Douluo: The Peerless King of Beast Tamers

Chapter 344 Holy Dragon of Light VS Holy Dragon of Darkness
As dusk settled, Mingdu was enveloped in a hazy, warm light. Zhou Sichen stepped into the familiar teahouse, and as the bamboo curtain swayed gently, the aroma of tea mixed with wisps of steam wafted towards him.

On the second floor, in his usual spot by the window, Long Xiaoyao was leaning back in a mahogany chair, his slender fingers holding a white porcelain teacup. The amber tea swayed gently in the cup, reflecting a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Uncle Long, why did you take the initiative to find me today?" Zhou Sichen unfastened the jade clasp on his cloak and sat down opposite him.

He noticed that the rim of the teacup that Long Xiaoyao had placed on the table was still warm, indicating that he had been waiting for a long time.

Long Xiaoyao raised his eyes to examine the young man before him, his gaze sweeping over his tall and upright figure. After confirming that the other man's aura was calm and composed, he gently placed the teacup on the sandalwood tea tray.

The celadon porcelain and the wooden tea table made a clear sound as they touched each other. He said slowly, "The Holy Spirit Sect has been making quite a few moves in Mingdu lately. I just wanted to make sure you weren't injured."

His voice carried the reproachful tone typical of an elder, yet it couldn't hide his genuine worry.

Zhou Sichen felt a warmth in her heart, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the dark patterns on the cup's surface.

Since arriving in Mingdu, this Limit Douluo has often taken care of him in seemingly casual ways, from guiding him in soul skills to gifting him precious soul bones. Beneath his seemingly unruly appearance lies a care comparable to that of a family member.

Although Zhou Sichen had to play along with Long Xiaoyao because of their differing stances, her genuine feelings for him were not fake.

"What could possibly be wrong with me? But I still want to thank Uncle Long for his concern." He picked up his teacup and took a sip. The warm tea slid down his throat, dispelling some of the chill of late autumn.

Long Xiaoyao stared at the boy's composed demeanor and suddenly recalled the boy's spirited figure when he first arrived in the Sun Moon Empire.

Back then, Zhou Sichen was only a member of the Fifth Ring Road, but now, in just two years, the speed at which this young man has grown is simply unimaginable.

"You've been away from the academy quite often lately, is it because of your breakthrough?" He picked up a tea snack from the saucer and asked casually.

“You really can’t hide it from Uncle Long.” Zhou Sichen smiled frankly: “I have indeed broken through to level 70, and I am now a level 71, seven-ring Soul Saint.”

The tea and snacks in Long Xiaoyao's hand fell onto the plate with a "plop," scattering a few crumbs.

Even though he had traversed the continent for decades and was used to seeing geniuses rise, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly at this moment.

A fifteen-year-old Soul Saint with seven rings.

This not only broke Shrek Academy's record, but also surpassed his and Moon's achievements in their youth.

He recalled the 100,000-year-old soul bone he had given to Zhou Sichen years ago, but he never expected that this young man could turn such an opportunity into such terrifying strength.

"Good lad..." Long Xiaoyao rubbed his chin, his eyes shining with excitement.

The Limit Douluo's aura unconsciously dissipated: "Since you have made another huge breakthrough this time, why don't we, father and son, give it another try?"

Zhou Sichen pressed his forehead with a wry smile.

Last time he sparred with Long Xiaoyao, the other party only used 10% of his strength, yet he still managed to corner him.

Seeing the fighting spirit burning in Long Xiaoyao's eyes, he said helplessly, "Uncle Long, what are you doing? You are a level 99 Limit Douluo. Even if I use all my strength, I can't possibly shake a hair on your head. Why bother?"

To change the subject, he deliberately said, "With this energy, you might as well kill a few more evil spirit masters."

Upon hearing the words "evil soul master," Long Xiaoyao paused slightly in his teacup.

The tea rippled in the cup, reflecting his suddenly darkened face: "You child, I just reminded you, the Holy Spirit Cult has been making a lot of moves in Mingdu lately, you're not allowed to get involved, understand?"

His voice carried an unusual sternness, as if he were recalling some unbearable past events.

Zhou Sichen lowered his eyes to hide the knowing look in them.

With Nangong Wan as an inside man, Zhou Sichen had already thoroughly memorized the Holy Spirit Cult's action plan.

But at this moment, he could only pretend to be confident: "It's alright, Uncle Long. Don't underestimate me just because I'm only level 71. I'm not afraid of even an evil soul master at the level of an eight-ring Soul Douluo."

"My Holy Light Dragon is the nemesis of evil spirit masters. When they encounter me, they can only run away in the dark. They will be fine."

Long Xiaoyao stared at the boy's tall and straight figure, and suddenly remembered the stubborn child he had met for the first time.

As time passed, the person before him had long since shed his childishness, and the aura of power emanating from him made even this veteran Limit Douluo take notice.

"Alright, since you're so confident, let me see your current strength, so you won't become arrogant and get out of control."

He suddenly stood up, making the tea set on the table clatter.

Zhou Sichen looked at the dragon-shaped phantom that was gradually gathering around Long Xiaoyao and smiled bitterly to himself.

