Of course, Gu Xingyue had no idea that the Power of Creation he had luckily pried loose with his Martial Soul Fusion Skill had already passed through the Douluo Plane and was transmitting coordinates toward a galaxy an unknown distance from Douluo.
It had alerted the Divine Realm's enforcer, the God of Destruction, and even made her itch to descend in person and deliver a dimensionality-reducing strike!
Right now, all his attention was focused on the figure slowly approaching him—Du Bisi.
What should I do?
Me, fight a Limit Douluo?
Would I win?
This was clearly...
And the strongest strike unleashed by his Self Martial Soul Fusion Skill had been like flimsy paper before Du Bisi, casually dismantled. Cold sweat seeped from Gu Xingyue's temples.
This was no longer a question of a gap in strength, but a qualitative chasm!
Unless he could take out a loan for an Angry Buddha Lotus Flame with no windup, a guaranteed hit, and enough power to kill Du Bìsǐ, things would be difficult.
Gu Xingyue gritted his teeth, his thoughts racing as he tried to dig a way out of every corner of his memory. Yet after searching his entire mind, he came up empty.
His only hope was for the system to deliver a deus ex machina...
As Du Bisi drew closer, a figure had already torn through the air toward them—Xuan Zi.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her dragon's roar shaking the heavens as she vowed to stop this terrifying woman at the very last moment.
But just as she was about to reach the area ten zhang in front of Gu Xingyue, another figure blocked her path. Du Busì stood wreathed in green mist, smiling with breezy composure.
"Your opponent is me."
The two women clashed almost simultaneously. Terrifying blasts of