Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 193 A Resurgence of Majesty Without Anger: The Wonderful Use of the Spirit Realm and the Body Martial Soul at the Dance Party, A Frenzied Dance

"It's been years since I last saw you, but you've gotten even faster."

Shrek hurried away, and Feng Zaixing shook his head inwardly, wondering if it was necessary to be so afraid of him.

After all, Feng was not some kind of fierce demon, and he had no interest in organizing bloody parties.

"They've always been like this; they're unparalleled in their ability to run away," Ye Xinglan said with some resentment.

Feng Zaixing glanced at the swordswoman, whose love had turned to hatred, and said, "I heard that the Star Luo Empire intends to invite us to participate in their continent-wide Soul Master Competition."

Ye Xinglan's clear eyes flashed with light, and she nodded slightly.

"Alright everyone, the excitement's over, stop watching." Feng Zaixing looked at the crowd of onlookers, a smile playing on his lips as he waved his hand, but a seasoned, ruthless authority emanated from his eyes, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze.

Whether they were from the Sun and Moon Federation or the Star Luo Empire, everyone knew Feng Zaixing's methods and personality. Once he turned against them, the southern families would suffer bloodshed. He was a first-rate, peerless demon. They all scattered like birds and beasts, making way for him.

At one point during the reception, the head of the Star Luo delegation, his eyes gleaming, whispered to Tang Bingyao, the deputy head of the Federation delegation, "Your number one prodigy is truly imposing without even raising his voice, mature beyond his years."

Tang Bingyao pressed his temples and replied in a low voice, "Keep an eye on your people. Don't mess with him. This guy is the kind of person who would dare to storm Capitol Hill at the slightest provocation, and who would wipe out entire families if he was in a bad mood. You absolutely mustn't provoke him."

"Although he won't cause trouble without reason, once you provoke him, even the Heavenly King himself might not be safe. The strongest member of our delegation is naturally Emperor Sword Douluo. In terms of ferocity, even Emperor Sword Douluo has to give him some leeway."

The leader of the Star Luo delegation glanced at Feng Zaixing a few times, nodded, and said with some surprise, "I had heard about these things before, but I really didn't expect that someone who looks so handsome and otherworldly would do such things. He looks so harmless."

The lights converged, illuminating the exquisitely tailored fit of Feng Zaixing's suit, perfectly outlining his tall, powerful physique. His long, gray hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his smile was calm and approachable.

The shoulders are broad and strong, the waist is sharply cinched, and the swallowtail hem hangs down like a sharp blade cutting through the air. The fabric is like the finest black velvet, as deep as eternal night. The holy marks between the shoulder blades on the back shine, and silver threads and moonstone outline the silhouette of twelve huge wings.

On the left front of the hem of the dress, a powerful silver dragon spirals upwards; upon closer inspection, it is composed of flowing liquid silver lines and tiny blue-gray gemstones; as it moves, Feng Zaixing resembles a black holy monument covered with mysterious runes.

Beside her, Yu Xin's wine-red silk fishtail dress flowed with a dark, night-like luster, tightly hugging her graceful curves. Her red hair was tied low, her dark eyes were calm, and the cascading lights reflected off her snow-white skin. Her waist was neatly cinched, and the hem of her skirt was like solidified flames.

In contrast, Yuan Enhui's attire was much more conservative. She wore a dazzling crimson-purple long dress with a fitted neck, and her deep purple eyes revealed the composure of years of arduous training, yet they could not conceal her shapely breasts and breathtaking curves.

Na'er abandoned Gu Yue and ran out affectionately, squeezing out the third-generation junior nephew of the Body Sect as a junior uncle. She seemed to be saying something, and her black dress, which was completely opposite to Gu Yue's, was very similar in color to Feng Zaixing's clothes. Her feelings were not hidden.

Tang Bingyao glanced at Feng Zaixing's group and smiled bitterly. He said to the leader of the Xingluo delegation, "He is an extraordinary person. Before he became famous, people from Shrek Academy had their eyes on him, but he chose Mingdu."

"If he had wanted to be the number one prodigy at Shrek Academy, all the glory would have belonged to him, and Shrek Academy would never have ended up in this state today; sometimes I feel that he is out of step with this era."

