Holy Spirit Cult Supreme Elder Xuan Fan, the Taotie Douluo! Four-Word Battle Armor!

"Who dares touch someone from my Blue Silver Empire?!"

An aged yet powerful roar echoed between heaven and earth.

The old man had white hair and wore red robes. His eyes blazed like torches, and the phantom of a colossal crimson dragon loomed behind him.

He stood before the Crimson Typhoon. A sweep of his senses told him Ye Gucheng was unharmed, but the furious flames still surged from the dragon's body.

He raised a hand. His ninth, red Soul Ring flared, and crimson-gold dragonfire rushed together across the sky!

"Ninth Soul Skill—Red Dragon Heaven-Burning Domain!"

The old man had the spare, refined features of a reclusive master, but his temper was another matter. The moment he appeared, he unleashed his ninth Soul Skill!

His precious disciple had nearly been bullied by these people. What kind of master would he be if he did not vent his disciple's anger?

The instant the old man unleashed his ninth Soul Skill, heaven and earth changed color.

Everything in sight turned crimson. The ground split open, crimson-gold dragonfire erupted from the cracks, and the clouds burned away to reveal a dark blue-black sky.

This was no longer merely a Soul Skill, but a forbidden art that fused a domain with one.

The crimson dragon phantom took shape in the air, its jaws wide enough to swallow the heavens!

It gulped down the unprepared Mietian, Silver Moon, and Blazing Sun Douluo in one mouthful. The next instant, a thunderous explosion erupted!

A mushroom cloud rose beside the coastline.

Three figures flew away like kites with severed strings and slammed into the beach.

Of the three, only Blazing Sun Douluo was in somewhat better shape. Silver Moon Douluo and World-Destroying Douluo coughed up mouthfuls of blood, their spirits flagging. They were clearly gravely wounded!

One strike!

Three Titled Douluo, all gravely wounded!

The entire world fell silent. Then the comments across the sky exploded!

[Blue Silver Continent · Professional Commentator Li Jiu]:

"That's Senior Red Dragon of our Blue Silver Empire!!

He possesses a top-tier Red Dragon Martial Soul, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Level 97. Seeing him today, I finally understand how terrifying he is!"

[Douluo Continent · Theory Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang]:

"Ahem. Senior Red Dragon's strength is indeed impressive. If he could replace his Martial Soul with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, he could climb another level!

Unfortunately, awakening a top-tier Beast Martial Soul like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is far too difficult!"

[Sun Moon Continent · Gossip Soul Master]:

"Ridiculous! That's impossible!

Even if he's Level 97 and has a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, he shouldn't be able to gravely wound three Titled Douluo with one strike!

Two of them are even Level 95 Super Douluo. Can Level 97 really be that much stronger?"

On the coast of the Sun Moon Continent, Red Dragon Douluo was about to deal properly with the three wounded Titled Douluo when an aged, raspy, yet immensely weighty voice drifted from the far reaches of the continent.

The voice was steady, yet carried an unrestrained ease. It pierced the flames filling the sky and rang out in every direction.

"A Titled Douluo at the peak of Level 97. Impressive indeed."

An old man approached from deep within the continent. His steps looked slow but carried him swiftly forward. He wore greasy gray clothes, and his long hair was so tangled and messy it resembled a dog's nest.

He held a chicken leg and gnawed on it as he walked.

"But that still doesn't qualify you to run wild on my Sun Moon Continent."

As the old man drew closer, a huge Martial Soul phantom appeared behind him.

It looked like an enormous earthen-yellow bull, yet an extraordinarily pure draconic presence coiled around it. The bull radiated a black hole-like devouring force; even light seemed to vanish when it passed nearby!

More striking still, nine Soul Rings appeared beneath him!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The last was scarlet as blood—another Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

Someone watching the sky instantly recognized the old man. Revelations raced across the comments and set the entire audience ablaze!

[Sun Moon Continent · Soul Guidance Academy Director of Instruction]:

"Oh no, it's him!

Xuan Fan, the Taotie Douluo!

That walking plague!"

[Sun Moon Continent · New Student Wang Xiaoming]:

"Taotie Douluo?

You mean Xuan Fan, the Taotie Douluo who once taught at the Imperial Royal Soul Engineer Academy, but got twelve elite students killed through negligence while leading a Soul Ring hunting mission, then was expelled by the academy?!"

[Sun Moon Continent · New Student Wang Erming]:

"There's more!

Later, he joined the Blood Dragon Sect as a guest elder.

