Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 223 Old Deng, are you tall enough?

Su Wuyan couldn't help but glance at Su Qiu: "What happened?"

For some reason, his first reaction was that his good nephew should know something.

"I don't know?" Su Qiu scratched his head, sensing the enormous energy of the two colliding forces.

One of them was Yun Ming, whom he had seen fight before.

The other energy was unclear; he had never encountered it before. However, he sensed that it contained the power of the ocean.

The only ones who are connected to the sea and can fight so fiercely with Yun Ming are either the Demon Emperor or Chen Xinjie.

But we just locked onto the Demon Emperor, and she's not in this direction, so that leaves only Chen Xinjie.

"Perhaps after Gu Yue told Shrek Academy the news, Yun Ming couldn't help but go and expose it to the Federation?"

Su Qiu shook his head: "We'll find out when we go take a look. The 'tool' is gone, so it's just the two of us who have to deal with this evil spirit master."

Let's finish this quickly.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuyan didn't ask any more questions. He simply adjusted his posture and turned his gaze back to the terrified evil spirit master below, who was trying to escape while Leng Yaozhu was gone.

"Hmph, trying to escape?" Su Qiu curled her lip. "Old Deng, let him see our exhilarating combo!"

Although Su Wuyan was used to Su Qiu's sometimes inexplicable words, he still couldn't help but ask, "What combination technique?"

Su Qiu smiled mysteriously, "Old Deng, are you taller than me?"

Su Wuyan: "?"

He looked at Su Qiu with a complicated expression: "Xiao Qiu, I think you should find a wife."

"hey-hey."

Before the other party could react, Su Qiu reached out and placed his hand on his back, and a continuous stream of light flowed into his body. At the same time, he explained, "I was just thinking that the moonlight at night is too low, which has a great impact on your Heavenly Strike."

"A Soul Master with the Ultimate Ice attribute can amplify an ordinary Ice-attribute Soul Master to the extreme."

"Then where is my light?"

"Not to mention, my current light attribute, even at its peak, is not enough to describe it."

Su Qiu's palm was firmly placed on Su Wuyan's back, and the inexhaustible power of light, like a river bursting its banks, surged and precisely poured into Su Wuyan's meridians.

At first, it was a warm current that gently washed over Su Wuyan's own soul power circuits.

Su Wuyan could clearly feel that his relatively ordinary light attribute soul power seemed so insignificant in the face of this vast, pure power that seemed to contain infinite vitality and pure light.

Then, a change occurred.

Su Qiu's light did not brutally replace or cover it, but rather acted like a top-tier catalyst and amplifier, igniting and reconstructing Su Wuyan's own light-attribute essence with astonishing efficiency.

"Oh my gosh!" Su Wuyan felt better than ever before!

Om-!
Then, Su Wuyan's previously restrained aura suddenly changed.

His hands trembled slightly, not from discomfort, but from an almost uncontrollable instinctive reaction caused by the rapid increase in strength.

It could also be that it was too enjoyable.
He looked down at his hands, and beneath his skin, a warm, jade-like light emanated, containing terrifying energy; even the lines on his palms seemed to be clearly outlined by the light.

With a thought, a point of light appeared in the palm of the hand, and then expanded wildly and uncontrollably.

Su Wuyan felt as if he were holding a small sun, the surging power of light almost bursting through his control.

His inherent light attribute was forcibly elevated to a level he had never imagined.

"I need to vent quickly." Su Wuyan looked at the fleeing evil spirit master, who seemed incredibly insignificant in his current perception.

"Old Deng, you've been enhanced! Go for it! Shoot him to death!" Su Qiu's voice rang out from behind, "Shoot his ass in!"

"Sky Strike!"

The small sun in Su Wuyan's palm throbbed wildly, and he suddenly unleashed it, forming a beam of light.

The warm golden light surged with a sharpness that could tear everything apart, forcibly pushing back the surrounding night and creating a bright, daylight-like field of light.

"Ugh!" The evil soul master had just spread his blood-red bat wings and darted thousands of meters away when he felt a world-destroying pressure coming from behind him. When he turned around, his pupils were instantly filled with golden light.

He was horrified, his ninth spirit ring lit up wildly, and his blood-red bat wings snapped shut.

The viscous blood light condensed into a thick shield, but the moment Su Wuyan raised his hand, it was struck head-on by the beam of light.

There was no earth-shattering collision, only the sizzling sound of melting.

The blood-red light instantly dissolved and disintegrated.

In the horrified gaze of the evil soul master, the beam of light pierced through him, even punching a smooth hole in his three-word battle armor, and his blood-red bat wings instantly turned to ashes.

He didn't even feel the intense pain; he only felt his soul enveloped by an extremely pure light, which instantly vanished.

His body froze in mid-air, the terror in his eyes solidified, and then he crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, turning into a charred corpse upon landing, and then into ashes.

The beam of light did not dissipate after blasting the evil spirit master; it continued forward.

A trail was left in the sky above Tiandou City, which lingered for a long time.

Su Wuyan slowly withdrew his palm, the golden light around him gradually receding, and a glint of excitement lingered in his eyes. He took a deep breath, his tone filled with undisguised exhilaration: "This power has never been seen before."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Su Qiu patted his shoulder, smiling smugly. "Wasn't that amazing?"

Su Wuyan wasn't annoyed and affirmed, "It's even better than that!"

On the other side, when Leng Yaozhu arrived, the sight before her made her gasp.

The earth seemed to be repeatedly kneaded and torn by an invisible giant hand.

The original mountain ranges in this area have all been leveled.

It even left behind jagged, bottomless ravines. The air was filled with turbulent, still-raging soul energy, as well as two completely different yet equally powerful pressures that made her soul tremble.

Moreover, the aftershocks have already subsided considerably, after all, this is a battle between quasi-gods!

If Leng Yaozhu, a level 98 four-word battle armor master, had been there when the collision happened, she would have died on the spot.

In mid-air, two figures faced each other from afar.

On the left, Chen Xinjie, the Lord of the Temple of War, was wearing a sea-blue battle armor, his hair flying wildly in the raging energy turbulence.

It was as if invisible waves were surging around him, and the phantom of the boundless sea appeared and disappeared behind him, with each rise and fall of the waves causing the surrounding space to tremble.

His eyes, however, were sharp as knives, fixed on the figure opposite him. In his gaze, besides fighting spirit, there was also a hint of disbelief and anger.

"Yun Ming, how dare you!"

The person on the right was none other than the Sky-Supporting Douluo Yun Ming. The Sky-Supporting Divine Spear in his hand was pointed diagonally at the ground, without a trace of light, like a black hole that devoured everything, even silently blocking Chen Xinjie's surging, boundless power when it approached.

Yun Ming's expression was calm, even more profound and peaceful than Leng Yaozhu remembered.

(End of this chapter)