As a neutral party, Tang Bingyao had a natural affinity for Shrek Academy, but the overwhelming force of the times did not allow his personal will to take effect. The FBI's domineering behavior was even unbearable for some hawks. Then, the Yu family and Feng Zaixing showed them with their actions that this was not the limit!

The Angel Family's involvement in the assassination threatened the Bureau of Investigation's position, warning Feng Zaixing, who had received a great debt of gratitude, to "behave himself." However, Feng Zaixing was extremely resolute and was willing to sacrifice half of his lifespan to repay the debt of gratitude. He destroyed the independent Southern Family and had few followers left to serve as his dogs.

Tang Bingyao couldn't understand why a prodigy would give up his 20,000 years of invincible glory and not get along with these old forces, but instead insist on causing a bloodbath and turning the world upside down? It was so undignified, and it ruined his own reputation.

If he had any sense of propriety, why would he have sacrificed a hundred years of his lifespan? If he had simply entered Shrek Academy to cultivate, what could the Federation do, no matter how unhappy they were? The Sky-Supporting Douluo and the Angel Family would have done everything in their power to protect him.

Even if the goal is to revive the former glory of the Spirit Hall, Shrek Academy would be the best choice; but what he is doing is clearly to destroy all the old forces, turning the blade inward and not even sparing his own people!

If things continue like this, Tang Bingyao suspects that after Feng Zaixing finishes the unification war, he will indiscriminately target all the families of the councilors. Does this person really want to wipe out all the old forces and truly let the people have democracy? That would be going against the entire upper echelons of the Federation!

He didn't understand, but he was powerless to do anything about it, because Feng Zaixing was associated with too many powerful figures, and his influence was too strong; the hidden families who were on the opposite side of him were either dead or had fled, and even those who had once supported him were finished.

However, at this moment, Feng Zaixing seemed to have softened his attitude. Na'er pulled him into the dance floor, her beautiful face captivating with every smile and gesture. She tried to teach her senior brother how to dance.

The girl's delicate toes stood out among the handsome men and beautiful women on the dance floor, guiding the young man to place his hand on her slender waist, and to the rhythm of the music, she began to walk with unparalleled grace.

Feng Zaixing unleashed his spiritual power, imprinting the steps and postures of numerous dancers into his mind. He processed them rapidly, gradually grasping their essence and innovating. He began to manipulate the strength of every tendon in his five fingers and every muscle in his wrist, and soon he was dancing with great skill and flair.

So-called professionalism is nothing more than this.

Na'er noticed that Feng Zaixing was distracted, and felt the force in her waist and hips fluctuating, causing her to bounce up and down. She was speechless and said resentfully, "Senior brother, is this how you use your Spirit Domain Realm spiritual power and physical martial soul?"

Didn't we agree that I would teach her? It's rare for her to put in the effort to learn.

"Sorry, but I suddenly realized that some people's dance moves can also be used as a battle rhythm. I got so engrossed in studying them that I'm now quite absorbed. Come on, let's take a look."

Feng Zaixing smiled apologetically, speaking nonsense with a straight face while transmitting his voice. He subtly exerted force with his right knuckles, lifting Na'er's boneless body and suddenly performing a high-flying jump.

Just kidding, if he doesn't use the Spirit Realm and the wonders of his Martial Soul now, when will he? He, as the acting sect leader of the Body Sect, also has his pride.

Na'er's heart pounded wildly. Her exceptional flexibility, honed through years of practicing the Body Sect's secret techniques, was on full display at this moment. She lightly touched the air with the toes of her right foot, then lifted her left foot high into the air, leaping with her legs apart like scissors. Her purple eyes met those of her detestable senior brother in mid-air.

She spun twice in the air, stepping on the hearts of countless people, before falling back down like a bird in flight.

A large, gentle yet powerful hand descended, perfectly catching her with the force control technique from "The Secret of the Body." Feng Zaixing smiled warmly, and Na'er gently turned her face away, her cheeks flushed.

Just then, the dance ended. The calculations of the seasoned Spirit Realm expert were flawless, leaving countless people stunned and amazed.

Silent cheers lingered in their hearts, but no one dared to utter a sound to break the beautiful moment. Only the host was the first to react, loudly praising the performance.

"A perfect combination! Tonight we will be selecting the best-dressed man, best-dressed woman, most handsome man, most handsome woman, and the most graceful dance pair. It seems we have a very strong contender!"

Feng Zaixing put Na'er down and transmitted his voice, "How was it? You're learning pretty fast, aren't you?"

