A Fireworks Display

The newcomer had smiling eyes and looked no more than a teenager. Her large eyes were innocent and adorable. Her hair was styled into twin buns, adding to her youthful vitality. She wore a short top and skirt, exposing her fair arms and slender legs.

The girl's voice was as crisp and pleasant as silver bells. Though pure and clear, it carried a seductive lilt. "Handsome, how come I've never seen you before? How old are you?"

She stepped through the air with lotus-like grace, slowly drawing closer to him.

Yet he remained seated cross-legged atop the flower bud, not even lifting his eyelids.

The girl lightly moved before him. Her eyes appeared pure, but were in truth deep and weathered.

As she drew closer and closer, her red lips nearly touching his fair cheek, an overwhelmingly sharp killing intent slashed directly across her neck. Her expression changed. Her figure turned illusory, and with a sway like a silver bell, she dodged the strike aimed at her life.

The innocence on her face vanished without a trace. She touched her neck with lingering fear, her face dark as she complained, "Big brother, you should at least warn me before attacking."

Tang Wulin merely sneered.

Na Nali's gaze turned cold. Nine Soul Rings shone beneath her feet—six black and three red. It was already an immensely powerful Soul Ring configuration.

She held a Bell in her hand, black mist billowing around it as though it were breathing. Every fluctuation of that black mist seemed to carry shrill, piercing screams.

One of the Holy Spirit Cult's Four Heavenly Kings, the Dark Bell, Na Nali.

Na Nali sighed regretfully. "I was going to spare your life because you're rather handsome and turn you into my toy to keep me company. I never expected you to be so ungrateful."

Tang Wulin mocked, "You?"

Na Nali snorted angrily. "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Her pale hand swung sharply, hurling the Bell outward. It rapidly expanded in midair as the Soul Rings beneath her feet flashed continuously. The Bell began ringing wildly, erupting with wave after wave of nearly tangible soundwaves that even tried to bypass Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Domain and charge directly into Heaven Dou City.

The power of the Fear Bell, unleashed by a level-96 Super Douluo, was undeniably formidable.

But Na Nali had not yet devoured tens of thousands of vengeful souls as she had in her previous life, nor had she reached level 98.

It would take Tang Wulin some effort to kill her, but stopping her was merely a matter of lifting a hand.

A blue halo rose, and the soundwaves vanished as though mud oxen entering the sea.

Tang Wulin casually pressed forward. Na Nali's figure shot backward, her expression changing drastically. Points of light lit up at every joint across her body as pieces of Battle Armor attached themselves to her. Her aura surged, yet she still felt as though the entire world were rejecting her.

The closer one was to the laws, the greater the effect of this pressure.

Fortunately, Na Nali was not yet an Ultimate Douluo. Otherwise, that single press from Tang Wulin would have locked her in place, leaving her unable to move. Of course, if she truly had been an Ultimate Douluo, she would not have given Tang Wulin such an easy chance to wield the power of laws.

Tang Wulin had not expected to bind her in one move. He extended his fingertips and traced circle after circle through the void. Brilliant golden rings drifted toward Na Nali.

They were clearly moving slowly, yet the rings faintly contained the power of laws. They formed an integrated whole, impossible to evade.

Na Nali let out a shriek. The Bell trembled, and circles of soundwaves instead enveloped her own body. Black mist spread as she tried to block the rings, but it was futile.

I can't be controlled! A trace of fear flashed through her heart. Once he controlled her, she might truly die here! The Holy Spirit Cult had made a grave miscalculation of this man's strength!

Run!

Without hesitation, Na Nali gritted her teeth and thrust both palms forward. The Bell solidified, blocking the rings before her.

Just as the rings were about to pass the Bell and rush toward her, Na Nali tapped with her fingertip. All nine Soul Rings flashed at once, and the Bell exploded instantly, tearing open small rifts in space.

Na Nali curled up in pain, not daring to linger for even a moment. She turned into black mist and plunged directly into one of the spatial rifts, vanishing without a trace.

Unfixed Storm descended upon the spatial rift she had left behind, stabilizing it.

A sharp yet lingering aura appeared at Tang Wulin's side.

A longsword drew from its sheath across the sky. The Passionate Douluo, who had lain in wait for so long, gave a cold smile. "At last, we've hooked this fish."

Tang Wulin looked at him. "Be extremely careful."

Zang Xin smiled nonchalantly. "Don't worry."

Then, this Ultimate Douluo transformed into a sword and entered the rift, disappearing from sight.

Unfixed Storm dissipated. The rift in the void closed under the repair of the power of laws.

From beginning to end, Tang Wulin had not even left the enormous flower.

After watching Zang Xin depart, Tang Wulin closed his eyes once more.

