing seemingly had no time to dodge?

No, he had no intention of dodging at all. Just as a glimmer of delight at having succeeded flashed through Gu Rong's enormous dragon eyes, a shocking sight unfolded.

The purple dragon breath, powerful enough to severely wound an ordinary Titled Douluo, did not explode upon touching Yang Xing's body. Instead, like melting ice and snow, it gradually transformed into wisps of docile purple smoke that drifted away.

Gu Rong's dragon pupils abruptly widened. As the master of that energy, he instantly sensed that the dissipating purple smoke was actually the most primordial Soul Power within his body, untouched by any soul skill conversion!

How was that possible? What kind of bizarre method was this? Could it be another unheard-of, strange soul skill that brat had mastered?

Shocked as he was, Gu Rong's combat instincts did not slow in the slightest.

Seeing that elemental attacks were ineffective, he made his decision at once. Another soul ring lit up on the Bone Dragon's true form, and purple flames erupted, completely enveloping its massive body. Since pure long-range energy attacks could be neutralized, he would use absolute physical impact combined with elemental enchantment!

The Bone Dragon let out a low roar, its huge body turning into a purple streak of light. When it was roughly a hundred meters from Yang Xing, its form flickered eerily once more and instantly slipped into space.

Almost in the same microsecond, the enormous Bone Dragon appeared out of thin air less than ten meters in front of Yang Xing, ramming into him with terrifying speed—so fast that even an ordinary Titled Douluo's nerves could not react!

This time, Yang Xing still did not dodge, whether because he could not or because he deliberately chose not to.

The Bone Dragon's enormous body, carrying overwhelming force, passed straight through Yang Xing's body.

However... at the instant of impact.

Yang Xing's body instantly assimilated, turning into purple flames identical to those on Gu Rong's body, and was scattered by the violent impact.

Before the Bone Dragon that had passed through him could celebrate, the scattered purple flames gathered once more in the void, reforming into an entirely unharmed Yang Xing.

This bizarre scene completely changed Gu Rong's expression. But before he could think further, Yang Xing's attack had already arrived. Yang Xing's body swayed slightly, instantly opening a distance of several hundred meters from the Bone Dragon. Then he lightly waved his left hand.

With a thunderous boom, the space around Gu Rong rippled violently. Countless enormous earthen spikes seemed to grow from the void, crisscrossing as they stabbed toward the Bone Dragon at the center. In an instant, they formed a massive stone cage, trapping it firmly inside.

At the same time, vast surging black clouds gathered out of nowhere above the Bone Dragon's head, and lightning crashed down like a raging storm. That was not all. Ice spikes, water swords, and wind-forged blades ran rampant throughout the area, turning the Bone Dragon's location into a complete elemental purgatory.

Faced with such a terrifying barrage of combined elements, Gu Rong roared furiously. Relying on the Bone Dragon martial soul's formidable defense and a Super Douluo's vast Soul Power, he forcibly broke free from the earthen spikes' restraint. Though lightning and wind blades left several wounds on his body, they were nothing serious.

The two then launched into a dazzling series of offensive and defensive exchanges a thousand meters in the air. Lightning, gales, bone claws, and spatial rifts continuously intertwined and collided in the sky, every clash making the void tremble.

This high-intensity exchange lasted for several minutes.

Suddenly, Yang Xing flashed and abruptly stopped in the air ten meters away from Gu Rong. He patted his sleeve and said lightly, "That's about enough. It feels all right. I'm done playing."

The moment his words fell, his figure vanished from the spot.

The Bone Dragon's pupils constricted sharply. Its massive dragon head began whipping wildly from side to side, purple ghostfire swaying in the wind. Above, below, left, right, front, back—his senses searched in every direction.

Nothing.

He could sense nothing at all.

One second.

Two seconds.

"I'm here, Bone Douluo."

The voice came from overhead. Calm, distorted by the sound of the wind.

Gu Rong's dragon pupils shot upward.

Yang Xing stood directly above him. Not floating—standing. Both feet rested on empty air, his dark green-black robe fluttering in the currents as he looked down at the giant Bone Dragon dozens of meters long, like a man looking down at a lizard by his feet.

Not good!

Gu Rong's mind raced wildly. The Bone Dragon martial soul's spatial traversal ability activated instantly. He had to evade, open the distance, and leave the attack range before the other side could strike.

Spatial power surged around him.

But this time, it stopped halfway through.

Like a rushing river crashing into a dam.

His spatial traversal ability had been suppressed by something. The space around him had become as hard as iron, unmoving no matter how he tore at it.

At the same time, the entire Bone Dragon true form was frozen in place.

It was not suppression.

It was not sealing.

It was a deeper, more fundamental lock. It was as though the rule that "Gu Rong can move" in this patch of sky had been rewritten into "Gu Rong cannot move."

Gu Rong struggled with all his strength. Every bit of the Soul Power of a level ninety-five Super Douluo boiled and raged within him, attempting to break through the invisible shackles.

But he could not move at all.

The Bone Dragon's body was frozen high in the sky. Its wings were spread, its dragon claws hung suspended, and even its bony tail retained the curve from when it had just turned.

Like a statue frozen in time.

Above him.

Yang Xing gently raised his right foot, which had been standing on empty air.

Then he stepped down.

Onto the Bone Dragon's head.

The hem of his dark green-black robe hung over the bone-white dragon head as Yang Xing stood at the center of that enormous skeletal skull. Compared to a giant dragon dozens of meters long, a human body was like a speck of dust landing on a mountaintop.

Yet that speck of dust was now pinning the mountain so firmly that it could not move.

Gu Rong remained conscious. He could sense the weight of that foot on his head. It was not heavy—one could even call it light. Yet within that lightness was something that made even his soul tremble.

Then.

Soul Power began to gather.

Yang Xing lifted the foot resting on the dragon's head and turned his palm downward. A point of light emerged beneath his foot. White, pure—surging Soul Power began converging toward that point at a terrifying speed.

One meter.

Within a second, the ball of light expanded to a diameter of one meter. Its white radiance was blinding, illuminating Gu Rong's entire Bone Dragon head.