Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 837 Auspicious Beast Talent: [Omniscient and Omnipotent]

"kill!"

Qian Gu Die Ting's roar shook the heavens, and his golden soul power surged and churned like magma. The dragon-carved staff in his hand suddenly grew to several zhang in length, and the dragon patterns carved on the staff came to life under the infusion of soul power, as if it would break free from the staff and take off into the air at any moment.

He gripped the handle tightly with both hands, concentrated his near-god level power into a single point, and slammed it down fiercely towards Chen Xinjie.

This strike carried the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, the air was compressed and emitted a piercing shriek, and even the surrounding light seemed to be distorted by this force.

Chen Xinjie's eyes narrowed, and the power of the Vast Ocean erupted instantly around him. A pale blue energy wave swept out like a tsunami, condensing into a giant energy wall tens of feet high in front of him.

The surface of the colossal wall shimmered, as if it contained the weight of the entire ocean. Facing the heavy blow from the ancient Dieting, he did not back down in the slightest. He raised his arms slightly and pushed the power of the vast ocean to its limit: "Well done!"

"boom--"

The moment the Panlong Staff collided with the water wall, golden and blue energy shockwaves spread out in a ring, and the deafening roar shook the entire core area of ​​Mingdu.

The ground cracked open with deep trenches, and rubble and building debris were thrown dozens of meters into the air by the aftershocks of energy before crashing down, raising clouds of dust.

The clash between the two quasi-god-level powers created a suffocating sense of oppression for everyone in the arena. The others, without further hesitation, sought out their respective opponents.

Ya Li and Xia Zheng Leng were still keeping each other in check. Although she didn't know what the other was thinking, she could sense that this Cold Rhyme Douluo didn't seem to enjoy the battle much, which was why she was able to hold him off with her healing abilities.

Fu Xuan then took the initiative to rush towards the ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi. His orange-gold pupils were completely calm, and his pale golden soul power was faintly visible around him. His steps were light but carried an undeniable aura.

Fors transformed into a streak of silver light, heading straight for the Light and Dark Douluo Long Yeyue, a nonchalant smile still playing on his lips.

Cai Xukun was surrounded by a black phantom of a giant Kun, and he engaged in a fierce battle with Tong Yu's Five Elements Qilin. The explosions caused by the collision of the two forces rose and fell.

"Big brother, I'm leaving Zang Xin to you. I'll deal with that Tang Clan leader!"

Qian Gu Dong Feng shouted at Qian Gu Qing Feng, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent. Before he finished speaking, his figure shot towards Tang Wu Lin below like an arrow.

In his eyes, Tang Wulin was both the leader of the Tang Sect and the leader of the Sea God Pavilion. Although his combat strength was not as good as Gu Yuena's, he already showed signs of becoming a Limit Douluo. If he was not eliminated today, he would definitely become a huge threat to the Spirit Pagoda in the future.

Of course, more importantly, Qian Gu Dongfeng also wanted to take this opportunity to avenge his grandson.

The amorous Douluo Zang Xin wanted to stop him, but he was under immense pressure just facing Qian Gu Qingfeng, a quasi-god, and couldn't spare any attention. He could only secretly pray that Tang Wulin could hold on.

"The Tang Sect has no intention of being an enemy of the Federation. Everything we do is for the peace and stability of the Douluo Continent." Cao Dezhi looked at the pink-haired girl opposite him, his tone earnest.

Instead of immediately condensing his martial spirit, he tried to persuade the other party with reason and emotion: "I have a past relationship with the previous temple master of the War God Temple. I once guarded the borders of the Federation for many years and believe that I have lived up to the expectations of the Federation people. Why do you have to force me so hard?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic battle in the arena, his voice growing increasingly heavy: "Do you know that just a few years ago, the evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Cult attempted to break through the dimensional barrier and unleash extraterrestrial demons to invade the continent?"

"It was our current Tang Sect Master, Tang Wulin, who disregarded his own safety and led the Tang Sect disciples to fight back, ultimately turning the tide and averting a disaster that could have endangered the entire continent."

"Since you are Yu Guanzhi's granddaughter, I believe you must have received relevant intelligence as well. The Federation's top priority right now is definitely not to start a war against the Tang Clan. Otherwise, once the war spreads and lives are lost, the only ones who will benefit are those evil soul masters lurking in the shadows."

If they are allowed to grow stronger amidst the chaos of war, the mainland may face another catastrophic disaster!

Cao Dezhi spoke these words with heartfelt sincerity; every word came from the bottom of his heart.

He did indeed have a deep friendship with the previous master of the Temple of War, and the "guarding the territory" he mentioned refers to the years he spent guarding the abyss passage and resisting the invasion of abyssal creatures.

If it weren't for the Spirit Pagoda's relentless pressure, and if the Federation hadn't forcibly labeled the Tang Clan as a traitorous organization, he might still be in the Blood God Legion, continuing to guard the westernmost part of the continent.

"Finished?" Fu Xuan looked at Cao Dezhi, his tone still calm and unmoved.