It had to be said that the Holy Spirit Cult had partially achieved its goal.

Na Nali had drawn his attention away, weakening his control over Heaven Dou and allowing the Evil Soul Masters to act.

But unfortunately, the Holy Spirit Cult was still too foolish.

Since the Tang Sect had long known their objective, how could he possibly have been their only preparation?

Even if the Blue Silver Domain's control had weakened, the members of the Tang Sect's Battle Soul Hall on the ground were no pushovers.

However.

The main event had arrived.

Tang Wulin gazed into the distance at the horizon.

Night had long since fallen completely.

As darkness enveloped the land, streaks of dazzling light easily drew everyone's attention.

The terrifying energy fluctuations made every Soul Master in Heaven Dou City turn pale in horror and begin scattering in all directions.

Only ordinary people who had no idea what was happening stared in confusion at the flickering lights in the sky.

Until the lights drew closer and closer.

Until more and more people saw clearly that the Fixed Soul-Guided Artillery Shells, once seen only on Federation propaganda channels, now hung above them. Even the ordinary civilians began screaming and fleeing in panic.

On the streets, a young child pointed at the sky and curiously asked his parents, "Is that a shooting star?"

His parents raised their heads, their faces deathly pale.

Where could they possibly run?

They could only rush into underground parking garages, shielding their children beneath their bodies. Though their hands trembled with fear, they still protected their confused children without hesitation.

Some fighters from the Tang Sect's Battle Soul Hall stopped retreating. No matter how their team leaders shouted at them, they turned a deaf ear.

The fighters who had stopped exchanged glances, then removed their masks in unspoken agreement. Smiling knowingly, they rushed toward the civilians, releasing their Soul Power to shield them and shouting for them to evacuate in an orderly manner.

The team leader gritted his teeth, tore off his own mask, and stood alongside his team members.

Soldiers.

Members of mech units.

Some tried to fly into the sky to intercept the shells, only to discover that they could not break through the flight altitude limit. They could only descend and join the evacuation efforts.

The bombs drew closer and closer.

They had come so close that they had already broken through the anti-air fire blockade and were about to cross the flight altitude line into low-altitude airspace.

At last, they had arrived.

Tang Wulin looked at the Soul-Guided bombs, each radiating terrifying fluctuations, and let out a long breath.

He stood up.

The flower beneath his feet bloomed completely. Pieces of dazzling Four-Word Battle Armor emerged, and a resounding dragon's roar rang out. A golden dragon that blotted out the sky crossed through space, stretching above Heaven Dou as it roared.

Overwhelming power erupted. The Blue Silver Domain surged upward, and the phantom of the Golden Ancient Tree flickered past. A massive pillar of light shot into the sky as a thick, solid protective barrier instantly enveloped Heaven Dou City.

Devour Heaven and Earth fully opened. With the help of the Golden Ancient Tree, Tang Wulin raised Heaven Dou's barrier by himself.

The Golden Dragon Spear swept across the sky. The giant dragon circled overhead, Shadows of a Thousand Dragons surrounding it like dancers paying homage.

The Golden Dragon soared and roared toward the heavens. Following their king, the thousand dragons released earthshaking roars at the uninvited guests who had dared challenge the majesty of one above them.

A blue-gold halo encircled the entirety of Heaven Dou City. Beneath the shadows of the thousand dragons, everyone stood stunned.

The murderous Soul-Guided bombs were intercepted outside the hastily raised barrier. The occasional one that slipped through was sent flying by a dragon's tail, exploding into brilliant fireworks in the sky.

"Bang—bang! Bang bang bang—"

The explosions came one after another without end.

Though the protective barrier trembled and dimmed, it still blocked every Fixed Soul-Guided Artillery Shell.

The despairing crisis was transformed, as if by some dramatic twist, into a fireworks display.

The dazzling fireworks lingered in the sky for a long time.

The Golden Dragon looked back and gave a low cry.

The Golden Dragon's form continuously shrank, becoming a person.

The thousand dragons danced once more for their victorious returning king, then finally turned into streams of light that fell onto his wrist, forming a rainbow-colored bracelet.

The figure lowered his head, seeming to glance at something before vanishing into the sky.

Yet the protective barrier still stood outside Heaven Dou City, keeping the city's residents safe within it.

A young couple emerged from the underground parking garage with their child in their arms, their hearts still racing with the relief of having survived a disaster.

The little child had no concept of danger. His eyes shone brightly. "The fire is so pretty!"

The lingering heat and aftershocks left by the Soul-Guided bombs still burned in the sky.

The woman's nose stung. Tears filled her eyes, yet her lips curved into a smile as she softly echoed the child's innocent sentiment. "Yes, it's very pretty."

The man wrapped his arms around them, as though holding his entire world.