Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 312 Master and Disciple Meet
The enormous vertical pupils of the Dark Holy Dragon that Long Xiaoyao had transformed into suddenly contracted, and the intense sense of deadly danger made him dare not be negligent in the slightest.

The enormous dragon's mouth suddenly opened, and the dark energy in the surrounding world seemed to be attracted by a black hole, frantically converging, compressing, and rotating into its mouth.

Finally, a jet-black sphere of dark energy, seemingly capable of devouring all light and hope, took shape in his throat.

It resembles a miniature black hole, radiating a chilling gravitational pull, causing the surrounding space to violently distort and collapse due to its presence.

Just as Karna hurled the flaming spear imbued with the power of a star—

"hold head high!!!"

Long Xiaoyao let out a deafening dragon roar, and the extremely concentrated dark energy sphere suddenly erupted, transforming into a pure black pillar of destruction with a diameter of over a hundred meters. It tore through the sky, and everything in its path withered, fiercely meeting the falling sun spear.

However, that's not all.

At the very instant the pure black beam of light erupted, an extremely abrupt, blood-red beam of light, exuding an intensely nauseatingly pungent stench of blood, suddenly shot out from beneath the massive body of the Dark Holy Dragon.

It was insidious and fierce, appearing without warning, even tearing through space, and intertwining and merging with Long Xiaoyao's black pillar of light with perfect precision.

A destructive torrent, black and red in color and entangled with extreme darkness and filth, suddenly increased in power and crashed towards Karna.

"Light of Death!"

Ye Xishui's cold and solemn voice rang out.

She hovered in mid-air, behind her the eerie and terrifying level 10 soul tool—the Death God Tower—was operating wildly. The tower body lit up with a dark and eerie green light, and countless twisted, painful, and wailing vengeful souls surged out of the tower like a tide, emitting shrill screams that could tear the soul apart.

Without hesitation, she burned the immense power of her vengeful spirit accumulated over decades, pouring it all into and condensing it into this blood-red beam of light, representing death and end. Following closely behind Long Xiaoyao's attack, she vowed to drag the son of the sun into the abyss of death.

The jet-black dragon breath and the scarlet death ray, two attacks representing the pinnacle of power in this world, merged together. Wherever they passed, space shattered like fragile glass, revealing the chaotic void behind them.

The spear of the sun, like a meteor falling on Judgment Day, swooped down with an absolute momentum that could incinerate everything.

"boom--!!!!!!!"

At the moment when the three finally collided—

Time seemed to have come to a standstill.

Then, endless light and heat engulfed everything, and the field of vision was completely covered by pure white and blazing gold. The entire palace area, and even more distant places, were instantly submerged by this extreme light.

Instead of the expected deafening explosion, there was an eerie, suffocating silence—all sounds were completely swallowed and annihilated by the extremely violent energy at the core of the collision.

Then--

The terrifying shockwave, powerful enough to tear the earth apart, awakened like a sleeping, world-destroying behemoth, spreading wildly in all directions in a perfect ring from the point of impact.

Rocks, steel, soul-guided metals, surviving buildings... everything tangible in the world lost its meaning in the face of this energy surge, melting, decomposing, and ultimately vaporizing.

Space was completely torn open with hideous black rifts, and matter was reduced to its most primitive particles in the energy storm.

The entire palace area seemed to have been completely wiped off the earth, replaced by a violent newborn sun rising from the ground.

Even the clouds high in the sky were instantly ignited by this terrifying heat, turning into a boundless, raging sea of ​​fire, making the entire sky of Mingdu look like the end of the world.

Today's Mingdu is destined to be remembered amidst disaster and destruction.

From the twilight-colored towering sword pillar to the star-screaming pulse rays that tore through the sky, and now to Karna's all-out collision with two of the continent's peak Limit Douluo... every impact was a terrifying force capable of completely erasing the entire magnificent capital from the map.

It is foreseeable that when this brutal melee, which has swept across various forces and countless powerful individuals, finally comes to an end, the Ming capital, which once symbolized the glory and prosperity of the Sun and Moon Empire, will cease to exist.

Whether it's the magnificent palaces, the bustling streets, or the buildings that bear countless historical and cultural significance... all will be reduced to pale ruins covered by rolling lava and scorched earth in this series of devastating impacts, silently telling the story of the cruelty and tragedy of this war.

"not good!!"

Several kilometers away, Kong Deming suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the palace, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

He had already sensed the unusually intense and unsettling energy fluctuations emanating from the palace area, knowing that a powerful enemy was attacking the core of the palace.

