Dugu Yan: A Soul Saint Against a Titled Douluo-Who Will Win? Such a Tough Guess! Happy National Day Holiday!

The deep resonance of metal slowly dispersed in the wind, and the surrounding air warped slightly with the silvery-white spiritual light flowing over the battle armor.

Dugu Bo, Dugu Yan, and Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly at the silvery-white suit of armor that had completely overturned their understanding, their eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

"Battle armor?"

"A fine name, at least."

"What an extraordinary, intricate construction. I've lived more than half my life, yet never seen anything like this in any hidden realm or ancient text on the continent..."

Dugu Bo could not help stepping closer. He stretched out his withered fingers to touch the cold armor plates, only to have them gently repelled by a naturally rippling stellar energy field when his fingertips were still three inches away.

What tightened Dugu Bo's heart even more was the obscure fluctuation faintly spreading from within the armor. It actually stirred a long-forgotten sense of dread and danger in the instincts of a distinguished Titled Douluo like him.

But the doubt in his eyes was soon replaced by deeply ingrained common sense.

Since ancient times, the laws of the Soul Master World had been governed by soul rings and soul power. No matter how ingeniously this metal armor had been crafted, how could it bridge the yawning chasm between a Soul Saint and a level-95 Super Douluo?

A Soul Saint challenging a long-established Super Douluo-throughout all history, who would believe the former could win?

"How much did this thing cost?" Dugu Bo suppressed his unease and asked gravely.

"Far more than a fortune."

Beneath his faceplate, An Jing spoke with an arrogant tone:

"In my original era, Two-Word Battle Armor might have been no more than the threshold for entering the ranks of true experts.

But in your era, where even the foundational soul tool legacy has been shattered and lost, I can say this without the slightest hesitation.

Even if you exhausted every resource and skilled craftsman currently available on the entire Douluo Continent and poured centuries of effort into it, you could forget about producing a single complete suit of battle armor."

This was not arrogance on An Jing's part, but the naked superiority of an entire technological generation.

For a suit of One-Word Battle Armor, the soul power threshold alone required one to be at least a level-40 Soul Ancestor just to barely bear it.

Two-Word Battle Armor could only be forged and fused by a Soul Emperor of level 60 or above.

Above that, Three-Word Battle Armor required the formidable foundation of a level-80 Soul Douluo.

As for Four-Word Battle Armor, which stood at the pinnacle, only genuine Titled Douluos or stronger experts qualified.

And these were merely the entry requirements. He had not even mentioned the other mandatory conditions.

In this benighted era ten thousand years in the past, his suit of Two-Word Battle Armor, [Sky], equipped with spirit alloy and attuned to resonate with his own bloodline, was nothing less than a complete dimensionality reduction strike!

Moreover, An Jing possessed more than battle armor now. His flesh had undergone the tempering of ice and fire from the octagonal mysterious ice grass and infernal delicate apricot, and his soul power had risen with the tide to that of a level-77 Soul Saint,

A soul core served as an energy source within his dantian, while his mind held the vast spiritual power of the early Spirit Abyss Realm!

With such terrifying foundations from beyond this dimension layered together, forget dealing with Yu Yuanzhen, whose martial soul was powerful but whose methods were limited-even if an ordinary level-96 Peak Douluo came in person, he had absolute confidence that he could fight them, or even turn the tables and kill them!

Dugu Bo listened in utter confusion. "Original era," "one-word," "two-word"-it all sounded like incomprehensible, outrageously arrogant jargon.

He had put on a flashy-looking suit of heavy steel armor, and now he dared boast about taking down the level-95 Blue Lightning True Dragon?

Even after three jars of fiery liquor in my youth, I wouldn't have dared boast like that!

The corners of Dugu Bo's eyes twitched furiously as he inwardly ranted. Yet An Jing remained composed, his eyes clear as ice, with not the slightest sign of madness.

"Enough. There's no point saying more."