Zhou Sichen's face darkened instantly. Was there no way to avoid it now?
Seeing that Long Xiaoyao was so eager to test his strength, Zhou Sichen did not continue to refuse.

Anyway, the Mirror Beast has now broken through 100,000 years of cultivation. After copying Elder Mu's martial soul, it can unleash even greater power. It's definitely a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

With the current strength of Little Mirror as a foundation, and with Zhou Sichen having condensed his first soul core, let alone opponents of the same level, even fighting a Title Douluo would not be a problem.

Zhou Sichen forced a smile: "Since Uncle Long is so eager to see, I won't stand on ceremony."

When Long Xiaoyao saw that Zhou Sichen had agreed, he couldn't help but laugh.

He's been really bored lately, and finding some amusement in his nephew Zhou Sichen is one of the few entertainment options he has left.

Long Xiaoyao's large palm drew a mysterious arc in the air, and the pressure of the Limit Douluo burst forth as if it were a tangible force.

In an instant, dark clouds surged in the sky, the pitch-black clouds seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, forming a huge vortex.

Zhou Sichen felt an irresistible suction force coming from him, and he was involuntarily drawn into it.

The two transformed into streaks of light, soaring into the sky at supersonic speeds, and in the blink of an eye, they swept past Mingdu and disappeared into the vast sky.

Ten thousand meters above the ground, the wind howled, and the air was so thin that it was almost suffocating.

However, for these two exceptionally powerful Soul Masters, such an environment was nothing out of the ordinary.

Long Xiaoyao hovered steadily in the air, surrounded by the dark, holy dragon phantom, as black as night.

The dragon's scales shimmered with an eerie light, and its eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit, as if it might burst forth at any moment.

Long Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the young man in front of him with great interest, a look of anticipation on his lips.

Zhou Sichen took a deep breath, and the soul power within his body began to circulate wildly.

Golden light seemed to seep from his pores, illuminating the surrounding clouds.

A resounding dragon roar echoed through the sky as the Martial Soul, the Holy Dragon of Light, was fully unleashed.

The seven spirit rings lit up one after another, their brilliant colors of two yellow, one purple, three black, and one red standing out against the dark sky.

Especially that blood-red 100,000-year soul ring, which exuded a heart-palpitating pressure, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

Long Xiaoyao's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze fixed on the blood-red spirit ring: "You brat, you were out hunting 100,000-year-old spirit beasts during the time you disappeared, weren't you?"

His voice held a hint of surprise, but even more so, admiration.

In the world of Soul Masters, the rarity of a 100,000-year Soul Ring is self-evident; each one is a treasure coveted by countless Soul Masters.

Zhou Sichen's lips curled up into a confident smile: "Uncle Long, my father and I both have seventh spirit rings that are 100,000 years old. Can you handle that?"

He spoke in a deliberately provocative tone, a sly glint in his eyes.

Long Xiaoyao threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the surrounding clouds: "Good lad, you have quite the big mouth!" The dark holy dragon phantom around him became more and more solid, and the air made a piercing explosion as the dragon claws swung.

“Your father is just as talented as me, but with Shrek Academy as his background, I am inferior to him in this respect.”

His voice suddenly turned low, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, "Now that you have Shrek Academy as your backing and my financial support, even Moon couldn't compare back then."

Zhou Sichen chuckled, his soul power fluctuations growing stronger: "That's why I broke through to level 70 before you two."

His words carried the arrogance typical of young people, but they were not annoying.

Long Xiaoyao nodded, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Yes, your talent is still above ours, and your future achievements will definitely surpass ours, but right now you are still far from our level."

The dark holy dragon phantom surrounding him suddenly roared, "Boy, show me your full strength and let me see how you, this holy dragon of light, compare to us back in the day!"

Zhou Sichen's eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's, and the seventh blood-red 100,000-year soul ring on his body shone brightly, like a small sun:

"Uncle Long, then I will grant your wish! Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul True Body!"

With a loud shout, the entire sky seemed to be enveloped in golden and blood-red light.

Zhou Sichen's body began to swell rapidly, and his bones made a sickening cracking sound.

The next moment, a Holy Dragon of Light, over ten meters long, appeared in the air.

Its scales shimmered with dazzling golden light, and its eyes burned with raging flames. Every time it swayed its body, it could create a strong hurricane.

Long Xiaoyao looked at the Holy Dragon of Light before him, his brows suddenly furrowing: "Such immense soul power, and you've actually condensed a soul core?!"

His voice was filled with shock.

In the world of Soul Masters, condensing a Soul Core is an extremely difficult process, usually requiring one to reach the level of a Title Douluo to have a chance.

Zhou Sichen was only at level seventy-one, yet he had already condensed a soul core, which was an unprecedented miracle.

Zhou Sichen, transformed into a Holy Dragon of Light, let out a deafening roar, his voice tinged with smugness: "Uncle Dragon, the surprises are yet to come, prepare to be amazed!"

With a swift swing of its massive dragon claw, a golden beam of energy pierced the sky and hurtled towards Long Xiaoyao.

At the same time, its body shot towards Long Xiaoyao like an arrow released from a bow, tearing the air apart and emitting a piercing shriek.

