Top 5 Strongest Figures of Peerless Tang Sect: Long Xiaoyao, Dragon Emperor Douluo, Rank 99

[Who else could fifth place be? Could he be even more outrageous than the rank ninety-eight Taotie?]

[Shut your mouth first.]

Oscar raised a hand to stop him, his gaze fixed firmly on the Sky Screen.

[If fifth place is also rank ninety-eight, what gives him the right to rank above Xuan Zi?]

Dai Mubai gripped the White Tiger Gauntlet in his hand, his tone heavy.

The Sky Screen did not immediately provide an answer. Instead, a dragon's roar emerged from the darkness.

[A dragon clan member?]

Da Ming raised his massive bull-like head and looked toward the Sky Screen.

[That aura has already surpassed an ordinary true dragon.]

Er Ming scratched his shoulder, and several cracks appeared in the ground beneath his feet.

[Could it be another human?]

[Peerless Tang Sect · Top Ten Strongest Figures, Top 5: Long Xiaoyao.]

[Title: Dragon Emperor Douluo.]

[Cultivation: Rank ninety-nine, Limit Douluo.]

Atop a towering mountain.

An old man stood at the edge of a cliff. He wore an old gray robe, his white hair draped behind his shoulders, while his right hand rested on a black Dragon Staff.

The mountain wind swept past, pressing his robe against him. His body looked thin, yet his stance was terrifyingly steady.

[This is Long Xiaoyao?]

Ma Hongjun scratched his hair.

[Why does he look even more ordinary than that old man who blew himself up earlier?]

Yu Xiaogang stared at the Sky Screen, gently rubbing his fingers against the cuff of his sleeve.

[True experts often do not display their strength through their appearance.]

Zhao Wuji turned his head.

[That actually sounded pretty convincing.]

[But you haven't even reached Soul Saint.]

Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened slightly.

[At least I've studied martial souls.]

[Did you figure out why you can't beat Zhao Wuji?]

Flender raised a hand and pressed it onto Zhao Wuji's shoulder, preventing him from continuing.

On the Sky Screen, Long Xiaoyao raised his Dragon Staff.

A black soul ring rose beneath his feet.

Then came the second, the third.

Nine soul rings lined up behind him, but the final ring did not possess the color of an ordinary soul ring.

It was a circle of nearly solidified black gold.

[Martial Soul: Dark Sacred Dragon.]

[Title: Dragon Emperor.]

[Long Xiaoyao possesses the ultimate darkness attribute. His dragon might can suppress all beast martial souls below his level. His Martial Soul Avatar can transform into the Dark Sacred Dragon, bringing his body, speed, defense, and Soul Power to their limits.]

The scene continued.

A younger Long Xiaoyao appeared on a battlefield.

At that time, he did not yet have white hair. He wore black armor and held a long spear in his hand.

Seven Titled Douluo stood opposite him.

The seven formed an array, their soul rings lighting up one after another as soul skills filled the sky above the valley.

One elderly man raised his staff.

[Long Xiaoyao, hand over the soul bones from Dragon Valley.]

The young Long Xiaoyao planted his spear into the ground and raised a hand to wipe the blood from his lips.

[The seven of you surrounded me alone, and you still want me to hand things over?]

[The world of soul masters only recognizes results.]

[Then I'll beat you until you admit defeat.]

The Dark Sacred Dragon extended its head from behind him. As it opened its enormous mouth, all light in the valley was swallowed away.

The Soul Power of the seven Titled Douluo seemed to be held back by something. By the time their soul skills reached Long Xiaoyao, they retained only thirty percent of their power.

A dragon claw swept across.

The two standing at the front were sent flying from the valley together with their Martial Soul Avatars, crashing into distant rock walls.

The remaining five immediately scattered.

Long Xiaoyao shattered the rocks beneath his feet, and his black spear traced an arc through the air.

At Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji's mouth slowly fell open.

[Seven Titled Douluo, and he crippled three of them in three moves?]

[That was when he was young.]

Yu Xiaogang added through clenched teeth.

[His cultivation had not yet reached rank ninety-nine.]

Flender glanced sideways at him.

[How can you be sure?]

Long Xiaoyao had already withdrawn his spear on the Sky Screen and turned toward the depths of the valley.

The seven Titled Douluo lay on the ground. No one dared to pursue him again.

A young soul master nearby watched his retreating figure as the blade in his hand fell into the dust.

