Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Feeling the immense pressure from the Limit Douluo that was locking onto him, Jin Tianming showed no sign of panic. He calmly met Long Xiaoyao's gaze, his eyes as still as a deep pool, without a trace of fear.

It was this extraordinary composure that caused Long Xiaoyao's aura to falter slightly, and his sharp, hawk-like eyes stared intently at the young man before him.

"Boy, why aren't you afraid?" Long Xiaoyao's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of disbelief. "If I had used my full power to exert my pressure just now, you wouldn't have been able to escape even if you had wings."

“I’m not afraid, that’s all.” Jin Tianming said calmly, meeting Long Xiaoyao’s gaze directly without flinching. “Besides, someone of your stature wouldn’t do something so thoughtless as to attack a junior, would he?”

Upon hearing this answer, Long Xiaoyao fell silent. He stared intently at the young man before him, at the composure on the face of the Sun and Moon Team captain that was beyond his years, and for a moment, he was reminded of the Holy Sun Moon of yesteryear.

They share the same exceptional talent, the same calm and composed mindset, and the same... qualities that inspire both envy and jealousy.

Why are some people born to stand at the top of the pyramid, with their talents and character being impeccable?
Suppressing the complex emotions in his heart, Long Xiaoyao changed the subject and cut to the most crucial question: "The spatial element you used today should be the spatial authority of the Holy Sun Moon, right?"

“That’s right, senior.” Jin Tianming nodded frankly, without hiding anything.

Such things could not be hidden from the eyes of the older generation of powerful individuals. After all, the spatial power of the Holy Sun Moon was too unique, and that sense of control that transcended the rules of heaven and earth had long been deeply imprinted in the memories of their generation.

From the moment he gained spatial authority, Jin Tianming inherited a portion of Sheng Yangyue's memories.

He knew perfectly well how dazzling Sheng Yangyue was in that era—a true prodigy who surpassed all other geniuses and was the nightmare of countless powerful figures of the old era.

Long Xiaoyao and Mu En, in particular, must have felt the terror of Sheng Yangyue most acutely.

Unfortunately, Mu En has long since turned to dust, and now only this person remains, a devoted admirer who is obsessed with Ye Xishui his whole life.

"Where is Ye Xishui?" Long Xiaoyao's voice suddenly deepened, and even the air around him seemed to freeze.

He said he had already let go, but whenever Ye Xishui's name was mentioned, the string in his heart would still tighten uncontrollably. The obsession flowing in his blood had never truly dissipated.

“Senior Ye Xishui…” Upon hearing this, Jin Tianming showed no surprise whatsoever, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing a trivial matter, “She is dead.”

boom--!
These three words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Long Xiaoyao's mind!

The next second, the terrifying pressure belonging to the Limit Douluo swept out without reservation, instantly enveloping the entire hotel! The surrounding air hummed under the strain, the tables and chairs trembled violently, and even the space itself began to distort and crack, with fine black cracks spreading out like a spider web.

"What did you just say?!" Long Xiaoyao's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with overwhelming anger.

"She's dead," Jin Tianming repeated, his tone still calm.

"How did she die?!" The pressure emanating from Long Xiaoyao continued to rise wildly, and his once calm eyes became completely ferocious, with bloodshot veins in the depths of his eyes. His composure from before was completely gone.

The name Ye Xishui is his Achilles' heel, an obsession he can never let go of.

Faced with this relentless and overwhelming pressure, Jin Tianming's body slumped slightly as he felt some pressure, but he still straightened his back and calmly replied, "To offer my lord an opportunity to ascend to godhood."

"Damn!!"

As if a switch had been flipped, Long Xiaoyao burst into a deafening roar.

He roared like a madman, his eyes bloodshot, "I knew it! Sheng Yangyue is a madwoman! A madwoman who uses Xishui! Why won't she listen! Why..." At this moment, Long Xiaoyao completely lost his mind.

He suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and with a force that could tear through space, he viciously grabbed at Jin Tianming: "You die!!"

As Wen Yu said, the end of weakness is anger.

Long Xiaoyao's anger was more of a powerless rage—he couldn't even find the right person to avenge Ye Xishui, so he could only vent his anger on the young man in front of him.

Jin Tianming felt the terrifying suction force, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Okay, he should take back what he just said.

He activated his martial soul almost subconsciously, and dazzling golden scales instantly covered his entire body. His soul power surged wildly, preparing to activate spatial teleportation to escape.

How could Long Xiaoyao possibly give him that chance? The Limit Douluo's speed was at its limit, and that palm containing terrifying power was already within reach!
At the critical moment, a clear, cold female voice suddenly rang out in the room:
"A Limit Douluo attacking a junior? Your generation is really regressing."

"Who?!"

Long Xiaoyao abruptly stopped, turned around abruptly, and locked his sharp gaze on the source of the sound.

From the shadows of the room, a slender figure slowly emerged.

The woman wore a simple white dress, her skin was as white as snow, and her face was as beautiful as a goddess sculpted from ice and jade.

She was surrounded by a bone-chilling cold, not just ordinary low temperatures, but a coldness that originated from the depths of her soul. Wherever she passed, even the space itself condensed into a thin layer of ice crystals.

In Long Xiaoyao's eyes, this woman was like a deity who had emerged from an ancient glacier, exquisitely beautiful, yet carrying a chilling coldness and fear that made one's heart tremble.

That is humanity's most primal fear of extreme cold.

Having lived for hundreds of years and experienced countless bloody battles, Long Xiaoyao felt this bone-chilling cold for the first time.

Inside the Shrek Academy Hotel, Mo Yan stood by the window, looking towards the Sun and Moon Hotel, his tone tinged with distress: "After getting rid of two idiots, another one has popped up. It's really a headache."

I thought that with Xuanzi and Yan Shaozhe gone, the Shrek team would be rid of any idiots or bad teammates.

Unexpectedly, the two dumbest ones had just left when the most stupid one appeared—no wonder there are descendants like Yan Shaozhe, it's not surprising now.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Luo, who was injecting poison into his body, glanced curiously out the window and asked, "Lord Mo Yan, will you lend a hand?"

"Save? Why should I save them?" Mo Yan's face was full of indifference. "Some people just want to die, so let them die knowing why. Isn't that better?"

Whether Long Xiaoyao lives or dies today, Mo Yan is prepared to watch from the sidelines and see what happens.

I imagine the other guys think about the same thing.

...(End of chapter)