She gently shook her head, her voice filled with unwavering determination: "I am naturally aware of and deeply admire the past achievements of the Ruthless Douluo. However, it is an undeniable fact that the Tang Sect hindered the Federation fleet's advance into the Star Luo Empire."

"The law is impartial. If the members of the Tang Clan can lay down their weapons and surrender today, I can guarantee that I will apply to the Federal Parliament to give them a fair trial."

"Then it seems there's no point in talking." Cao Dezhi sighed slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, but even more so, a resolute determination.

Just surrender?

This is absolutely impossible—not to mention whether the Federation would really give a "fair trial," the Tang Clan's very identity would not allow them to admit defeat in such a humiliating way.

The Tang Sect was founded by the Sea God Tang San himself. It has been passed down for more than 20,000 years, even longer than the history of the Federation. This honor and dignity must not be trampled on by anyone.

"Then let me see what makes you so confident that you dare to confront me." The emotion in Cao Dezhi's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, sharp look.

He slowly raised his left hand, and a dazzling white light condensed in his palm, gradually revealing a long sword about four feet long.

The sword was as white as jade, but the blade gleamed with a chilling light. An incomparably sharp aura suddenly burst forth from the sword, as if the surrounding air had been sliced ​​into fragments.

This is the Martial Soul of the Ruthless Douluo—the Ruthless Sword!

"The Tao is seemingly heartless, yet it is full of compassion!"

Cao Dezhi chanted softly, his eyes suddenly turning sharp as swords. His soul power began to fluctuate violently, and six black soul rings and three red soul rings slowly rose from his body, swirling rapidly around the Ruthless Sword.

As the spirit rings rotated, the surrounding space began to distort, yet it also exuded an extreme sharpness, as if it would be torn apart by this sword intent at any moment.

This is the signature move of the Ruthless Douluo – Ruthless Sword Intent!
Once activated, it can discard all emotions and unleash combat power far exceeding one's own cultivation level with the purest killing intent and sharpness.

With a flick of his wrist, Cao Dezhi sent the Ruthless Sword flying, transforming it into a white streak of light in mid-air. Then, the sword abruptly split in two, then into four, with four identical Ruthless Swords hovering around Fu Xuan, forming a perfect square.

The sword intent emanating from the sword intertwined, forming an invisible barrier that completely imprisoned the space around Fu Xuan.

One of the strongest soul skills of the Ruthless Douluo: Ruthless Sword Formation! Using the extreme sharpness of the Ruthless Sword, it forcibly cuts through space to form an independent, closed domain.

In this realm, the four merciless swords resonate, not only immobilizing the target but also continuously releasing sword intent to inflict sustained damage.

Although Cao Dezhi has not made a move on the mainland for many years, his experience of guarding the Abyss Passage for many years has not diminished his combat skills, but rather made them even more refined.

After setting up the formation, a merciless sword reappeared in Cao Dezhi's palm.

His eyes narrowed, and his arm swept out suddenly. A white sword light several meters long burst from the blade, tearing through space and instantly rushing into the Ruthless Sword Formation, heading straight for Fu Xuan.

This renowned Limit Douluo, once he makes a move, goes all out without holding back in the slightest.

"Interesting." Fu Xuan felt the binding force emanating from her body, but instead of panicking, she gently raised the corners of her mouth and parted her jade lips: "But this level alone is not enough to threaten me."

Before she finished speaking, a pale purple diamond-shaped mark suddenly lit up on her fair forehead. It was a divine eye, like a vertical eye, gleaming with a mysterious light.

The next moment, something strange happened: the four merciless swords surrounding Fu Xuan, as well as the white sword light that was rushing towards him, seemed to have been struck by some invisible force. Without making a sound, they instantly shattered into countless points of light and dissipated into the air.

"what?"

Cao Dezhi's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared intently at Fu Xuan, but he didn't see the other party make any move at all.

Without activating soul power or releasing soul skills, the ruthless sword formation and sword light he had unleashed vanished silently, as if they had never existed.

Is this her ability?

A thought flashed through Cao Dezhi's mind, and he immediately thought of the time when Long Yeyue was ambushed.

Previously, right under everyone's noses, a handprint inexplicably appeared on Long Yeyue's face. No one noticed the attacker's presence, and that incident was the fuse that ignited this great battle.

"It seems that the slap mark on Long Yeyue's face must have been done by her."

Cao Dezhi's heart grew increasingly heavy, yet one question lingered: How did she manage to do that? Was it an invisible attack? But even if it were an invisible attack, it would be impossible for it to escape the perception of both him and Chen Xinjie, two quasi-gods.

This silent, imperceptible power is far more terrifying than any powerful soul skill.

Fu Xuan looked at Cao Dezhi's shocked expression, his tone remaining calm: "The strength of the Ruthless Douluo is indeed well-deserved. But unfortunately, your attack is ineffective against me. Next, it's my turn."

The moment the words fell, a soft pink light shone from Fu Xuan's body. The light was not dazzling, but it carried a heart-palpitating sense of oppression, as if even the surrounding air was tainted by this pink halo with a special power.