Na'er snapped out of her daze and pouted, "No, no, I promised I'd be the teacher this time."

Feng Zaixing's eyes flickered slightly. Remembering the arrangements for later, he decided to let her have one more time and said, "Then let's dance again."

Na'er then smiled happily and said, "Okay."

A new dance melody was born, and although some people longed for it, none dared to invite these two prodigies from the Body Sect who had raced whales in broad daylight.

Le Zhengyu stared in disbelief, muttering, "When did he learn to dance? The Angel Family used to send him invitations to balls, but he never went."

He was thinking of fighting for it tonight, but the boss changed his mind?

Long Chen said casually, "The clothes are obviously designed by Sister Yu herself. In the eldest brother's heart, the only person who is comparable to Sister Yu is your ancestor. Even if Ancestor Le doesn't force him to go, of course he won't go."

"Knowing the boss as I do, he probably learned this dance on the spot."

Le Zhengyu's expression immediately darkened, and he sighed, "Yes, the lack of communication between the two sides resulted in this incident; otherwise, things wouldn't have come to this."

As far as he knew, the Tang Clan was also secretly instigating this. In fact, the Angel Family and the Tang Clan had always had unknown business dealings, and there was a natural space for cooperation between the two sides. The family was too big, and everyone's interests were not aligned. And interests can make people not even afraid of death.

Compared to the ancestor's tendency to develop towards the central government and abandon some local interests, many more people wanted to become local tyrants in the south. They relied on their powerful family background and deep accumulation, completely disregarding the rise of Feng Zaixing and the decline of the Body Sect. They also failed to realize that Feng Zaixing was only grateful to the ancestor and not to the Le family.

But it's too late to say anything now. Fortunately, Feng Zaixing won't let the Tang Clan off the hook. We'll all die together sooner or later.

Long Chen smacked his lips and then teased Feng Zaixing and Yu Xin a few more times.

Just then, a voice transmission drifted over.

"Little Dragon, you're talking a bit too much."

Long Chen shivered and grabbed the nearest king crab to gag himself. The person who sent the message was Yu Xin.

As the new dance ended, Na'er was about to dance again when a nimble hand appeared from the side and stopped Feng Zaixing.

"Good sister, it's my turn." Yu Xin smiled slightly, her gentle tone concealing a hint of sharpness and assertiveness.

Na'er's face fell immediately, but then she saw Feng Zaixing's eyes indicating that there were other activities tonight, so she smiled slightly and agreed.

"Okay."

As the dance floor came alive again, Yu Xin glanced at Na'er, shifted her steps slightly, and asked with interest, "What do you want to do with her tonight?"

Feng Zaixing answered crisply, "I've been practicing our sect's secret methods, and I didn't have the time or the heart to bother her before, but this is the perfect opportunity."

"Okay, I want to see."

Yu Xin leaned back, her red hair almost sweeping the ground, her high-slit skirt revealing a jade-colored shimmer. She suddenly changed direction and completed a set of rapid wing steps, mastering the rhythm of the dance.

With the flow of energy shifting, Yu Xin took the initiative, causing Feng Zaixing to lean back, his dark eyes reflecting the myriad lights of the dome above his red lips, sparkling like stars.

"This is a secret of our sect."

As the music reached its climax, Feng Zaixing's calloused thumb brushed against the edge of her waistband, using the force to push her into a throwing tilt.

"But I'm not an outsider." Yu Xin touched the ground with one foot, while the other leg stretched straight in the air like a spear. As the musical notes exploded, she suddenly stopped, used the momentum to pivot, and her skirt bloomed like a blazing lotus flower, soaring sharply into the air.

"Isn't it inappropriate right now?" Feng Zaixing put his arm around her and caught her, his teasing voice coming through her glistening earlobe.

"I think it's perfect." Yu Xin paused at the peak of the music, striking an extreme forward lunge, her front leg deeply bent, her back leg taut like a bowstring, her body leaning forward dramatically.

Feng Zaixing's eyes flickered, and he exerted force with his waist, wrists, and feet, supporting Yu Xin, who was different from before, with the stability of Mount Tai.

Sweat dripped from her chin, landing an inch on her upturned, fiery red lips, which she slightly curved upwards.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, with only the crystal chandelier casting its light on the two sculpted figures, announcing the end of this passionate dance.