An Jing offered no further explanation. He merely turned his head slightly, looking through his cold faceplate toward the distant leaden clouds rumbling with thunder, his tone calm:

"You only need to watch from below.

Today, Yu Yuanzhen will lose. There is no doubt."

As his words fell, the Void Wings on his back suddenly shuddered!

Boom-!!

A thunderous sonic blast abruptly tore through the entire countryside, and immense stellar propulsion erupted beneath his feet in a ring of snow-white shock waves.

The earth collapsed three feet with a crash, while the silvery-white figure had already become a blinding streak of light,

Trailing a shrill sonic boom, he shot straight into the sky at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, charging directly toward the thundercloud storm above Heaven Dou Royal Academy!

"He... he really charged up there?!"

Dugu Yan was forced half a step back by the gale. She raised a slender hand to shield herself from the fierce wind, her eyes round with disbelief, utterly bewildered.

That was Yu Yuanzhen!

The thunder tyrant whose word was law in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Just how many sets of guts did this guy have?!

"Senior charged over there all alone. Won't his life really be in danger?"

Zhu Zhuqing tilted her head back to watch the silvery-white trail tearing through the heavens. Her slender fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeve, and her cool eyes were filled with worry and tension.

"What do you think?"

Dugu Yan helplessly slapped her forehead, unable to resist a sarcastic remark:

"A Soul Saint in the seventies taking on a level-95 Super Douluo alone. Think with your toes-who do you reckon will win? Such a tough guess."

"There are countless Soul Saints across the entire Douluo Continent, but An Jing is probably the only one who dares challenge a Titled Douluo."

Beside them, Dugu Bo said nothing. His expression was exceptionally grave, even carrying a trace of uncertainty unlike anything he had ever shown before.

Because the instant An Jing had activated his battle armor and taken flight, the speed and spatial distortion emanating from within it had left even a long-established Titled Douluo like him breathless with shock!

"I'll see for myself whether you're merely putting on a mystifying act, boy, or whether you truly possess the ability to defy heaven and rewrite your fate!"

Dugu Bo gave a low snort. A fierce glint flashed through his emerald eyes, and sickly green poisonous mist erupted around him,

Sweeping up Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan. Treading through empty air, he became a long jade-scaled streak and shot toward Heaven Dou Royal Academy at full speed!

Meanwhile, above Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Thunderclouds packed the sky, and pale lightning bolts as thick as giant pythons writhed wildly, enveloping the entire academy in a savage pressure that promised utter annihilation.

Yu Yuanzhen stood proudly in the air with his hands behind his back. Nine brilliant soul rings pulsed and surged around him, and his terrifying draconic might nearly forced the three Soul Douluo-level education commissioners below to their knees.

"Since you can't hand him over, I'll tear down the gates of your Heaven Dou Academy first, then go to the palace and demand an explanation from that old fool Xue Ye!"

Lightning blazed in Yu Yuanzhen's aged, dragon-scaled eyes. He raised his right arm, around which the Blue Lightning Mad Dragon coiled, and his terrifying pressure instantly locked onto Meng Shenji and the other two below.

Yet just as that destructive lightning was about to pour down.

Rrrip-!!

A piercing sonic boom, loud enough to drown out the rolling thunder, came tearing in from the distant horizon!

In the next instant, a silvery-white streak wrapped in the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars smashed straight through the thick thunderclouds obscuring the sky, as effortlessly as snapping rotten wood!

Boom!!

The thousand-zhang-thick layer of leaden thunderclouds was forcibly pierced by that supremely domineering light, leaving an enormous opening several thousand meters across!

Long-absent golden sunlight poured through the opening, falling squarely upon the silvery-white suit of battle armor standing proudly at the summit of the heavens, countless stellar wings unfurled behind it.

From beneath the faceplate, an icy voice echoed over all of Heaven Dou City like rolling heavenly thunder:

"An old dragon with one foot in the grave dares bark at the sun here?"

"The man you're looking for is right here."