Long Xiaoyao's expression instantly turned serious, and the dark holy dragon phantom around him roared as he charged forward.

A breathtaking battle officially began ten thousand meters in the sky...

High in the sky, the gale howled like a knife.

Zhou Sichen, transformed into a Holy Dragon of Light, opened his eyes wide, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the figure of Long Xiaoyao, and suddenly unleashed a burst of blazing dragon breath.

This dragon's breath, carrying immense power of light, seemed to leave a golden mark on the space it passed through.

The intense power of light instantly evaporated the surrounding darkness, leaving a straight golden trail in the sky, heading straight for Long Xiaoyao with overwhelming force.

Faced with this fierce attack, Long Xiaoyao showed surprise, but his body remained as steady as a mountain.

As a level 99 Limit Douluo, his combat experience had long since reached a level of perfection.

His soul power surged like a tide, and the dark holy dragon phantom surrounding his body instantly came to life, raising its head and letting out a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, a jet-black dragon breath erupted from the mouth of the Dark Holy Dragon.

The dragon's breath was mixed with a chilling dark power; wherever it passed, the air turned pitch black, the temperature plummeted, and it seemed as if even light was being swallowed up.

Two completely different dragon breaths collided violently in the sky, like two stars colliding.

In an instant, golden and black light intertwined, bursting forth with dazzling light and a violent roar.

The aftershocks of energy spread outwards like a hurricane, shattering the surrounding clouds and causing the sky for dozens of miles around to tremble.

After this violent collision, the Holy Dragon of Light and the Holy Dragon of Darkness charged at each other almost simultaneously, engaging in a thrilling battle in the sky.

At this moment, both sides have unleashed their Martial Soul True Forms. In a duel between Soul Masters of the same level, the role of technique is greatly weakened, and they rely more on pure strength and the characteristics of their Martial Souls.

Long Xiaoyao intentionally suppressed his power to a level that was just slightly stronger than Zhou Sichen's, wanting to take this opportunity to test the true strength of this genius young man.

However, as soon as they started fighting, Long Xiaoyao sensed that something was wrong.

The combat power unleashed by this boy with only seven spirit rings far surpassed that of an ordinary spirit saint, and even approached the level of a titled Douluo.

"How could a mere seven spirit rings unleash combat power comparable to a Title Douluo?" Long Xiaoyao wondered to himself, his gaze fixed on Zhou Sichen.

But soon, he remembered that Zhou Sichen had already condensed a soul core.

It is important to know that the condensation of a soul core can greatly enhance the quality of a soul master's soul power and combat endurance, elevating their strength to a whole new level.

Thinking of this, Long Xiaoyao felt relieved, and at the same time couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This kid is really a peerless genius! No wonder he has the confidence to hunt down evil soul masters in Mingdu."

Zhou Sichen completely ignored Long Xiaoyao's inner thoughts; at this moment, he only had eyes for his opponent.

The Holy Dragon of Light let out a series of loud roars, its breath constantly spewing forth, its sharp claws gleaming with a cold light, as it fearlessly clashed with the Dark Holy Dragon of Long Xiaoyao with its own body.

Each collision produced a deafening sound, and the two forces clashed fiercely in the sky, tearing and distorting the surrounding space.

The two fought back and forth in the air for dozens of rounds.

Despite being suppressed by Long Xiaoyao, Zhou Sichen, relying on the powerful foundation brought by his soul core and his unique combat skills, still put up a tenacious resistance and did not fall behind in the slightest.

However, Long Xiaoyao was, after all, a level 99 Limit Douluo with incredibly profound foundation.

After a fierce battle, Long Xiaoyao finally decided to end the fight.

Dark power surged around him, and the Dark Holy Dragon instantly grew several times larger. Its enormous claws, like a small mountain, fell down with overwhelming force, directly seizing the Light Holy Dragon that Zhou Sichen had transformed into.

Despite his desperate struggles, Zhou Sichen, once captured, was ultimately unable to break free from Long Xiaoyao's full power.

Thus, this thrilling battle finally came to an end.

It is worth mentioning that with Zhou Sichen's current strength, even if he only copied Elder Mu's Bright Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, he would no longer be someone that an ordinary Title Douluo could easily defeat.

After the battle ended, the two simultaneously exited their Martial Soul True Form state and floated side by side in the sky.

Long Xiaoyao smiled with satisfaction, gently patted Zhou Sichen's shoulder, and said with admiration, "Good lad, Uncle Long was right about you."

Zhou Sichen chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes: "It's all thanks to Uncle Long's excellent teaching. I've learned a lot from Uncle Long over the past two years."

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao grinned from ear to ear: "It's all thanks to your own hard work. I was just doing what I could..."

Although his words were humble, the pride in his eyes was impossible to hide.

This battle not only allowed Long Xiaoyao to see Zhou Sichen's amazing talent and potential, but also filled him with anticipation for the future of the Soul Master world.

Long Xiaoyao silently thought to himself, "My child, with you here, the Holy Spirit Cult will surely be destroyed in the future. I hope that a hundred years from now, when you know what your uncle has done, you won't blame me..."

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