Cao Dezhi's heart tightened, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately held the Ruthless Sword horizontally in front of his chest, his eyes fixed on Fu Xuan's every move. His soul power circulated wildly within his body, ready to deal with the opponent's attack at any time.

"【Omniscient and Omnipotent】"

Fu Xuan parted his thin lips slightly and slowly uttered these four words. His voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry some kind of special magic, clearly reaching Cao Dezhi's ears.

At the same time, the pale purple magic eye on her forehead lit up again, its diamond-shaped pupil shimmering with a mysterious light. The pink light echoed the purple magic eye, forming a strange energy fluctuation.

But just a moment later, the light suddenly dissipated, and Fu Xuan remained suspended in place, quietly watching Cao Dezhi without making any further moves.

"???"

Cao Dezhi's face was full of doubt, and his grip on the Ruthless Sword tightened slightly.

He cautiously observed Fu Xuan, while simultaneously sensing his own condition—his soul power was functioning normally, his battle armor was undamaged, and he felt no abnormality in his body, as if the commotion just now was merely an insignificant bluff.

Even though the other person was saying "It's my turn" and was emitting a special light, nothing actually happened in the end.

This eerie calm unsettled Cao Dezhi more than any violent attack. He knew that beneath the most seemingly harmless exterior often lay a more deadly crisis.

Therefore, even though he did not sense any threat for the time being, he still dared not let his guard down. His soul power remained highly tense, and the sharp aura on the Ruthless Sword became increasingly intense.

"Are they stalling for time?" Cao Dezhi's gaze unconsciously swept towards the battlefield below.

Tang Wulin was being relentlessly suppressed by the Thousand Ancient East Wind. Cracks had spread across his golden dragon scales, and the Golden Dragon Spear's attacks were gradually becoming sluggish. He had clearly fallen into a disadvantageous position and was in danger of meeting an unforeseen fate at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Cao Dezhi's heart leaped into his throat, and the ruthless sword in his hand involuntarily emitted bursts of white sword light.

He had no time to continue the standoff with Fu Xuan. Regardless of the purpose behind Fu Xuan's actions, Tang Wulin could not afford to be harmed. Fu Xuan was the key to resolving the Abyss Plane issue and was also the Tang Clan's appointed leader, appointed by Tang Wulin himself.

Since Fu Xuan has not taken the initiative to attack, he has no choice but to take the initiative, deal with the opponent in front of him as soon as possible, and then go to support Tang Wulin.

Having made up his mind, Cao Dezhi no longer hesitated. He instantly poured his soul power into the Ruthless Sword, and the light on the sword suddenly surged. A white sword light, even more fierce than before, began to condense.

He took a deep breath and was about to swing his longsword to attack Fu Xuan when, in the next moment, something he would never forget happened.

"Chong-"

A crisp metallic snapping sound suddenly rang out, and Cao Dezhi felt a violent vibration coming from the ruthless sword in his hand. Immediately afterward, a tremendous force came from the hilt of the sword, causing his arm to tremble involuntarily.

He looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted—he saw that his ruthless sword, which had once slain an unharmed enemy, had a clear crack in the middle of its blade. The crack spread at a speed visible to the naked eye and broke off completely in an instant. Half of the sword, carrying a sharp sword light, fell toward the ground below.

"puff--"

Before Cao Dezhi could recover from the shock of his broken martial spirit, a piercing pain suddenly shot through his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, the bright red blood drawing a glaring arc in the air.

He instinctively covered his chest with his hand, but felt a warm, sticky sensation on his palm. When he looked down, he was horrified by what he saw.

At some point, a huge, several-foot-long gash appeared on his extremely protective battle armor, running from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen. The gash was so deep that bone was visible, and blood was gushing out of the wound, instantly staining his clothes red.

"Is this...your ability?"

Cao Dezhi struggled to lift his head, his gaze fixed on Fu Xuan opposite him, his voice hoarse from the pain and shock.

He simply couldn't understand why his weapon would suddenly break and why his body would suddenly suffer such serious injuries, even though he had been on high alert the whole time and hadn't seen Fu Xuan make any attack moves.
This invisible and intangible attack method was completely beyond his understanding of the abilities of a Soul Master.

"Yes."

Fu Xuan nodded slightly, his tone still calm, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

The purple magic eye on her forehead had dimmed again, and the pink light around her had completely dissipated. But in Cao Dezhi's eyes, this seemingly weak girl was more terrifying than any Limit Douluo.

Cao Dezhi wanted to ask more questions to figure out the principle behind this strange ability, but as soon as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a blackout and a strong sense of dizziness hit him, as if someone had hit the back of his head hard with a heavy hammer.

His body lost all strength and could no longer maintain its levitating state. Like a kite with a broken string, he plummeted rapidly towards the ground below.

This ruthless Douluo, who once guarded the abyss passage and made a name for himself on the Douluo Continent, was defeated by Fu Xuan in a bizarre way that no one could understand.

Until the very last second before losing consciousness, he couldn't understand how he had lost—he hadn't seen the attack, hadn't felt any energy fluctuations, and hadn't even seen his opponent's movements clearly before he was severely injured and unable to fight.

(End of this chapter)