Crushing Chrysanthemum Douluo to Death

This was Bibi Dong, who in the future would attain the Rakshasa Godhood through her own strength alone.

What extraordinary talent.

En Zuo watched Bibi Dong with admiration, holding down the restless Demon Ding as he introduced himself. "You may call me En Zuo."

"En Zuo?"

Searching through her memories, Bibi Dong parted her lips slightly, looking somewhat bewildered. "I've never heard of anyone by that name in Spirit Hall. Are you a disciple of some hidden sect?"

Even a power as formidable as Spirit Hall could not fully catalogue information on every sect across the Douluo Continent. En Zuo was so young, yet he had appeared before her through spatial means.

Such a foundation was likely something only a hidden sect could possess.

"No, I am not a disciple of a hidden sect." En Zuo did not hesitate to deny Bibi Dong's assumption, his tone certain. "I come from Monster Academy, a place even more beautiful than Spirit City."

"What arrogance."

Bibi Dong clearly did not believe En Zuo's claim. She thought he simply had never witnessed Spirit City's prosperity and was lost in the fanciful dreams of his own little world.

As the Saintess of Spirit Hall, she felt it necessary to educate this young man before her who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

"Do you know that Spirit Hall is the most powerful force on the Douluo Continent? No force has ever dared claim to surpass Spirit Hall."

Neither servile nor overbearing, En Zuo merely asked Bibi Dong calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, the current Spirit Hall Pope, Qian Xunji, is probably only at level ninety-four."

At this time, Qian Xunji had yet to become the Chamber Douluo. He was still six years away from becoming the Chamber Douluo. Bibi Dong held her teacher in great esteem.

"Of course."

Was he mocking the Spirit Hall Pope's insufficient strength?

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He wanted to take Bibi Dong and retreat, but from beginning to end, the pressure of an Ultimate Douluo had kept him locked in place.

Though that feeling was not as powerful as the Grand Worshipper's, it was still not something he could provoke at will.

If he acted rashly,

he would likely be seriously injured in the next instant.

Bibi Dong noticed this obvious abnormality.

Something was wrong.

Without drawing attention to herself, she took two steps back, retreating halfway behind Yue Guan. She gently tugged at the hem of his robe. "Your Excellency Chrysanthemum, let's go."

Leave? Where could they go?!

Yue Guan gritted his teeth, yet he dared not defy the Saintess's wishes. Just as he prepared to take a step away, that oppressive will became increasingly distinct.

He coldly addressed the surroundings. "Don't push people too far. Your Excellency should consider this carefully. Qian Daoliu, the First Elder of the Worship Hall, is the current Pope's father and one of the strongest Ultimate Douluo. Do not bring ruin upon yourself."

"Ultimate Douluo? That term was outdated tens of thousands of years ago. My purpose today is to take Bibi Dong away. You cannot stop me, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan!"

En Zuo's words made even Yue Guan's heart pound in alarm. What outrageous words these were. Before a Titled Douluo, he intended to forcibly take away Spirit Hall's Saintess. This was tantamount to stomping Spirit Hall beneath his feet.

"Young friend, forgive me! You forced my hand." Yue Guan decided to strike first. Enduring the pressure, he forcibly unleashed the soul skill he had yet to complete.

He soared into the air and walked upon the waves.

The enormous chrysanthemum in his hand shot out first, its golden petals expanding and amplifying in midair.

The phantom of an elderly man in ancient white robes appeared beside En Zuo, releasing the aura of a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo without restraint.

It was as if two bolts of cold lightning shot from the phantom's eyes. All his prior flamboyance transformed into towering momentum in that instant, as an overwhelming aura mixed with scorching soul power fluctuations erupted outward.

Behind En Ci, the phantom of a massive golden dragon appeared in an instant, as though a true dragon were soaring through the air.

He merely raised his right hand and pointed a finger at Yue Guan.

Along with his martial soul, the Heaven-Piercing Velvet Chrysanthemum, Yue Guan was sent flying by En Ci's phantom with what appeared to be a powerless finger, crashing viciously into the distant green grass.

Ancient trees throughout the forest snapped in great swathes.

Bibi Dong could not conceal her shock. Merely a phantom had utterly crushed Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan. One had to know that Yue Guan's strength had already reached level ninety-two.

He was a genuine Titled Douluo.

The might of a single finger was actually so terrifying!

Even if her teacher, Qian Xunji, had come in person, he would not have been able to accomplish this.

En Zuo gained a new understanding of En Ci's strength. At least ten thousand years ago, so long as he did not encounter Bo Saixi or Qian Daoliu, the two divine worshippers who possessed divine power, he could be called—

the pinnacle of the age.

Against a Titled Douluo at Yue Guan's level, even if this phantom possessed only half of En Ci's strength, it still had the power of a quasi-demigod Ultimate Douluo.

Yue Guan was in terrible condition. His martial soul, the Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, had been forcibly shattered. Golden stars filled his vision, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and he could no longer feel pain. His entire body had gone numb.

Yue Guan's expression changed drastically as he pleaded with En Ci's phantom. "Your Excellency, spare me. I failed to recognize Mount Tai and rashly offended you. So long as you nod, I will not hesitate to betray Spirit Hall and join you. I can help you deal with Spirit Hall. I am a Titled Douluo too—spare my life."

"Your Excellency Yue Guan, how could you..."

Watching Yue Guan bury his dignity in the dirt just to beg for his life, Bibi Dong had never seen an arrogant and unyielding Titled Douluo wear such an expression.

"A Titled Douluo? Deal with Spirit Hall..."

En Zuo did not even look at Yue Guan. In the original story, he was the kind of trash Titled Douluo whom even Ma Hongjun, a Soul Douluo, could not swiftly crush. What use was he?

In the Dragon King Era, he likely would not even be able to withstand a Soul Emperor equipped with a two-word battle armor.

En Zuo sighed and did not hesitate. "Teacher... deal with him."

Yue Guan did not even have the chance to speak another word before the immense pressure of soul power crushed him and pressed him into the earth.

No trace of life remained.

The Titled Douluo assigned to protect her had been pressed to death like an insect. Bibi Dong could only force herself to remain calm as she faced the two soul masters whose intentions she did not know.

"En Zuo, why do you want to take me away?"

Bibi Dong cared deeply about this.

She had considered that En Zuo might be captivated by her appearance. She had also considered that his faction might value her status as the Saintess, or even her talent.

But the answer she received from En Zuo was entirely beyond her expectations.

"I want you to join my soul master team and win a crucial soul master tournament for Monster Academy."

He wanted to crush a Titled Douluo to death merely to win a tournament?

Bibi Dong looked at En Zuo as though he were a madman. Only a madman would do something like this.

No, not even a madman would do something so insane.

"Are you joking with me?" Looking at En Ci's phantom standing beside En Zuo, Bibi Dong ultimately swallowed her anger. The situation was stronger than the person. "I accept your request, but I have one condition."

"Have a soul master duel with me. If you win, I'll obediently go with you. If I win, then I'll be the captain of your soul master team."