Du Busi burst into wild laughter, his voice like rolling thunder, shattering the surrounding gloom and deathly aura.
"Hahaha! You old hag, you didn't expect that, did you? Not only am I still alive, but I've finally overcome that hurdle! Level 99! This is the power of Limit Douluo! How does it feel?"
He unleashed a powerful Bloodline Power, like a primordial beast awakening, with green flames shooting into the sky, illuminating half the sky in a magnificent display!
That terrifying pressure, as heavy as a mountain and as refined as divine steel, was in no way inferior to Ye Xishui's deathly power, and even faintly carried a kind of domineering power that was full of vitality and impervious to all evil!
" Ye Xishui!" Du Busi's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, like two golden suns. "You old hag aren't quite dead yet! Perfect! Today, I'll use your head, the Death God Douluo, to appease this newly Limit Douluo in my first battle!"
Just as Du Busi was brimming with confidence and preparing to face Ye Xishui...
"Well..."
A long, complex sigh, filled with endless vicissitudes, seemed to come from the heavens above, or perhaps whispered in one's ear.
A figure appeared beside Ye Xishui like Gui Mei.
The man was dressed in a well-tailored black trench coat, his figure upright like a pine tree, though the years had left their mark on his handsome face.
Fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his temples were streaked with gray, yet they could not conceal the elegance and aloofness that ran deep in his bones.
His eyes were as deep as the night sky, carrying a weariness of having seen through the ways of the world, and a hint of... regret for his opponent.
The one who could stay beside Death God Douluo Ye Xishui was none other than Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao.
" Du Busi..." Long Xiaoyao's voice was calm and deep, carrying a peculiar penetrating power, "Congratulations on finally reaching this realm. This is the lifelong pursuit of all Soul Master, truly not easy."
He looked at the golden Qi and Blood surging into the sky from Du Busi's body, a genuine emotion flashing in his eyes.
Then, he changed the subject, his tone becoming firm yet helpless:
"Unfortunately, we stand on different sides. Today, I will be your opponent."
He turned his head and whispered to Ye Xishui, whose aura was surging and filled with killing intent, beside him:
" Xishui, leave him to me. You go and handle things down below."
Ye Xishui's eyes churned with deathly aura, clearly showing her extreme dissatisfaction with Du Busi's breakthrough and Long Xiaoyao's obstruction. However, she seemed to have a complex trust and dependence on Long Xiaoyao. In the end, she only snorted coldly, her figure slightly shifting, her icy gaze already fixed on the chaotic battlefield below, accurately locking onto Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, who was commanding the undead army to frantically slaughter the Heaven Dou soldiers.
Zhongli Wu, who had been severely injured before, now looked so spirited and high-spirited.
He hovered above the battlefield, surrounded by deathly aura, his nine Soul Ring gleaming with an eerie light. With a wave of his staff, countless powerful undead creatures rose from the ground or surged out from the black vortex that condensed in the air, suppressing the Soul Master of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Perhaps because of the severe damage he had suffered earlier, Zhongli Wu was extremely frustrated and eager to vent his anger on these weak taxi drivers, so he let out a wild laugh:
"Die, all of you die! Become sacrifices for the rise of the Holy Cult! Your souls will all belong to our Lord!"
Du Busi Si, instead of showing fear at Long Xiaoyao blocking his way, burst into even more unrestrained laughter:
"Hahaha, Long Xiaoyao! Excellent! Very excellent! My first battle after breaking through to the Limit Douluo will allow me to experience the high skills of you two 'old friends'! Exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating!"
His body shone with golden light, like God of War cast in gold. He took a step forward, his boundless fighting spirit soaring into the sky.
"Come! Let this old man see how much of your former glory you, Dark Holy Dragon, still retain!"
Long Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and a fighting spirit ignited in his deep gaze. His black trench coat fluttered without wind, and a dark aura that seemed capable of devouring light began to permeate the air.
"As you wish."
The auras of the two Limit Douluo collided violently in mid-air, causing space itself to distort and vibrate.
An earth-shattering showdown is about to erupt.
However, at this critical moment, when everyone's attention was drawn to the ultimate battle about to unfold in the sky...
A figure appeared without warning behind the spirited Zhongli Wu.
Or Toji?
What he held in his hand was no longer the emerald green Blade of Life's Watch, but a grotesque greatsword, dark red in color, as if forged from congealed blood, exuding endless ferocity and killing intent.
It is his current Level 9 Soul Tool Soul Tool, which has become infamous and exclusively his Soul Tool.
Due to the constant infusion and nourishment of Toji's vital Qi and Blood over the years, this Soul Tool is now being elevated to the level of a divine artifact.
Zhongli Wu was immersed in the pleasure of slaughtering living beings. As a Level 98 Super Douluo and the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, his Spiritual Power was extremely strong, and he was surrounded by an automatically protective barrier of vengeful spirits and a trigger-type Defensive Soul Tool.
However, he was completely unaware of the figure that had silently appeared behind him, like the embodiment of death.
Toji's eyes were cold and unwavering. He gripped the blood-red greatsword tightly with both hands. There was no earth-shattering burst of Soul Power, no grand prelude to Soul Skill, only the purest and most extreme speed and power!
His arm muscles bulged and he raised his hand without hesitation, swinging the knife.
Swish!
A blood-red blade of light, like a crimson lightning bolt tearing through the night, or a waterfall cascading down from a river of blood in hell!
With speed beyond comprehension, silently and with absolute sharpness capable of cutting through everything, it cleaved down fiercely from the very center of Zhongli Wu's head!
"Pfft!"
The dull thud of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone was incredibly clear at that moment.
Zhongli Wu's crazy and arrogant smile froze instantly!
His gesture of waving his staff froze in mid-air, the lingering pleasure of slaughter in his eyes quickly replaced by utter bewilderment and incredulous horror.
The next instant... the line of blood started from the center of his forehead and spread straight down, across his nose, lips, neck, chest, and abdomen...
Whoosh!
Zhongli Wu's body, along with the staff in his hand, split cleanly in the middle, like rotten wood that had been cleaved!
The two halves of the body slid helplessly to the left and right, their internal organs and filthy blood cascading down like a waterfall!
Zhongli Wu, a Level 98 Super Douluo, the current leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, and an arrogant figure... was cut in two!
Instant kill!
This terrifying and mind-blowing scene, like the most horrifying image, was clearly reflected in Ye Xishui's eyes as she turned her gaze towards it.
Ye Xishui's lifeless eyes widened to their limit the moment she saw the two familiar yet utterly unfamiliar remains on the ground!
The venom and Destruction desire burning wildly in his pupils froze instantly, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.
Instead, there was an indescribable, soul-freezing stillness and... blankness.
Her mind was reeling, as if she had been struck hard by an invisible hammer.
The leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, a Level 98 Super Douluo... just like that... just like that, right before her eyes... was chopped in two like firewood?!
An unprecedented, bone-chilling cold, like the most poisonous ice needles, instantly shot from her tailbone to the top of her head, freezing her in place.
The overwhelming aura of death seemed to freeze.
Toji with just a single strike, the Holy Spirit Cult's towering pillar collapsed.
The key is to remain still until the very end, then strike and kill instantly.
A few years ago, Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult who had escaped death, seemed to have paid off a debt and died lightly at the hands of Toji.
Seeing that his sneak attack had succeeded, Toji turned his gaze towards Ye Xishui, raising his chin at her as if in provocation.
Then, right in front of her, he disappeared.