"Pfft!"
The Titled Douluo's abdomen suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, his intestines mixed with fragments of internal organs gushing out. He let out a shrill scream, and the Clear Sky Hammer crashed to the ground.
The dull thud of the Dark Gold Dreadclaw tearing through flesh was exceptionally clear in the night sky.
Toji's right hand was completely submerged in the Titled Douluo's abdomen, his five sharp claws Entanglement in fierce killing intent, even corroding the wound and leaving charred marks.
The Titled Douluo's Soul Power protection shattered like thin ice, and the young man's grinning face was reflected in his wide eyes.
"Old man, how does this claw taste?" Toji suddenly twisted his wrist, and the sharp claws made a teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bone shattering inside his abdomen.
"Ah!!!"
Amidst a piercing scream, the Titled Douluo's Soul Ring flickered wildly, his Soul Power burning intensely as he prepared to fight back desperately.
"All of you, die!!!"
Just as the Titled Douluo was about to unleash his full power, a deafening dragon roar resounded from the side, tearing through the night.
The Golden Dragon phantom behind Di Qiu'er suddenly solidified, and the three-meter-tall golden dragon opened its blood-red maw, its sharp dragon teeth Entanglement in Ultimate Fire, and bit down on the head of the Titled Douluo.
"Snap!"
The skull, as hard as iron, cracked between the dragon's teeth, and the dark red Soul Power shield shattered like a fragile eggshell.
The Titled Douluo's eyeballs burst in the dragon's mouth, and blood flowed down the golden scales on the dragon's lower jaw, evaporating into a foul-smelling blood mist under the scorching heat of the Ultimate Fire.
"You'd better die, you old bastard!"
Di Qiu'er's crimson eyes burned like torches, and the golden dragon phantom suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, its head violently thrashing about.
"Rip--!"
The head of Titled Douluo, along with half of his spine, was forcibly torn from his body!
The headless body was still convulsing, and a three-meter-high fountain of blood gushed from the severed neck, drawing a strange fan shape in the moonlight.
Toji then used his Dark Gold Dreadclaw to tear his lower body apart.
The two of them worked together and successfully tore this Titled Douluo to pieces.
"We... we succeeded?"
The two watched as the blood mist belonging to the Titled Douluo fell from the sky.
The Soul Tool suddenly exploded with sparks behind Toji. Toji had just breathed a sigh of relief when he was startled and felt a sudden lightness behind him. He instantly lost his balance and plummeted straight to the ground from a height of 100 meters.
He subconsciously tried to adjust his posture, but he was completely exhausted from the battle with the Titled Douluo and had no strength left. He could only watch helplessly as the earth rapidly enlarged before his eyes.
"Bang."
Toji landed on his buttocks first, and the intense pain contorted his face. His tailbone felt as if it had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and the pain made his vision go black.
"This damn Flying Soul Tool..." he cursed through gritted teeth, and just as he was about to prop himself up, a golden figure appeared in his vision, rapidly falling from the sky.
It happened right on his head.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
Toji's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could react, Di Qiu'er had already thrown herself heavily into his arms!
"Ugh--!"
The Golden Dragon Girl, weighing over a hundred pounds, slammed into Toji's chest with the force of her fall, almost knocking him unconscious on the spot.
He groaned, his body sinking even deeper into the muddy ground as he was struck, his back carving a shallow furrow in the mud.
As the smoke cleared, the two were found huddled together in an extremely awkward position.
Di Qiu'er lay sprawled on Toji, her cheek pressed against his chest. The Flying Soul Tool on her back retracted slightly due to the impact, like a golden blanket covering the two of them.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Toji Er gasped, feeling as if his ribs were about to break.
Di Qiu'er seemed stunned by the fall, her vertical pupils somewhat unfocused. When she came to her senses, she realized that she was lying in Toji's arms in an extremely ambiguous position.
"You..."
She subconsciously sat up, but her palm accidentally landed on Toji's abdominal muscles, which felt firm and warm.
Di Qiu'er's ears turned bright red instantly. She hurriedly tried to get up, but the Flying Soul Tool on her back became tangled in her panic. She was already bad at controlling Soul Tool, and now she was even more flustered, which caused her to fall back down.
"Ouch!" Toji winced in pain from the impact. " Qiu'er, did you do that on purpose?"
"Who, who did that on purpose!" Di Qiu'er glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed. She finally struggled to sit up, but the blush on her cheeks just wouldn't go away.
Toji he lay on the ground, looking at the girl sitting on his waist, he couldn't help but grin:
"What, you don't want to get up?"
"Roll!"
Di Qiu'er slapped him on the chest, which resulted in another cry of pain.
The next moment, another powerful figure descended. The two looked up and saw a crimson meteor tearing through the night sky.
The Scarlet King arrived through the air, carrying a head with white hair and beard. The head had wide-open eyes and a gaping hole in its brow, clearly indicating that it was also a member of the Clear Sky Sect.
"Miss, are you alright...?" The Scarlet King's voice abruptly stopped.
Under the moonlight, the battlefield where Toji and Di Qiu'er were located at this moment resembled purgatory.
The shattered fragments of the Clear Sky Hammer were deeply embedded in the scorched earth, and the metal scraps of the Martial Soul Avatar mixed with flesh and blood to form a bizarre mud.
The headless corpse of the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo was nailed to the broken wall in a starfish shape, with five bowl-sized bloody holes in its abdomen still gushing blood.
The remains of more than a dozen gray-robed disciples were scattered around like rag dolls, with the most intact one reduced to half a skeleton.
Amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Di Qiu'er and Toji were in an indecent position together.
The Scarlet King hurriedly threw the head he was holding away like trash, and rushed to Di Qiu'er to help her up.
" Scarlet King, I'm alright. Thanks to him, we managed to kill a Titled Douluo together." Di Qiu'er slowly stood up, leaning on her spear Army Breaker, but stumbled slightly.
Toji instinctively reached out to help, but was met with a glare from her.
The Scarlet King strode forward in a few steps. "Miss, your clothes..."
Following its gaze, Di Qiu'er's golden scales peeled off her waist and abdomen, revealing three deep, bone-revealing hammer wounds.
"Just a superficial wound." The girl casually wiped the golden blood from the corner of her mouth. "You've already checked me; I'm fine. Don't tell Di Tian about this."
"But, Miss..."
Di Qiu'er's gaze fell on him, and only then did the Scarlet King lower his head.
"Yes, miss."
After speaking, the Scarlet King turned to look at Toji: "Thank you, young man. To be able to kill a Titled Douluo alongside Miss is enough to prove your strength."
While ordinary Titled Douluo might not mean much to him, compared to the humans before Di Qiu'er, Titled Douluo were truly an insurmountable mountain.
This is Titled Douluo!
"If you really want to thank us, then help us clean up the battlefield and try to cover up all traces."
Toji looked exhausted and waved his hand weakly.
"So much happened tonight..."