Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

The light hovered in mid-air, and at its core, a human figure slowly became clear.

His body was enveloped in a continuous flow of multicolored light, and countless tiny ancient runes containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth flickered in the light, like breathing.

His face was blurred, but his eyes, deep and cold, pierced through layers of space and smoke, looking down emotionlessly at the tiny beings below.

It was as if he were scrutinizing a group of struggling ants. Wherever that gaze swept, even the air seemed to freeze.

No words, no announcement.

The figure in the light and shadow casually raised his hand. The movement was light and effortless, devoid of any worldly concerns, as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust from his sleeve.

However, with the slightest movement of his fingertips—

Boom!

A terrifying torrent of soul power, overwhelming and unstoppable, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, suddenly erupted!

This soul power displayed chaotic, colorful patterns, distorting space and emitting a sharp, ear-piercing whistle.

It didn't charge in a straight line, but rather like a living, breathing tsunami, carrying the will to annihilate everything, heading towards the location of Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others.

More precisely, it was aimed at the large, gold-edged banner in Dai Mubai's hand, a symbol of the Star Luo Empire's ambitions.

The combined soul power and aura of Tang San and the others swept away violently!

Too fast! Too strong!
Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply, and his muscles tensed instantly like iron. The phantom of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger roared and appeared behind him, attempting to confront it head-on.

Tang San's eyes sharpened, and the Trident of the Sea God hummed loudly, its dark blue divine light surging, forming a solid water curtain barrier in front of him.

The light and shadow of Xiao Wu's teleportation had just begun to illuminate, Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda had reached its peak of brilliance, Zhu Zhuqing's figure had almost vanished into nothingness, Oscar's incantation was stuck in his throat, and Ma Hongjun's phoenix flames had just risen...

But it was all in vain!

That chaotic and colorful torrent of soul power swept away everything in its path!
Tsk-!
A piercing tearing sound rang out.

The banner in Dai Mubai's hand, woven from tough magical beast hide and refined gold thread and infused with the soul power of a Soul Master, was as fragile as a piece of paper in a child's hand before this force. The flagpole instantly turned to dust, and the magnificent banner was torn and shattered by an invisible, immense force!
Countless golden fragments embroidered with roaring tigers, like withered leaves swept up by a gale, helplessly tumbled and scattered in the turbulent flow of soul power.

The victory declaration that symbolized the Star Luo Empire's imminent ascent to the top of Tian Dou City was crushed without leaving a trace before the eyes of thousands of troops!

Dai Mubai felt an irresistible force slam into his chest, and with a muffled groan, the hard ground beneath his feet shattered.

He slid backward uncontrollably for several feet, each step carving deep furrows in the ground before he barely managed to steady himself. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at the multicolored light and shadow in mid-air, his eyes burning with horror and rage, almost roaring, "Who?! Who is this being?!"

Tang San's arm went numb from the violent impact, and the blue light on the Trident of the Sea God fluctuated violently.

He forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, his eyes more solemn than ever before, his sharp gaze piercing through the chaotic flow of soul power, locking onto the figure high in the air.

Beneath that calm, deep-pool-like surface lies the extreme repression before a volcanic eruption.

"Watch out!" he hissed, his voice cold and hard, like metal.

"Anyone capable of unleashing such power is no ordinary person! The storms of Poseidon Island couldn't swallow us, and today, no one can easily break our backbone!"

His back was ramrod straight, his trident pointed diagonally at the sky, the tip of the trident flashing with an eerie blue light, as if silently declaring war on that mysterious powerhouse.

Xiao Wu, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ma Hongjun each wore varying degrees of fear and solemnity on their faces. They quickly adjusted their positions, their soul power condensed again, and with Tang San and Dai Mubai at the core, they instantly formed a formation that was both offensive and defensive.

Seven powerful auras, tempered by Poseidon Island, carrying unyielding pride, united as one and fiercely confronted the cold and terrifying pressure that enveloped the entire battlefield.

In mid-air, the mysterious figure, shimmering with multicolored light, remained silent.

His icy gaze, like a thousand years of ice, pierced through the distance and landed on the seven people who were on high alert.

The pressure, though silent, is more suffocating than any roar. (End of Chapter)