Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 260: A Level 95 Super Douluo, rendered unable to care for himself by a single move?
With a clear, resonant tremor of spiritual energy, Mo Lingyun's spirit rings rose from beneath her feet. The first ring was a shimmering yellow, like the rising sun; the second ring shone slightly brighter, yet still remained within the range of a hundred-year spirit ring. A murmur of discussion arose around them, many pursing their lips and shaking their heads, clearly viewing this duel as a one-sided crushing defeat.

Just when everyone was taking it lightly.

boom--!
The third spirit ring suddenly bloomed—a crimson halo exploded, the ancient runes on the surface of the battle arena twisted violently, and sparks seeped from the black iron patterns. The enormous 100,000-year spirit ring seemed to be tangible, staining the area within a ten-zhang radius of the arena blood-red, and even the Starfall Pavilion's void boat, which was watching from afar, shook violently under the impact of the spirit power.

"Ten, ten thousand years?!" The exclamations of the disciples in the front row were drowned out by the gasps that rose and fell. Mo Lingyun moved without wind, her plain white dress fluttering in the wind, and the silver strands in her hair were now stained with crimson soul power.

However, the shock has not yet subsided.

boom--!
Another ring of crimson flames shot into the sky, the two hundred-thousand-year soul rings reflecting each other, forming a vortex of soul power that turned the high-altitude clouds into a blood-red vortex. The entire sky trembled, and the thirty-six battle arenas simultaneously lit up with defensive light shields, yet they still showed spiderweb-like cracks under this pressure.

The entire stadium erupted!

"The third and fourth rings are both 100,000 years!!" The young master of the Blood Fiend Palace suddenly stood up, and the bone chair shattered inch by inch beneath his feet.

"This, this, this..."

Everyone was so shocked that their beards trembled, their teacups tipped over, and the spiritual tea spilled all over them without them even noticing.

The moment the crimson spirit ring burst forth, the entire Sky Dome Mountain Range, where the Divine Spirit Pavilion was located, groaned under the immense pressure. The black iron pillar supporting the base of the Soul Arena trembled violently, and sparks shot out like meteors, falling into the sea of ​​clouds and igniting the rising mist below, turning it into a surging sea of ​​fire.

The sounds of bones cracking echoed from the direction of the Blood Fiend Hall, and the soul bones within many low-level disciples began to resonate and tremble. The Hall Master slammed his palm down, shattering the stone table beside him, his eyes gleaming with fanatical greed: "Two 100,000-year soul rings... I must have her!"

"This is no soul ring! It's a god descending to earth!" the members of the Six-Pointed Star Sect exclaimed in surprise.

Only Feng Yang sat upright in the spectator stands, the blue flames at his fingertips flickering with the fluctuations of his soul rings, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in his deep eyes.

Tang Xiaosi, on the other side of the arena, had already collapsed in the scorching heat wave. His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had completely lost its vitality and curled up into a charred, withered branch under the pressure of the 100,000-year Soul Ring.

Mo Lingyun lightly raised her jade hand, and the surging crimson soul power around her, like boiling magma, instantly enveloped the entire Soul Arena. Both 100,000-year soul rings trembled violently simultaneously, and blinding red light shot straight into the sky, even turning the sun high in the sky blood-red. With the activation of her fourth soul skill, "Burning Heaven," the scorching sun's phantom magnified infinitely behind her, and nine crimson-gold feathers pierced the void, each carrying an aura of world-destroying power.

"boom--!!"

A deafening roar shook the entire Sky Dome Mountain Range. The black iron support pillars at the base of the Battle Arena groaned under the strain, cracks spreading like a spiderweb. Crimson soul power materialized into a sea of ​​fire, radiating outwards in a ring from Mo Lingyun's center. Wherever it passed, the air twisted into vortexes, and even space itself rippled. In the stands, elders from various sects unleashed their protective spiritual power, yet they were still forced back by this oppressive force. Some lost their footing and stumbled to the ground.

Screams echoed from the direction of the Blood Fiend Hall. The soul bones within the lower-level disciples resonated piercingly under the impact of soul power, many bleeding from their seven orifices and writhing in agony. The Starfall Pavilion's void ship shook violently, the star core artifact at its bow emitting a blinding white light under the pressure, nearly exploding. Even the usually composed Feng Yang saw his blue flames surge uncontrollably, his eyes grave, his knuckles white as he gripped the railing tightly.

The entire Divine Pavilion was shrouded in crimson, making the distant mountains appear as insignificant as dust. Mo Lingyun's hair flew wildly, her eyes burning with fierce flames, like a god wielding the power to incinerate the world. The scorching roar, mixed with the hum of her soul rings, transformed into tangible sound waves that swept across the entire area, making everyone's eardrums ache. The spirit beasts that dwelled among the mountains trembled on the ground, and even the most powerful ancient alien species dared not utter a sound.

At this moment, everyone realized that they were witnessing not only a battle, but also a shocking moment when divine skills appeared in the world.

