Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 261 Feng Yang is a god!
Feng Yang's appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples in the Soul Arena and shocking everyone present. The once imposing and powerful level 95 Super Douluo Ninth Elder was utterly helpless before the blue flames he controlled, struggling painfully in the flames and letting out screams.

At this moment, the Ninth Elder's robes were tattered from the blue flames, his hair was singed, and his once cold and dignified face was now blackened, filled with terror and disbelief. Feng Yang, on the other hand, stood there calmly, his body swaying gently in the blue flames, exuding a powerful aura that sent chills down one's spine.

In particular, he still looked so young, his handsome face radiating determination and coldness, his silver hair shimmering with an eerie luster under the blue flames. The crowd in the stands gasped in surprise, and a chorus of voices rose and fell like a tide.

"Who is he?"

"Why is it so strong?"

"His strength is probably beyond that of a level 99 Limit Douluo?"

A cacophony of speculations and gasps filled the air, all eyes fixed intently on Feng Yang, as if trying to see right through him. The elders of various sects frowned, their eyes filled with both shock and wariness.

Mo Lingyun stared intently at Feng Yang, her eyes shining brightly. An indescribable emotion welled up within her—gratitude, admiration, and a strange flutter in her heart. Just moments before, she had been in dire straits, and Feng Yang had appeared like a divine intervention, saving her life. Looking at Feng Yang's powerful yet reliable figure, Mo Lingyun's heart stirred, and her curiosity and affection for him grew even stronger.

However, before Feng Yang could express his concern to Mo Lingyun, the Star Crown Pavilion Master suddenly leaped up from his high position in the spectator stands, his golden soul power surging around him, like an enraged lion jumping out to accuse him.

"Who are you? How dare you injure an elder of the Divine Spirit Pavilion?" His voice boomed like a bell, carrying the majesty and anger of a superior. His eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on Feng Yang, attempting to suppress him with his imposing aura.

Feng Yang remained calm, only slightly narrowing his eyes, a hint of disdain flashing in his deep, dark eyes. He slowly scanned the area, his body surrounded by flickering blue flames, as if gathering some kind of power.

"Your Divine Spirit Pavilion, such a large sect, actually did such a despicable thing. First, you drove all the soul beasts in the world into madness, thus plunging all the sects into endless battles and weakening them. Then, you tried to severely injure Mo Lingyun in an unexpected way, preventing her from reviving the Imperial Spirit Sect." Feng Yang's voice was calm and powerful, each word hitting everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

These words immediately caused an uproar. The atmosphere, already heated due to the battle between Feng Yang and the Ninth Elder, was now ignited to its peak.

"The world's soul beasts have gone mad, and it was the Divine Spirit Pavilion who did it?" Someone stared wide-eyed, their face full of disbelief, as if they had heard a fairy tale.

"No way?" Others shook their heads, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

"This is terrifying!" Exclamations rose and fell, and everyone's emotions were completely stirred up.

"If it's true, then this Divine Spirit Pavilion is even more evil than a cult!" a sect disciple roared indignantly, his fists clenched tightly.

“Elder Ninth’s attack just now was indeed enough to severely injure Mo Lingyun. I feel it was intentional,” an experienced elder said slowly, frowning.

“That’s right, if this young master, whose cultivation level is completely unfathomable, were to step forward and save us.”

"Mo Lingyun will probably be unable to take care of herself in the future."

"That's right, there's no way to wash it."

"After all, how could a level 95 Super Douluo not be able to control his own power? Couldn't he sense how much strength Mo Lingyun possessed?" The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their eyes filled with doubt and dissatisfaction towards the Divine Spirit Pavilion. Meanwhile, the Star Crown Pavilion Master's expression grew increasingly grim. He never expected Feng Yang to reveal these secrets to the public, and a sense of foreboding washed over him, as if a massive crisis was sweeping towards the Divine Spirit Pavilion.

Upon hearing this, Xing Mian, the Pavilion Master of the Divine Spirit Pavilion, paled instantly! His once rosy face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He had no idea how this mysterious Feng Yang had learned these secrets, and he felt a sense of impending doom. If these truths were proven, wouldn't all the sects on the continent become enemies of the Divine Spirit Pavilion? The status and power that the Divine Spirit Pavilion had painstakingly built up over the years would surely crumble.

