Douluo Continent: After their charm was maxed out, they became simps.

Chapter 94 This kid is terrifying

At the same time, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and others were also in a precarious situation.

They dared not be negligent in the face of the many experts sent by the Spirit Hall.

Despite being outnumbered, they relied on their tacit cooperation and their unique martial spirits to fight individually.

Tang San's figure shot off like an arrow, hurtling towards the direction of the Papal Palace.

Now he had only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he had to get to Young Master Xia's side as soon as possible.

Tang San's wrists moved nimbly, and all sorts of hidden weapons poured down like a torrential rain, densely covering his path.

Every hidden weapon struck its target with pinpoint accuracy, hitting any enemy who dared to stand in his way.

"Daddy!" Xiao Wu also ran desperately towards the direction of the Papal Palace.

She wanted to protect her father and prevent him from getting hurt in any way.

Meanwhile, inside the Papal Palace.

As the smoke from the previous battle gradually dissipated, Xia Bai appeared before him.

The air wall, originally indestructible, was now torn open by Golden Crocodile Douluo's powerful attack, just like a breach being smashed into a sturdy city wall by a battering ram.

The Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Xia Bai with the cold-blooded gaze of a cheetah before it hunts, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, looks like your turtle shell isn't all that great!"

"Eighth Soul Skill".

"Golden Might Break!"

Suddenly, the phantom of the Golden Crocodile King behind Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, its sound like the earth shaking, shaking one's soul.

Then, it stomped the ground hard, and the entire Papal Palace seemed to tremble.

With the release of this force, an unprecedented shockwave instantly formed, crashing into Xia Bai's last line of defense—the air wall—with overwhelming force.

With a loud crash like shattering glass, the air wall that had been considered indestructible finally broke down in the face of this unparalleled force.

Xia Bai's defensive soul skill completely collapsed, leaving him exposed to face the Golden Crocodile Douluo's next attack.

In that instant, the atmosphere in the entire Papal Palace froze, and everyone's eyes were focused on Xia Bai.

"Hmph! Kid, without this tortoise shell, let's see how you block our attacks."

The voice of the Thousand-Pound Douluo was like rolling thunder, echoing in the dome of the Papal Palace, making people's hearts beat faster involuntarily.

His eyes burned with fury, as if he wanted to incinerate everything in front of him.

"Eighth Soul Skill".

"A desperate gamble!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Panlong Staff in Qianjun Douluo's hand seemed to be given life, transforming into a silver-white lightning bolt that shot towards Xia Bai's location with astonishing speed and power.

This strike gathered all of Thousand-Jun Douluo's soul power, and its power was enough to cause mountains to collapse and rivers to change course, demonstrating his determination and confidence.

However, Xia Bai's lips curled up slightly, revealing a calm smile.

"Sword Control Technique!" Xia Bai's voice was clear and melodious, like the babbling of a stream in a valley.

Suddenly, a flying sword gleaming with a deep blue light appeared beneath his feet, like an elegant and mysterious sprite dancing in the moonlight.

Xia Bai's figure flashed, as if he had merged into the embrace of the wind, easily controlling his flying sword and gracefully rising into the air, perfectly avoiding the attack of the Thousand-Pound Douluo that was capable of destroying everything.

With a deafening roar, even the magnificent Papal Palace could not withstand the power of the Thousand-Pound Douluo's throw, and was mercilessly torn open with a huge gap, dust flying and stone chips flying everywhere.

Amidst the chaos, Xia Bai found an opportunity to escape. He rode his flying sword, like a shooting star streaking across the night, traversing the ruins and flying out of the Papal Palace's perimeter into an open space.

"Young Master Xia!" Tang San and the others were relieved to see this.

They gazed at Xia Bai, who stood in mid-air, riding a flying sword, their eyes gleaming with barely suppressed concern and delight.

"How is this possible? He's still alive!"

Ghost Douluo's gaze turned unusually gloomy; he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Even the Second Elder of the Spirit Hall has made a move, and they still haven't been able to take him down!" Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at that dashing figure, his tone filled with deep shock and resentment.

I never expected Young Master Xia to be this strong, that even a powerful figure like the Second Elder couldn't quickly subdue him.

Xia Bai looked down at Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others, smiled, and waved to show that he was not injured at all and they didn't need to worry.

"Divine Phoenix Holy Sword!" A passionate shout pierced the sky.

A flying sword radiating a dazzling golden-blue luster streaked across the sky like a shooting star chasing the moon, heading straight for Xia Bai.

Upon witnessing this scene, Tang San's heart tightened, and his worry was palpable.

"Young Master Xia! Be careful!" Tang San shouted to Xia Bai immediately.

Xia Bai glanced at the increasingly approaching attack, gently raised his right hand, and drew a single finger.

An invisible ripple seemed to emanate from the fingertips in the air.

In an instant, a dazzling golden flying sword appeared out of thin air, stepping out to meet the fierce and imposing flying sword.

"bite………"

The moment the two flying swords met, a crisp and melodious metallic clang echoed through the air.

It is like the sound of a warrior's sword on an ancient battlefield, or the harmonious resonance of a zither amidst mountains and flowing water, a sight to behold.

At this moment, all the noise and clamor seemed to stand still, leaving only the pure notes lingering in one's ears, making one feel as if they were in another world.

A blinding light erupted where the two swords clashed.

The golden-blue and golden radiance intertwined, like two stars colliding fiercely in the universe, releasing unparalleled energy.

The surrounding space seemed to be affected as well, showing a slight distortion, highlighting the immense power generated by the clash between the two flying swords.

"So...so strong!"

The powerful impact caused Tang San and the others below to raise their hands to protect themselves.

The residual effects of a battle between the strong are something the weak can withstand.

"Get away from here quickly."

Dugu Bo waved his hand and quickly led Tang San and the others away from the battle zone.

"Damn it! Why am I so weak! Why can't I help Young Master Xia!"

Tang San looked up at Xia Bai's fighting figure, his eyes filled with resentment, yet also with helplessness.

"Boy, your strength is truly terrifying." Qingluan Douluo looked at Xia Bai opposite him, his eyes filled with shock.

He didn't expect that Xia Bai, who had been fighting with Golden Crocodile Douluo for so long, would not be tired at all, and would even easily catch his sneak attack.

Such strength cannot be described as merely terrifying.

This guy is absolutely insane!

Especially when Qingluan Douluo learned that Xia Bai was only 16 years old, yet possessed such terrifying strength.

(End of this chapter)