"What... what's the point of this competition?" A disciple from the Starfall Pavilion collapsed to the ground, the Star Compass in his hand trembling and falling to the ground, shattering into pieces. His wail was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, stirring up a chorus of despairing sighs throughout the spectator area. In the various sect teams, many contestants slowly loosened their clenched fists, their burning fighting spirit completely extinguished by the crimson soul fire surging around Mo Lingyun.

The sound of weapons shattering on the ground echoed from the direction of the Blood Fiend Hall. Several young powerhouses stared at the girl on the arena, their Adam's apples bobbing. One muttered to himself, "With two 100,000-year soul rings, forget about Soul Emperors and Soul Saints, she could probably even fight a Soul Douluo." His words were filled with fear and resentment, as if he had foreseen the inevitable defeat. Even the usually arrogant young master had a gloomy expression, his bone staff scraping against the ground with a grating sound.

The disciples of Qingfeng Valley looked at each other in silence. Ren Yaoyao's fingers, gripping the hem of her skirt, turned white, whether from shock or worry, it was unclear. Ye Yunshu stared at the two scarlet soul rings, his brows furrowed, and whispered, "If this girl grows up, the landscape of the continent may be rewritten."

Inside the secret chamber of the Divine Spirit Pavilion, candlelight flickered within the bronze beast-head lampstand. The Star Crown Pavilion Master stood with his hands behind his back, his long robe embroidered with golden clouds trailing on the ground, a sinister light swirling in his eyes: "With Mo Lingyun of the Spirit Control Sect now in power, most sects will likely choose to court her; those who choose assassination will probably be a very small minority."

"Sect Master, what do you mean?" The Third Elder stroked his snow-white beard, his gilded armor gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

"In my opinion, we should ask the elders to step in and cripple Mo Lingyun to stop the rise of the Yu Ling Sect." Xing Mian suddenly turned around, the candlelight casting his shadow on the wall like a ferocious beast baring its fangs. Gasps rose and fell in the secret chamber, and the elders exchanged astonished glances.

The Seventh Elder nearly dropped his jade pipe. "Such behavior will surely make him a laughingstock of the world!"

"Elders!" Xingmian suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing the spirit bone specimens on it to rattle. "I bear a heavy burden, all for the sake of the Divine Spirit Pavilion! You only need to drink tea and admire flowers on weekdays; how could you know the pressure I'm under? I cause all the spirit beasts in the world to lose their minds, thereby indirectly attacking the forces of various sects—isn't it all for the sake of the Divine Spirit Pavilion?" He approached the crowd, his pupils contracting to pinpoints with excitement. "Most importantly, you all know how terrifying the disciples of the Spirit Control Sect are once they rise up! In less than a month, Mo Lingyun has already acquired two 100,000-year spirit rings. If she were given another year, she would become a Title Douluo. Do you think even our twenty-three Title Douluos of the Divine Spirit Pavilion could possibly defeat Mo Lingyun, whose nine spirit rings are all 100,000 years old?"

These words struck everyone like a hammer blow. The Ninth Elder was the first to grip the meteorite iron soft sword at his waist, wisps of black energy seeping from the taotie pattern on the scabbard: "The Pavilion Master is right! We absolutely cannot allow the Spirit Control Sect to rise!"

"Draw lots! Whoever gets it is theirs!" The Eighth Elder suddenly ripped open his robe, revealing his chest covered in soul bones. As the wooden plaque engraved with the number "Nine" rolled to the ground, the Ninth Elder stepped forward, unleashing the overwhelming pressure of a level 95 Super Douluo, extinguishing the candlelight in the secret chamber. In the darkness, only his scarlet eyes, like a demon appearing in the world, foreshadowed an impending bloodbath. The gazes of all sects were fixed like spotlights on the slender yet resolute figure in the center of the Soul Arena. Mo Lingyun's crimson soul power had not yet completely dissipated, and two 100,000-year soul rings hung high behind her like a blood-red full moon, their dazzling light making everyone afraid to look directly at her. After defeating several opponents, she had stood there for a full half hour, yet no one dared to step onto the stage to challenge her, and the entire Soul Arena fell into an eerie silence.

Just then, a dark figure streaked across the sky like a meteor. The Ninth Elder, his white hair fluttering wildly, his body surging with terrifying dark soul power, slowly landed on the arena. Each step he took caused the Xuan iron ground of the Soul Arena to tremble slightly, and an invisible pressure spread outwards like a tide.

"Everyone, since you all agree that Mo Lingyun is the champion of this competition, the Divine Spirit Pavilion feels that this competition is too monotonous. Let this old man test Mo Lingyun's true strength." The Ninth Elder's voice was deep and majestic, echoing in the empty Soul Arena.

These words immediately caused an uproar. A torrent of discussion erupted from the audience, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. It was important to understand that the Ninth Elder of the Divine Spirit Pavilion was a level 95 Super Douluo, a powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the continent, while Mo Lingyun possessed only two 100,000-year soul rings and a soul power of only level 45. The difference between them was like an insurmountable chasm.

“Senior, if you were to make a move, I would certainly be no match for you.” Mo Lingyun frowned slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in her clear eyes, and said softly.