Less than six months later, the sect somehow provoked a clan of three-hundred-thousand-year Ferocious Beasts while out Soul Hunting. The sect master died and its elite members were wiped out. Only he survived, because he'd gone looking for bird eggs to make egg fried rice."

[Sun Moon Continent · All-Knowing Li Ming]:

"After that, he joined several other sects. Each was either inexplicably wiped out by enemies or destroyed after provoking Ferocious Beasts.

Wherever that walking plague went, people died—and he alone survived!

Finally, with nowhere left to turn, he joined the Holy Spirit Cult. Unexpectedly, everything went smoothly. Nothing happened to the cult, and his cultivation shot up to the peak of Level 98!"

[Holy Spirit Cult · Core Disciple Tang Yin]:

"All hail the Supreme Elder!

Elder Xuan is now the Supreme Elder of our Holy Spirit Cult. He happened to be nearby fishing for sharks to make sashimi. If he brings that Mecha back to the sect, the cult leader will surely reward him!!"

[Douluo Continent · Evil-Eyed Lecherous Tiger Dai Mubai]:

"A walking plague?

People die wherever he goes?

His fate must be harder than iron if it kills everyone around him!"

[Douluo Continent · Resting Fire Phoenix Ma Hongjun]:

"Everyone died both times he led a group, and he was the only survivor. That's no walking plague. That's clearly..."

[Blue Silver Continent · Ye Yu, Professional Instigator]:

"What's the commenter above trying to say?

Don't tell me...

Hiss. The more I think about it, the more terrifying it gets!"

[Sun Moon Continent · Liu San, Here for the Drama]:

"It's over. That's the Taotie Douluo. Those three Titled Douluo are probably beyond saving!

Nothing to see here, everyone~"

This time, the comments flooding the screen all came from the Sun Moon Continent. The people of the Blue Silver Continent and Douluo Continent could only stare.

What was all that supposed to mean? Could someone really be that much of a walking plague?!

And he was a Level 98 Titled Douluo. How had anyone around him survived this long?

Still eating his chicken leg, Xuan Fan, the Taotie Douluo, looked the Blue Silver Continent's Red Dragon Douluo up and down. He smacked his lips and offered his assessment:

"Not bad. A Red Dragon Martial Soul, with a very pure Dragon Clan Bloodline. No wonder you defeated those three useless fools."

Then his tone shifted.

"But however pure yours is, can it compare with my Taotie?!"

Dragons had nine sons, and the Taotie was one of them. Its bloodline ranked among the purest of all dragon-type Martial Souls.

He looked up at Red Dragon Douluo, his tone calm but utterly overbearing:

"Step aside if you know what's good for you. I'm taking that Mecha back for research."

Crimson flames rolled around Red Dragon Douluo as he gave a cold laugh.

"And if I refuse?"

Xuan Fan raised his eyes. The Godly Taotie Bull behind him unleashed a terrifying draconic presence, while Soul Power at the peak of Level 98 bore down like a tidal wave. The Soul Power between heaven and earth churned violently.

"Level 97 against Level 98. That single level is an uncrossable chasm.

Besides, you've just used your ninth Soul Skill. How do you expect to stand against me?"

In the livestream across the sky, the comments instantly turned from Xuan Fan's past back to the battlefield.

Just as everyone thought Red Dragon Douluo was certain to lose, high above them, his hair and beard billowed. A sharp, disdainful glint flashed in his eyes.

"One level?

Not enough Soul Power?"

He tipped back his head and laughed softly. Then he clenched his right fist, and crimson-gold radiance burst from beneath his skin, shooting into the sky!

The radiance seeped like liquid from every pore until it covered him completely. Under the control of his spiritual power, it transformed into a suit of golden armor.

It was his Battle Armor!

Crimson from head to toe and engraved with dragon patterns, it bore a pair of red dragon wings on its back. Encased within it, his body swelled to nearly three meters tall!

Dazzling golden light burst from his body, bathing the entire beach in crimson-gold!

His strength surged from Level 97 to Level 98, then Level 99!!

At last, his aura settled firmly at the level of a Limit Douluo.

From within his Battle Armor, he looked at the Taotie Douluo opposite him, a trace of mockery at the corner of his eyes.

"How?"

"By relying on my damned Four-Word Battle Armor, of course!"

"You country bumpkins think you can guess what I have up my sleeve?"

"Didn't you want to test my strength?"

"Come on, then! My Four-Word Battle Armor, Blazing Ashes, will teach you a lesson!!"