However, he was not too worried—Xu Tianran was protected by Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui, two Limit Douluo who stood at the pinnacle of the continent, so he was practically invincible.

After all, even Kong Deming himself wasn't entirely confident that he could kill the cunning regent with the combined efforts of Long and Ye.

But at this moment, the sudden burst of light and heat, sweeping in like a tsunami, was far beyond his expectations. Even from such a great distance, he could clearly feel the burning pain on his skin, as if it were about to be set ablaze.

The attackers... are no ordinary strongmen!
That was an extraordinary existence that could truly threaten Xu Tianran's life and even make Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui feel troubled.

Without any hesitation, a glint flashed in Kong Deming's eyes, and he made a decision in an instant.

The silver moon divine light shield surrounding him, symbolizing the pinnacle of the Sun Moon Empire's highest soul guidance technology, suddenly erupted with unprecedented brilliance. Streaks of silver light flowed wildly like living things, forcibly tearing apart the stable space in front of him, forming a constantly twisting and buzzing spatial rift.

Without even glancing back at the battlefield behind him, he leaped into the dangerous spatial rift without hesitation. His figure was instantly swallowed by the silver light and disappeared from the spot. He then rushed towards the core area of ​​the palace at top speed.

Now that he has made his choice and placed his bet on Xu Tianran, he must not allow the regent to die easily before the final outcome is revealed.

Xu Tianran's life or death is directly related to his future plans and the stability of the empire.

"Hey...you're just running away like that? That's so boring!"

D'Artagnan scratched his short orange hair in frustration, watching the spatial rift that quickly healed and eventually disappeared without a trace, and pouted with a rather bored expression.

However, he had no interest in getting involved in the mess in the palace—to him, protecting a scheming regent he didn't know was far less important than finding an evenly matched opponent to have a good fight.

Just then, a clear and steady sound of footsteps came from not far behind.

D'Artagnan instinctively turned his head to look.

When his gaze caught sight of that familiar figure slowly approaching, all the gloom and lethargy on his face were replaced by an extreme ecstasy in a fraction of a second.

His icy blue eyes suddenly shone with an astonishing brightness, as if stars were exploding within them.

"Master, it's actually you?! This is truly... an unexpected and overwhelming joy!"

He practically leaped forward, taking a few quick steps, excitedly cracking his knuckles. An invisible surge of fighting spirit and lightning began to emanate from his body, and his eyes burned with a long-suppressed, almost tangible, raging flame.

"I've finally seen you again. I haven't slacked off at all these years, and I've become strong enough—strong enough that this time, I'll definitely make you... have to use your hands."

The joy of reunion may have occupied only a small part of his emotions; more so, it was the excitement and competitiveness of having suppressed for too long, the desire to once again fully engage with his mentor.

He longed to prove his growth and to gain the approval of this strongest mentor, and the only way to gain that approval was through battle.

"teacher……?"

Bai Xiuxiu stood quietly half a step behind Si Keke, looking at the unfamiliar young man in front of her whose emotions had suddenly surged and whose fighting spirit was as surging as the sea, and blinked her big blue eyes in confusion.

Skirk had never mentioned to her that he had other disciples, let alone someone who looked like a complete battle maniac.

"Ah."

Skirk's expression remained calm and indifferent, as if the extremely excited D'Artagnan was no different from a roadside stone.

Her slender fingertips casually gathered a chilling aura, which instantly condensed into an incomparably translucent and piercingly sharp ice longsword.

She knew her disciple's character all too well; the moment he opened his mouth, the words "want to fight" were clearly written on his face.

“He is one of my disciples from my early years, Dadalia. According to the order, you should call him senior brother.”

"So it's my junior sister?"

D'Artagnan then turned her gaze to Bai Xiuxiu behind Skykirk, a brief look of surprise flashing in her eyes—she never expected that her master, who always kept to himself, would take in another disciple in this other world.

But this surprise was instantly overwhelmed by an even stronger surge of fighting spirit. He casually waved his hand, his tone carrying a sense of entitlement and almost arrogant dominance.

"Junior sister, you should step back a bit and watch the show from a distance. If my master and I start fighting and you get hurt by accident, that would be such a spoilsport."

Skirk didn't waste any more words.

She simply raised the ice sword in her hand, which seemed capable of freezing the soul, its long, cold tip pointing steadily at Dadalia's heart.

With just this one movement, an extremely cold sword aura spread out, causing the temperature within a radius of tens of meters to drop sharply, and a thick layer of white frost to instantly condense on the ground.

Even the moisture in the air was frozen, turning into snowflakes that danced in the air.

(End of this chapter)