Immediately, he became enraged, pointing his finger directly at the enemy, his eyes widening like copper bells, almost spitting fire.

"Boy!! How dare you spread such rumors about our Divine Spirit Pavilion! Today! Our Divine Spirit Pavilion will not forgive you!!" His voice was sharp and full of anger, with a hint of desperate resolve.

Having said that, nine spirit rings encircled his entire body, their light dazzling and captivating. Among them, the ninth ring was a rare red 100,000-year spirit ring, radiating a terrifying pressure that distorted the surrounding air. He roared out, his voice resounding throughout the entire arena like a booming bell.

"All Title Douluos of the Divine Spirit Pavilion, heed my command!"

The next second, the void rippled, and all 23 Title Douluos of the Divine Spirit Pavilion appeared in mid-air. They wore matching black robes, radiating powerful soul energy, surrounding Feng Yang like a dark cloud. Each Title Douluo's eyes were icy cold, filled with killing intent; it seemed that at the Star Crown Pavilion Master's command, they would not hesitate to attack and tear Feng Yang to pieces. Mo Lingyun, watching Feng Yang surrounded, felt a surge of worry and tension, but also immense confidence in him. She believed he would find a way to handle this crisis.

after all!

Feng Yang is a deity!
The disciples from various sects around held their breath, not daring to utter a sound, watching this scene with tense anticipation, as if time itself had frozen. Their gazes shifted back and forth between Feng Yang and the numerous Title Douluos from the Divine Spirit Pavilion, their hearts filled with anticipation and fear, wondering what earth-shattering event would unfold next.

Despite the overwhelming pressure, Feng Yang remained calm. Blue flames flickered around him, their eerie light shimmering in the sunlight, seemingly mocking these so-called threats. He slowly surveyed the surrounding Title Douluos, his eyes showing no fear, only a detached indifference that seemed to understand everything.

"I still vividly remember the day I slaughtered fifty Title Douluos in one go." Feng Yang's voice was not loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, as if it had a kind of magic, making people's hearts tremble.

Whoosh!

Everyone present gasped in astonishment. They never imagined the young man before them would be so arrogant. Slaughter fifty Title Douluos in one go? What a joke! This wasn't how you show off! It was utterly unbelievable, a complete fantasy.

"Heh~" Xingmian laughed out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke. His eyes were full of disdain and mockery. "Boy! You are really arrogant! Today! I, the Pavilion Master, will see what you will use to slaughter!" After saying that, he slightly raised his hand, signaling the titled Douluo around him to prepare for attack. A great battle seemed to be about to break out.

Feng Yang, however, smiled slightly, revealing a mysterious expression. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, the majesty and domineering aura of a god. He remained silent, standing there quietly, the blue flames around him growing ever stronger, as if accumulating boundless power, waiting for the moment to erupt.

"kill----!!"

Xingmian roared, his voice hoarse, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and resentment in his heart. His eyes flashed with a mad light, completely disregarding the shock and discussion of the crowd present.

In that instant, all 23 Title Douluo unleashed their extraordinary soul skills. A dazzling array of lights flashed, and soul power surged forth. Some transformed into gigantic sword beams, some coalesced into roaring beast shadows, and others materialized into terrifying lightning, shaking the entire world. These terrifying attacks slammed fiercely towards Feng Yang, tearing apart the air and emitting piercing shrieks wherever they passed.

Just when everyone thought Feng Yang was about to be blasted into pieces, blue flames surged around him, rapidly condensing into a circular barrier that completely enveloped him and Mo Lingyun. The blue flames were like a deep lake, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

All the extraordinary soul skills struck the blue flame shield wall like pebbles, barely creating ripples. Those powerful attacks seemed to vanish into thin air, easily swallowed and neutralized by the blue flames. Protected by the blue flames, Feng Yang and Mo Lingyun remained unharmed, as if in another world.

Everyone was shocked! Their eyes widened, their mouths agape, almost big enough to fit an egg. Those who had previously scoffed at Feng Yang's words now seemed forced to believe that the person before them truly possessed the strength to slaughter 50 Title Douluos in one fell swoop.