[He did not even fully unleash his Martial Soul Avatar.]

[And that was not fully unleashed?]

[If he had truly used his full strength, those seven would not have survived.]

[Ultimate darkness, and rank ninety-nine.]

[Long Xiaoyao's strength is already close to Tang Chen's in his prime.]

Bibi Dong turned around.

[Close?]

[Before they truly fight, no one can draw a conclusion.]

[Then how do you think he compares to Tang Hao?]

Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.

After a moment, he looked toward the figure standing in the valley on the Sky Screen.

[Tang Hao excels in explosive power. Long Xiaoyao excels in endurance.]

[If the two fought to the death, the survivor might not even be able to remain standing.]

In an era before anyone had become a god, rank ninety-nine represented the pinnacle of humanity.

But the Sky Screen did not stop at introducing his combat strength.

The scene darkened, and a new setting lit up.

Outside a city, black Soul Engineer artillery platforms stood in long rows, their muzzles all turning toward the city walls. Within the city stood only one old man.

Long Xiaoyao stood before the city gate, the Dragon Staff in his hand already broken into two pieces.

Behind him lay hundreds of heavily wounded soul masters.

On the city wall, a young general held onto the battlements, blood covering the corners of his mouth.

[Your Majesty Dragon Emperor, there are still thirty thousand civilians in the city.]

[I see them.]

[The enemy has two Soul Engineer legions, along with a rank ninety-eight Super Douluo. You can't hold this city.]

Long Xiaoyao raised a hand and tossed the broken staff aside.

[Even if I can't, I still have to.]

[You'll die.]

[The people in the city will die too.]

Long Xiaoyao glanced back at him.

[If I stand here, they can live a little longer.]

The Soul Engineer legions outside the city began charging their weapons, and dense soul-guided beams illuminated the entire plain.

The rank ninety-eight Super Douluo stepped before the army formation, a silver saber in his hand.

[Long Xiaoyao, you are already old.]

[You're guarding one city. You cannot stop two legions.]

Long Xiaoyao raised his right hand.

A black-gold soul ring rose beneath his feet.

[You have a point.]

The Super Douluo had only just begun to smile when the Dark Sacred Dragon shot into the sky.

Long Xiaoyao's body was covered in dragon scales, his arms transformed into dragon claws, and two dragon wings spread behind him, concealing the city gate.

The first round of artillery fire descended.

The Dark Domain spread out.

All soul-guided beams veered off course within the domain, grazing the dragon scales and crashing into the wasteland.

The second barrage followed immediately.

Long Xiaoyao extended a dragon claw and forcibly seized a purple pillar of light.

His feet slid back half a foot, and the stone tiles before the city gate cracked apart one by one.

The young general watched that hand seize the artillery blast, his breathing stopping for a moment.

[He grabbed a soul-guided cannon blast?]

The rank ninety-eight Super Douluo leaped over the army formation, his saber slashing toward the back of Long Xiaoyao's neck.

The Dark Sacred Dragon's tail swept across the city gate and struck the blade head-on. The rank ninety-eight Super Douluo was knocked back more than ten steps, and the hand gripping his saber split open in a bloody gash.

Long Xiaoyao finally turned around.

[You said I was old.]

He raised his dragon claw, dark Soul Power pressing down on his opponent from every direction.

[Then why do you still dare come close?]

The Super Douluo raised his saber to block, but his feet kept sinking into the ground.

They saw only Long Xiaoyao standing before the city gate, his dragon scales shattering one by one, a wound deep enough to expose bone visible on his shoulder.

Yet he still stood in front of the gate.

The Sky Screen froze on that figure.

[Evaluation: He once walked the wrong path, and he once stood on the side of darkness.]

[But when disaster fell upon the heads of civilians, he chose to place himself before the city gate.]

[The name Dragon Emperor came from his strength, but also from every city he protected in his later years.]

On Shrek's training grounds, Ma Hongjun slammed his fist into his palm.

[This is what rank ninety-nine is!]

Oscar bit his lip and stared at the wound on Long Xiaoyao's shoulder.

[He could clearly have left. Why did he insist on staying?]

[Because the people in the city could not leave.]

Ning Rongrong answered softly.

She recalled the sight of Xuan Zi standing before the legion earlier, and the taut string in her heart was pulled tight once more.

Just what heights would those four ahead of him stand at? And who would they be?