Douluo Sharingan, I really didn't coerce Xiao Wu!

Chapter 97 Miss

Just as I was about to get home, a domineering person suddenly appeared and blocked my door.

The man in black robes was clearly up to no good; he was arrogant, but he certainly had the right to be.

Chen Xuan broke out in a cold sweat. Being blocked at his doorstep meant that the other party must have been planning this for a long time and had been waiting for him.

Fortunately, Chen Yiyi is safe. Within his perception range, the other party did not harm his family.

"Come with me. Don't be ungrateful and think about resisting. If I make a move, you'll lose half your life." The man in black robes said indifferently, not taking Chen Xuan seriously.

Perhaps this young man was one of the top geniuses among his peers, but unfortunately, a genius who doesn't grow up is just a slightly stronger grasshopper.

"Who wants to see me?" Chen Xuan stalled for time, thinking about how to escape.

The man in black robes put his hands behind his back and said coldly, "You don't need to know. You only need to know one thing: in this land, in this empire, he has a very important status."

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Come with me. I won't hurt you until that person makes a decision." He had lost his patience.

"I don't trust you," Chen Xuan said, taking out a three-foot-long sword and preparing for battle.

The Kusanagi Sword, known as a divine weapon, is currently his only and strongest weapon, more than enough for use on the continent.

Going with the other party is tantamount to handing over one's life to them and being at their mercy, which is not his usual style.

"If I were you, I wouldn't resist. That would be incredibly foolish," the man in black said, his face cold.

That's why he never liked geniuses; each one struggled and wasted his time.

brush!

The man in black robes moved with incredible speed, closing in on the person dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye.

Chen Xuan was horrified and immediately retreated, using his lightning-fast movement technique to create a distance of over a hundred meters.

This person was faster than anyone could imagine; in the blink of an eye, the other person suddenly appeared on his face.

The man in black robes was ruthless and incredibly fast. In an instant, he caught up with Chen Xuan and unleashed a punch.

Chen Xuan unleashed the power of lightning, and with a hiss, the Kusanagi sword blazed with intense lightning, its blade covered in arcs of electricity, both violent and dazzling.

Lightning flashed and electric arcs crackled and popped, creating chaos and disorder. When fists and swords collided, instead of the expected blood splattering, there was a clanging sound, like metal clashing.

Chen Xuan's pupils contracted, his mind reeling. The sword blade collided with his fist, yet he couldn't touch the opponent's flesh. A layer of white light stood in the middle, which was extremely strange.

The man in black robes hadn't activated his martial spirit, yet his strength was terrifying, his methods were mysterious, and he possessed formidable combat power.

With a bang, Chen Xuan was sent flying backward, his Kusanagi sword being knocked back dozens of meters along with him.

His arm was numb from the shock, his tiger's mouth split open and blood seeped out, and his longsword almost slipped from his hand.

In just one exchange, he felt unprecedented pressure. His opponent's strength far exceeded his own, far surpassing his own. He felt no pressure even when facing a Soul Saint.

Chen Xuan calmed down, quickly steadied himself, and immediately began forming hand seals, wasting no time.

The man in black stomped his foot, and with a loud bang, the soil in this area collapsed, and the ground seemed to have been hit by a boulder, creating a large crater.

He rushed out, his entire body like a bomb, raising his fist to attack Chen Xuan.

"Fire Release: Flame Song Technique!"

Chen Xuan gathered a large amount of soul power, opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of flames, which instantly transformed into four dragon heads, swooping down with scorching heat.

"Let's see how you hide."

As if possessing sentience, the four fire dragons attacked from above, below, left, and right, respectively. The black-robed man in the air had nowhere to take over and could not avoid them.

The Dragon Flame Song Technique consumes a great deal of energy and is Chen Xuan's most powerful fire attack method, capable of instantly igniting a forest within a hundred meters.

"You've got some brains, but unfortunately, your skills aren't up to par."