Star Crown's face was filled with shock and fear. His body trembled slightly, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He never expected that his meticulously planned attack would be so easily defeated. The other Title Douluos also looked horrified, and their attacks involuntarily stopped. They stared at the ball of blue flame, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside them, as if they were facing not a person, but an insurmountable mountain, an invincible god.

"My turn," Feng Yang's voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping everyone's throats. Countless people in the stands instinctively tightened their legs, the sound of them swallowing clearly audible. Xing Mian's pupils constricted sharply; his previous arrogance was instantly extinguished by fear, and the soul power fluctuations around the 23 Title Douluos began to tremble violently.

In the next instant, the entire sky was swallowed by the azure blue. "Blue Flame City!" With a soft shout, a ten-mile radius transformed into a burning cage, and a wall of flames formed from pure divine power crashed down. Mysterious runes flowed across the surface of the flames, and wherever they passed, space crumbled inch by inch, even the air itself twisted into bizarre vortexes under the intense heat.

"No—!" The Seventh Elder was the first to collapse. His Ice Phoenix Martial Soul instantly vaporized in the blue flames, his shrill screams mingling with the cracking sounds of bones shattering. He desperately swung his bone staff, trying to erect a protective shield, but the blue flames, like living things, seeped into the gaps, burning away his protective soul power layer by layer. The moment the flames touched his skin, this veteran Title Douluo couldn't even maintain his complete human form, turning into a cloud of charred ashes that drifted away in the wind.

With a roar, Xingmian unleashed his ninth spirit ring, emitting a blinding red light, and activated his trump card, the "Divine Domain." However, the moment the blue flame wall touched the domain, it shattered like glass. He watched in horror as his prized domain was torn apart like paper, the light of his 100,000-year spirit ring dimming like a candle flame within the blue flames. The blue flame dragon unleashed from Feng Yang's palm pierced through his left shoulder, the scalding divine power instantly melting his right arm. Blood congealed into crimson ice crystals in the air, only to be instantly evaporated by the flames.

Twenty-three figures frantically fled within the fiery cage. The Twelfth Elder's metallic martial soul melted into molten iron under the intense heat, flowing into his body through his pores; the ancient demonic wolf phantom summoned by the Fifth Elder was instantly reduced to dust by the blue flames as soon as it appeared; the Eighth Elder attempted to use spatial jump, only to find the entire space sealed by flames, and in despair, he was struck by the blue flame dragon's tail, his body crashing into the city wall like a kite with a broken string, instantly burned to ashes.

Screams, the explosions of soul power, and the cracking of bones intertwined to create a hellish symphony. In moments, more than half of the 23 Title Douluos were dead or wounded. The remaining powerhouses were covered in charred wounds, their protective soul power crumbling under the erosion of the blue flames. Star Mian, gazing at the figure standing in the center of the flames, finally realized the true nature of his provocation—this was a power no mortal could contend with, but a true divine punishment.

The blue flames surged like a tidal wave, completely forcing the remaining Title Douluos into a desperate situation. The Fourteenth Elder, his eyes wide with rage, unleashed his full power. His ninth soul skill, "Heavenly Meteor Divine Thunder," exploded with a deafening roar, unleashing countless purple lightning bolts. But the moment they touched the blue flames, they vanished without a trace, like mud sinking into the sea. Before he could even react, a blue flame dragon pierced through his chest like lightning. Lightning and flames raged within him, churning his internal organs to dust, leaving only a charred shell, collapsed amidst the flames.

The Third Elder's face was contorted with rage as he frantically activated his Martial Soul, unleashing dozens of dark flying swords that formed a sword array around him and thrust towards Feng Yang. However, the Blue Flame City Wall suddenly surged, transforming into countless tiny fire arrows that pierced through the sword array with lightning speed. The flying swords shattered, and the fire arrows then pierced the Third Elder's body. Each wound burned and spread relentlessly, and he roared in agony, his voice gradually weakening until he finally ceased struggling amidst the flames.

As Xingmian watched his companions fall one after another, the fear in his heart reached its peak. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with despair.

(End of this chapter)