As soon as he finished speaking, Dugu Bo flipped his wrist, and a poisonous Soul Power several times more powerful than the Snake Lance Spear rebounded from the spear.
Snake Lance Douluo felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if it were being pierced by thousands of poisonous needles, and his Soul Power flowed sluggishly. He was horrified and tried to back away, but Dugu Bo followed closely and struck him in the chest with a palm.
"Puff--"
Snake Lance Douluo was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground some distance away. He struggled for a long time but could not get up, clearly having suffered a serious injury.
In just a few rounds, the outcome was already decided!
A deafening cheer erupted from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's ranks.
" Senior Dugu is mighty!"
"Very good!"
"Even the Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall are nothing special!"
The clansmen were all excited. The frustration they had felt from being suppressed by the six Titled Douluo had vanished. When they looked at the tall figure in mid-air, their eyes were filled with respect and excitement.
Yu Xiaolong clenched his fists, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes—with Dugu Bo, a level 96 powerhouse, in charge, their pressure was undoubtedly greatly reduced.
The Demon Subduing Douluo hovered in mid-air, his gaze falling on Dugu Bo. Seeing that Dugu Bo had withstood the attack single-handedly without showing any signs of weakness, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into intense fighting spirit.
His Soul Power suddenly surged, and the pressure of a level 96 peak cultivator spread out like a tide, even surpassing Dugu Bo's aura.
"Old Poison Master, you're quite interesting." The Demon Subduing Douluo flicked his wrist, and Coiling Dragon Staff, Entanglement with golden dragon patterns, appeared out of thin air, its shaft humming. "Let this old man have a go at you."
This Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul is the most domineering, naturally possessing the power to restrain dragon and snake-type Martial Soul.
Both the dragon Martial Soul of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the snake-like characteristics hidden in Dugu Bo's Martial Soul will be suppressed by it.
In order to deter and teach the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan a lesson, Bibi Dong specially invited this Elder Hall of Elders, clearly indicating that she had made ample preparations.
The Demon Subduing Douluo swayed, and his Coiling Dragon Staff, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, slammed straight at Dugu Bo's face.
As the staff swept past, the dark green poisonous mist surrounding Dugu Bo visibly stagnated, and even the circulation of his Soul Power slowed down slightly.
Dugu Bo dared not be negligent, pushing the power of his Hundred Thousand Year Torso Bone to its limit, the poisonous mist surging into a shield, while simultaneously manipulating his highly poisonous Soul Power to counterattack.
The golden staff clashed with the green mist, unleashing a deafening roar. The two figures darted through the air, and after more than a dozen rounds, neither could gain the upper hand.
Just then, the Snake Lance Douluo on the ground stood up, clutching his chest, his eyes burning with resentment.
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his Soul Power coalescing once more. "Old poisoner, I was careless just now! Now, I'll let you taste what it's like for the two of you to work together!"
Before he finished speaking, the Snake Lance Douluo had already transformed into a black shadow, thrusting his spear towards Dugu Bo's flank.
The Demon Subduing Douluo used his Coiling Dragon Staff to suppress the enemy head-on, Snake Lance Douluo launched cunning sneak attacks with his Poison Spear. The two cooperated perfectly, and their offensive came like a storm.
Dugu Bo suddenly felt the pressure increase. Although he managed to hold on with his rich combat experience, his dark green poison mist defense had been torn open in several places, and his breathing became increasingly rapid. He was clearly at a disadvantage.
Meanwhile, in the Spirit Hall camp, Qian Jun Douluo and another Titled Douluo remained suspended in mid-air, observing coldly with a composed aura.
The faces of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan grew increasingly grave. Everyone could see that if the two Spirit Hall Titled Douluo were observing intervened again, Dugu Bo would likely not be able to hold on—the situation was far from optimistic.
The Qian Jun Douluo stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his body gleaming with a cold, hard light under the setting sun.
The battlefield was torn apart by the collision of Soul Power, leaving spiderweb-like cracks. His turbid yet sharp gaze swept over the two fierce battles, and his brows unconsciously furrowed into knots.
On the left side of the battle circle, Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul had revealed its true form, with dark green poisonous mist surging like a tide, but it was firmly restrained by two figures.
The Snake Lance Douluo's serpentine spear whistled through the wind, each thrust precisely tearing through the gaps in the poisonous mist; the Demon Subduing Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff coiled like a black python around a tree, its numerous shadows locking down all of Dugu Bo's evasive angles.
Dugu Bo's Soul Power fluctuations were clearly disordered, and a few glaring bloodstains were even splattered on his emerald green snake scales, indicating that he had clearly fallen into a complete disadvantage.
The fighting on the other side was equally fierce.
Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul scorched the air, causing it to crackle, and the Thunder generated when the dragon claws tore through the void made the earth tremble.
However, the Poisonous Stinger Martial Soul of the Porcupinefish Douluo spread out like a hedgehog, spewing corrosive mucus with every collision; Ghost Leopard Douluo transformed into afterimages, his sharp claws targeting the weak points of the dragon's joints.
Although Yu Tianheng managed to maintain a stalemate through his strong attacks, the veins on his forehead were bulging, clearly indicating that he was struggling to hold on.
"Hmph." A muffled sound came from Qian Jun Douluo's throat.
The balance of power on the battlefield had already tilted in favor of the Spirit Hall; that was obvious—two against one, even if they won, it would be an ugly victory.
He glanced in the direction of the Snake Lance Jiang Mo, his eyes filled with impatience: Dugu Bo's poison skills were unpredictable, Yu Tianheng's dragon might was domineering. If it were one-on-one, these guys might not have the upper hand.
Relying on sheer numbers to maintain order only makes the Spirit Hall appear weak and incompetent.
But he suppressed his turbulent emotions. With the mission at hand, how could he afford to worry about such things? The foundation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had to be uprooted. That old dragon Yu Yuanzhen was hiding in the sect and wouldn't come out, so his descendants had to be used to force him to show himself.
Qian Jun Douluo took a deep breath, and his Soul Power surged suddenly, causing the rocks beneath his feet to crack instantly.
He looked at the two struggling figures in the battle, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes turned into a cold sternness.
"Since that's the case, then I'll finish this up."
Before he finished speaking, he had already swooped down like an arrow, his afterimage slowly coalescing behind him, carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, heading straight for the center of the two battle zones.
Upon hearing this, the Spirit Luan Douluo joined the battle, and two more Titled Douluo attacked Yu Tianheng and Dugu Bo respectively, making the situation even more dire!
Just as the Qian Jun Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff gathered the force to shatter mountains and the Spirit Luan Douluo's Seven-Colored Phoenix Shadow spread its wings as if about to pounce, a blinding bolt of Thunder suddenly erupted from the summit of True Dragon Mountain deep within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
The Thunder didn't strike the earth; instead, it soared into the sky like a golden dragon, tearing a huge gash in the leaden-gray clouds.
Immediately following, a burly figure, imbued with immense dragon might, appeared in the very center of the battlefield almost at the same instant the lightning dissipated—blue-gold dragon scales shimmered on his body, and his black robe billowed in the surging Soul Power. It was none other than Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
He didn't even glance at the people fighting fiercely around him; his gaze, like two tangible bolts of lightning, precisely locked onto Qian Jun and Spirit Luan as they swooped down.
"Anyone who offends the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan shall die!"