Undead Space, Gathering the Seven Strongest

Having decided to nurture several God-level powerhouses native to the Douluo Plane, Lei Chen wasted no further time. His consciousness instantly sank into the plane's origin and locked onto the Undead Demiplane, which had already perfectly merged with the Douluo Plane.

This domain, once belonging to Electrolux, had now become a unique subsidiary space of the Douluo Plane. The deathly aura and eternal desolation within made it the perfect setting for this "summons"—mysterious enough, and intimidating enough.

Lei Chen's will spread like an invisible net, covering the entire Douluo Continent in an instant and directly locking onto the six most powerful presences.

Three Rank 99 Limit Douluo—Mu En of Shrek, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao of the Holy Spirit Cult—as well as three Rank 98 Super Douluo—Xuan Zi of Shrek, Du Bushi of the Noumenon Sect, and Zhongli Wu of the Holy Spirit Cult.

After a brief pause, Lei Chen's "gaze" shifted to the Sun Moon Empire, settling on Kong Deming. Though he possessed only Rank 95 soul power, he wielded the Rank 10 soul tool, the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield, and possessed combat strength comparable to a Limit Douluo.

"These seven, then." With a thought from Lei Chen, the authority of the plane's master activated without a sound.

In the Undead Demiplane, an eternally unchanging and sinister black sun hung in the sky. It radiated a dim violet glow, illuminating the pitch-black earth with bleak, lifeless desolation.

Suddenly, space twisted simultaneously in seven separate locations. The next moment, seven figures, their faces filled with shock and uncertainty, were forcibly dragged from wherever they had been by an overwhelming power they could neither comprehend nor resist, then thrown into this unfamiliar world.

"Who goes there?!"

"Who are you?!"

The seven reacted almost at once. Vast soul power erupted instantly, and brilliant soul rings rose beneath their feet, casting shifting colors across this deathly silent space.

Brilliant light shone around Mu En, with the Radiant Sacred Dragon faintly appearing behind him. At Ye Xishui's side, the Blood Soul Demon Puppet twisted grotesquely, emanating a chillingly evil aura. Behind Long Xiaoyao coiled the Dark Sacred Dragon, exuding profound majesty.

The heavy aura of Xuan Zi's Taotie Divine Bull spread outward. Du Bushi's Noumenon Martial Soul true body appeared, his muscles knotted and bulging with power. Behind Zhongli Wu emerged the Death God Demon Puppet, its ghostly light flickering.

Though Kong Deming possessed the lowest soul power rank, several exquisitely crafted soul tool cores already floated before him, emanating dangerous energy fluctuations.

The seven powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of the continent were all on high alert. Their sharp gazes swept over the bizarre surroundings—and... each other!

When they recognized those standing beside them, their astonishment only deepened.

Shrek, the Noumenon Sect, the Sun Moon Empire, and even evil soul masters... The strongest experts of nearly every top faction on the continent had actually been forcibly gathered here at the same time!

For a moment, no one spoke. Extreme tension and suspicion filled the air, while the faint, intermittent howls of undead creatures from the depths of the Undead Space made the scene all the more eerie.

After roughly a dozen breaths of silence and confrontation, Du Bushi's enormous, bell-like eyes suddenly locked onto Long Xiaoyao, whose aura was ethereal and expression complicated. Decades of pent-up fury instantly shattered the dam of his reason.

"Long Xiaoyao! You despicable bastard! Die!"

Du Bushi roared. Without even considering the strangeness of this place or the source of that irresistible force, his massive body shot forward like a cannonball. His fist, containing terrifying power and carrying the force to shatter mountains and split stone, slammed straight toward Long Xiaoyao's face.

He would never forget that this man had incited his elder brother to challenge Mu En back then, ultimately leading to his brother's death. Such a grudge could never be shared beneath the same sky!

Facing Du Bushi's furious strike, a trace of complexity flashed through Long Xiaoyao's eyes. Yet he did not retaliate, merely shifting slightly as though intending to evade.

However, Ye Xishui's expression turned cold beside him.

Her relationship with Long Xiaoyao was far from ordinary. How could she allow anyone to attack him in front of her?

"Courting death!"

Ye Xishui snorted coldly. Without any visible movement from her, the phantom of the Blood Soul Demon Puppet had already expanded. A highly condensed beam of bloody light, carrying an aura of corrosion and devouring, struck first and met Du Bushi's fist.

At the same time, seeing his mother make a move, a vicious gleam flashed in Zhongli Wu's eyes. The phantom of the Death God Demon Puppet behind him swung its arm, firing a pitch-black death ray that silently slithered toward Du Bushi's side like a venomous snake.

Boom!

Du Bushi's fist collided head-on with Ye Xishui's bloody light, producing a muffled blast.

Du Bushi's strength was fierce, but he was ultimately only Rank 98, while Ye Xishui was a Rank 99 Limit Douluo. The quality of her soul power surpassed his. Though the bloody light was scattered by his blow, his forward momentum also came to a halt.

And just as his old force had been spent and his new force had yet to arise, Zhongli Wu's death ray arrived.

Du Bushi's expression changed drastically. Though fierce and aggressive, he knew full well how dangerous it was to face the combined assault of Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu—especially Ye Xishui, whose strength exceeded his own!

In his haste, he could only barely twist aside and attempt to withstand the strike head-on.

Just as Du Bushi was about to suffer a severe loss, a gentle yet incomparably solid golden light abruptly lit up. Like an invisible wall, it blocked his side.

Poof!

The death ray struck the golden light and vanished soundlessly, like mud sinking into the sea.

Another thick and domineering aura intervened at the same time, positioning itself between Du Bushi and Ye Xishui. A deep voice said, "Hold your hands!"

The ones who had acted were Mu En and Xuan Zi.

With Mu En and Xuan Zi blocking the attacks for him, Du Bushi finally had a chance to catch his breath. He retreated several steps, his face alternating between green and pale. He glared fiercely at Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu, yet did not dare act rashly again.

Mu En's gaze swept past the furious Du Bushi before finally settling on the conflicted Long Xiaoyao and the frost-faced Ye Xishui. He let out a soft sigh, his voice hoarse yet carrying a strange soothing power. "Xiaoyao, Xishui... and Sect Master Du."

"We were all forcibly brought here by an irresistible power. The situation remains unclear, and we cannot distinguish friend from foe. Fighting among ourselves here would be most unwise."

"Why not call a temporary halt and first determine exactly who gathered the seven of us here? It will not be too late to fight afterward. What do you think?"

Mu En's words were like a light touch upon a taut bowstring, temporarily easing the atmosphere of drawn swords and bent bows.

Ye Xishui snorted coldly and recalled the Blood Soul Demon Puppet. Zhongli Wu also cast Du Bushi a sinister glance before ceasing his movements.

Though unwilling, Du Bushi knew Mu En's words made sense. He gave a muffled snort and withdrew his soul power.

Once again, the gazes of all seven turned in unspoken unison toward the depths of this bizarre space.

Within the vast, deathly silent Undead Space, only dim violet light shrouded the seven strongest experts of the continent, along with the increasingly heavy supreme majesty in the air, originating from the plane's very source.