"Heh." The Ninth Elder chuckled, but a barely perceptible hint of malice flashed in his eyes. "It's all about participation, right? We can't just hand over the championship to you like this; you'd find it boring, wouldn't you?"

Mo Lingyun hesitated for a moment. She naturally didn't know what the Ninth Elder was up to, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, she couldn't refuse directly. "Alright then," she bit her lip and finally agreed.

However, only Feng Yang in the audience became vigilant. His divine sense spread out silently like spider silk, and wherever it passed, he had already detected the Divine Spirit Pavilion's unspeakable conspiracy. His eyes instantly turned icy cold, ready to strike at any crucial moment.
"In that case, let's begin." As soon as the Ninth Elder finished speaking, the dark purple soft sword hummed and hovered in his palm, the runes flowing on its blade gleaming with an eerie light. The immense soul power of level ninety-five exploded out like a raging storm, and nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet, the two yellow, two purple, and five black halos enveloping the entire Soul Arena in a chilling pressure, the surrounding air seemingly compressed and distorted by this power.

Mo Lingyun gritted her teeth, her ten-thousand-year-old soul fire surging violently, the scorching sun transforming into a crimson beam that coiled around her arm. The Ninth Elder launched the first attack, his soft sword slicing through the air like a serpent, leaving a dark spatial rift in its wake. Mo Lingyun swiftly dodged to the side, a phantom of a fire phoenix appearing behind her. With a flap of its wings, the scorching flames and the icy sword energy collided violently, the resulting shockwave causing the protective barrier at the edge of the arena to tremble violently.

The Ninth Elder's attacks grew increasingly fierce. He activated his second soul skill, "Netherworld Lock," unleashing countless black threads from his soft sword, trapping Mo Lingyun in the center like a spiderweb. A resolute glint flashed in the girl's eyes as she manipulated her phantom spirit beast to charge forward with all her might. Her ten-thousand-year-old soul fire intertwined with the black threads, bursting forth with dazzling sparks. Meanwhile, the Ninth Elder calmly changed his moves, his five black soul rings flashing alternately, each strike carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

In the stands, everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the battle on the arena. No one had expected that a level 45 Soul Master could fight a level 95 Super Douluo to a standstill.

This mismatch between two seemingly mismatched opponents is developing in a direction that no one expected.

Little did they know that the Ninth Elder was deliberately letting them win.

"Good! It truly lives up to its reputation as a 100,000-year-old soul ring. Now I'll get serious."

He said it on purpose.

He hatched a plan: to catch the girl off guard, he would feign an accident and severely injure her, rendering her unable to care for herself in the future.

Black mist surged around him.

He formed hand seals, his soft sword drawing a strange arc in the air, and shouted: "Seventh Soul Skill - Netherworld Soul Severing Slash!"

Mo Lingyun's pupils constricted sharply, and the scorching sun transformed into a crimson light shield in front of her. However, the moment the slash touched the shield, it split into countless tiny black rays, piercing through the defense like venomous snakes. The girl hastily activated her Fire Crane True Form, only to find that the flames rapidly dimmed under the erosion of the black rays. The Ninth Elder's lips curled into a sinister smile as he secretly channeled his soul power, mixing a unique dark attribute shockwave into the slash, specifically designed to destroy a Soul Master's meridians.

Just as the Netherworld Slash, imbued with the power to sever souls, was about to strike Mo Lingyun's shoulder, the girl tightly closed her eyes, her pale face filled with despair. At this critical moment—

boom----! !

A streak of azure flame, as blue as the sky, crashed down from the heavens, like a divine judgment. Wherever the blue flame passed, the air crackled and exploded, and the Xuan iron ground of the Soul Arena rapidly melted under the intense heat. The Ninth Elder's pupils constricted; the black mist surrounding him was instantly incinerated upon contact with the blue flame, and his prized soft sword groaned in pain under the weight.

"Ah!!" The Ninth Elder screamed as he rolled around in the blue flames. His level 95 soul power surged wildly, but he was still unable to dispel the eerie flames. His robes instantly turned to ashes, his skin turned charred black from the scorching heat, and even his five black soul rings, which he was so proud of, trembled violently under the erosion of the blue flames.

A level 95 Super Douluo was rendered unable to take care of himself by a single move?
The stands erupted in chaos, filled with gasps of surprise and the sounds of tables and chairs being overturned.

Some people jumped onto stone benches and stood on tiptoe to peer inside, while others activated their soul-guided detection devices. A dense sea of ​​eyes swept across the entire area like searchlights. The Starfall Pavilion's astrological compass spun wildly, and the elders of the Blood Fiend Hall gripped their bone blades tightly. Everyone was searching for that mysterious figure who dared to confront a Super Douluo head-on.

until--

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the void, and a flash of dark blue exploded on everyone's retinas.

Surrounded by leaping blue flames, Feng Yang, with his clothes fluttering in the wind, slowly floated down onto the arena in an almost miraculous manner without relying on any flight soul skills.

(End of this chapter)