The man in black robes remained calm and composed, letting the flames engulf the four dragon heads that had coalesced into flames.

boom!

The next moment, an explosion occurred in the area, flames shot into the sky, and raging flames covered dozens of meters of ground.

Nearby, the soil was scorched black, flowers and grass were burned to ashes, and the only two large trees were also swallowed up by the fire.

The temperature was so high that it could incinerate metal, and Chen Xuan had to step back. If it were him, he definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand that attack.

If even Long Yan's singing can't hurt the opponent, then this battle will be meaningless.

"You have some skill. I underestimated you. It seems you had something up your sleeve during the match."

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, the black-robed man's indifferent voice rang out, tinged with a hint of surprise.

Chen Xuan's expression changed slightly, feeling utterly powerless. The worst outcome had still occurred. To him now, this person was terrifyingly strong, not even in the same league.

Facing a Soul Saint, he could still put up a fight using the power of his Kaleidoscope, but this person gave him an unfathomable depth, definitely above the Soul Saint, perhaps even a titled being...

"Alright, that's the end of the farce. We can't let you jump now."

A white light emanated from the sea of ​​fire, like a forty-meter-long sword, cleaving a gap in the flames that could not be closed.

The man in black robes walked out slowly, his robes intact, without any signs of burning.

"Nine rings!"

Chen Xuan's pupils contracted, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He could hardly believe that his opponent was a nine-ring titled Douluo.

The black-robed man's aura surged, becoming increasingly terrifying. Nine spirit rings appeared beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, and five black—the standard stats for a Title Douluo.

Chen Xuan felt powerless; the gap was simply too great, a difference of fifty levels of soul power, beyond his imagination. No matter how much he overestimated the other party's strength, he never imagined that a titled Douluo could just walk out of Heaven Dou City.

There are only a few dozen people on the entire continent who have reached level 90 or above, undoubtedly the top combat power in this world.

"Boy, I admit I underestimated your Flame Soul Skill. You forced me to use my Martial Soul. You're quite good and deserve to stay by Miss's side." The black-robed man exuded a powerful aura as he walked over step by step.

He was incredibly strong, beyond imagination. Even a wisp of his soul power caused flowers and plants to explode and soil to crumble.

"Miss?" Chen Xuan was surprised. He knew many princesses in the Heaven Dou Empire, but was there anyone who could command a Title Douluo?

His mind raced through images of princess-level young women, but none of them existed. What kind of background could possibly allow a Title Douluo to serve as a servant?

"good."

The man in black robes nodded, his attitude less forceful than before, and said, "My young lady wants to see you and, incidentally, assess your strength. This isn't your full strength, is it? There's more to hide, but it doesn't matter. You've met my expectations."

Now, he held this young man in higher regard. The fact that he could remain calm in the face of someone several levels stronger than himself was enough to show that the young man was no ordinary person.

The strength of a Super Douluo is beyond doubt. Even without activating his Martial Soul, he could easily crush an ordinary Soul Saint. This young man is only in his forties, yet he was able to exchange a few blows with him, which is enough to show that he is no ordinary person.

"Will you leave on your own, or will I beat you into submission?" the man in black robes asked.

Chen Xuan decided not to fight back. His cultivation time was too short, only a little over two months, and they were not even in the same league.

He knew his own limitations. Now that he was facing a title, using those eyes would only be a waste of his pupil power and wouldn't be very effective. Besides, the time he had been given to cultivate was too short, and he wasn't familiar enough with the Mangekyou Sharingan. His Susanoo could only be opened to the third stage at most, which was his limit.

"I'll go with you." Chen Xuan sheathed his sword, forced into a corner. If he could, he really wouldn't want to hand his life over to the other party.

"Know what's good for you," the man in black said calmly. With a flick of his sleeve, a beam of white light shot out, lifting Chen Xuan up and disappearing from the spot.

"Miss, who exactly is she?" Chen Xuan asked, utterly puzzled on the way.

(End of this chapter)