Ye Xishui's fierce and shrill laughter rang out, tinged with madness and disdain. " Silver Moon Divine Light Shield, as expected of Level 10 Soul Tool, but you think you can trap and kill a true Limit Douluo with just this? Kong Deming, you're not good enough!"
After Martial Soul Fusion, Ye Xishui transformed into a Destruction crimson lightning bolt, launching a fierce and relentless attack on Kong Deming.
Every punch and every claw strike contained the power to shatter mountains and rivers, accompanied by a Xue Sha aura that eroded the soul.
Kong Deming's expression remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.
He could sense that the overwhelming blood energy around him, although not a domain-type Soul Skill, possessed domain-like abilities, greatly diminishing the effectiveness of his spatial manipulation techniques.
However, he was, after all, Titled Douluo who had immersed himself in the Dao of Space for many years. Although he was restricted, his spatial abilities were not entirely unusable.
His figure flickered and shifted constantly, narrowly avoiding the deadly attack of the blood shadow each time.
At the same time, various high-level Soul Tool around him were instantly activated to counterattack, and the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield was as easy to control as his own arm, constantly changing shape according to his will.
From the perspective of the people below, all they could see was a fierce, blood-red light and a graceful, silver halo colliding and intersecting at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
The deafening roar of energy and the shrill screams of space being torn apart were incessant.
The two terrifying auras clashed and pressed against each other, making one's soul tremble even just by watching from afar.
Most people were stunned by the dazzling exchange, believing it to be a fierce and evenly matched battle.
However, Kong Xuan clenched his fists tightly at this moment, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted. He saw things more clearly than others and understood the true situation on the field better.
He murmured heavily to himself, "Grandpa... is at a disadvantage."
On the surface, Kong Deming, with his endless stream of Soul Tool and exquisite spatial control, fought Ye Xishui to a standstill, seemingly evenly matched.
But Kong Xuan knew that this was more like a helpless act of using extreme skill to fight against absolute power.
Ye Xishui's every attack contained the true power of Limit Douluo, while most of Kong Deming's Soul Tool attacks could not truly break through her terrifying defense after fusing with the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, and could only play a role in interference and restraint.
Ultimately, even with the development of Soul Tool to this point, there are still some that can truly threaten Limit Douluo, such as the Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell.
However, it is completely unusable in one-on-one battles like this.
Kong Deming currently lacks an ultimate attack method that can deliver a decisive blow and truly threaten or even severely injure Limit Douluo.
Therefore, despite the seemingly intense battle, Kong Deming was actually in a state of passive defense and dodging more often.
A sharp light flickered deep within Ye Xishui's scarlet eyes.
She clearly sensed every change on the battlefield and knew that she controlled the rhythm of the battle, maintaining the upper hand throughout!
However, there was no trace of joy at the impending victory on her face; instead, a hint of barely perceptible irritation and seriousness lingered between her brows.
"He's been suppressed, but killing him... is too difficult."
Ye Xishui's mind raced; though her attacks remained fierce, she was now fully aware of the situation.
But Kong Deming was only focused on escaping, and with his Battle Armor and control over space, she knew she couldn't stop him.
"Fortunately, this old man has too many concerns: the Sun Moon Empire, the Worship Hall, his precious grandson... these are all shackles on him. He can't possibly abandon everything and flee for his life alone."
Thinking of this, Ye Xishui felt somewhat at ease.
But another cold reality also emerged: even so, if she wanted to completely kill Kong Deming, she would inevitably have to pay an unbearable price.
The Holy Spirit Cult headquarters has been destroyed. If she, as the Supreme Elder, suffers another irreversible blow, the Holy Spirit Cult will truly exist in name only.
It's not worth it!
Upon realizing this, Ye Xishui's ferocious, rain-like attacks subtly shifted.
The frequency of attacks gradually slowed down, no longer employing the desperate tactic of tearing the opponent apart at any cost.
Finally, after a seemingly dangerous collision, Ye Xishui used the force to fly backward, and with a flash of blood, she distanced herself from Kong Deming by several hundred meters.
The two sides temporarily ceased hostilities and remained in a stalemate.
The surging energy aftershocks gradually subsided, leaving only the invisible forces still colliding fiercely.
Ye Xishui's gaze was fixed on the silver-white Battle Armor that Kong Deming wore, which shimmered with Moonlight- like luster.
A burning desire ignited within her, like wildfire!
She cried out in her heart, "If it weren't for this, capturing Kong Deming wouldn't have been so difficult!"
At the same time, an idea also uncontrollably emerged in her mind: what would it be like if she, with the cultivation of Limit Douluo, wore this so-called Battle Armor?
At that time... she was probably going to be invincible in the Douluo Continent!
Once the thought arose, it grew wildly in her mind, instantly overshadowing her simple desire for revenge.
Killing Kong Deming may have vented their anger, but the Holy Spirit Cult has already suffered a severe blow.
If they could acquire this miraculous Battle Armor Technology... the Holy Spirit Cult would not only be able to quickly recover its strength, but could even reach unprecedented heights!
In contrast, personal hatred seems to be something that can be temporarily set aside.
In that instant, Ye Xishui had already made her decision.
The surging crimson aura around her subtly receded, her eyes still coldly fixed on Kong Deming, but the killing intent deep within her quietly transformed into a deeper, more greedy possessiveness.
Kong Deming, you can't die now.
She wanted to obtain the core technology of the Battle Armor from the other party!
Ye Xishui's cold voice rang out, filled with absolute confidence. " Kong Deming, you do have some skill, managing to hold out against me for so long."
"However, no matter how Tongtian you are today, you are destined to perish!"
Kong Deming's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, were fixed on Ye Xishui, offering no response whatsoever.
He was gripping a Milk Bottle tightly in his hand, frantically drawing in the Soul Power stored within.
Although the Battle Armor can enhance his Soul Power, he is still only Level 97, which is one Soul Core less than that of Limit Douluo.
In terms of both the total amount of Soul Power and its recovery speed, he was at a significant disadvantage.
A strange smile suddenly appeared on Ye Xishui's face, and she said leisurely, " Xiaoyao, after watching the show for so long, it's time for you to make your appearance."
The moment the words fell, the space around Ye Xishui rippled silently like water.
A figure stepped out from within without any warning.
The newcomer was dressed in a simple black robe, with white hair and beard, and his face looked somewhat weathered and melancholic.
It is none other than the Dragon Emperor Douluo — Long Xiaoyao!
The second Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, on par with Ye Xishui, standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World on the Douluo Continent... Limit Douluo!
Dual Limits – this is the true foundation and strength of the Holy Spirit Cult!
Long Xiaoyao's gaze swept calmly over Kong Deming, finally landing on Ye Xishui. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, seemingly with a hint of helplessness, but he ultimately said nothing.
Despite the deadly situation created by the two Limit Douluo, Kong Deming's expression beneath his mask remained largely unchanged.
He already knew that the Holy Spirit Cult had two Limit Douluo. Since they dared to attack the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, he was naturally prepared to face both Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao at the same time.
"Hahaha..."
Just after Long Xiaoyao appeared, a series of wild and unrestrained laughs suddenly rang out, like thunder from the heavens, rolling in.
"Today, let this old man test the true strength of this so-called Limit Douluo!"