Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

Chapter 107 The Post-War Era (Part 1)

Space slowly distorted.

A gray-white figure stepped out of the void and stood quietly in front of Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Long Xiaoyao's expression was incredibly complex, and an undisguised bitterness appeared on his face.

"Senior, are you the teacher behind Xia Die?"

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There are many different theories about the origin of the mythical butterfly.

It's not that no one has investigated, it's just that nothing has really been found.

It first appeared in the Star Luo Empire, almost as if it had sprung from a stone.

There was no information before that.

Whether it was Xia Die overpowering Ye Xishui or his own release of his Martial Soul True Form being instantly suppressed, Long Xiaoyao felt that there was always someone better.

That wasn't just a simple suppression of strength, but a crushing defeat on a level.

Leaving aside Ye Xishui, let's just talk about himself.

As a level 99 Limit Douluo, he had already cultivated his dark attribute to the pinnacle of the world.

Apart from the Beast God Di Tian, ​​he never believed that anyone could surpass him in terms of dark attributes.

But when facing the person in front of me, I feel a sense of powerlessness, like a child gazing up at the vast starry sky.

Their understanding of darkness was on a completely different level from his.

What he couldn't understand even more was that the other party seemed to control the power of death, which could actually purify the corrupting properties of darkness.

Death and purification.

Two completely contradictory concepts.

Yet they both appeared within the same kind of power.

Yes, just like the previous Xia Die.

No, perhaps there are some differences between the two!

But this was beyond his comprehension.

He stood up unsteadily and stood in front of Ye Xishui.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyao was not in good condition.

Having just broken through the seal placed on his Martial Soul True Body by the person in front of him, he took the self-destruction attack of the purple dead dragon head-on.

That attack was not just a dragon's attack; it also included the stolen power that originally belonged to Ye Xishui at the peak of her soul power level.

In order to protect Ye Xishui, who only had the strength of a level 94 Title Douluo.

He had to divide his strength into two parts.

The current Long Xiaoyao, let alone being severely injured.

He didn't even dare to think he could win against the man in front of him, but he still didn't retreat a single step.

"It seems this is the end for me." One by one, spirit rings slowly rose from beneath Long Xiaoyao's feet.

With each new soul ring he ascended, the soul power around him, which seemed to sway in the wind, grew stronger.

Two yellows, two purples, three blacks, and two reds.

The terrifying power belonging to a level 99 Limit Douluo was unleashed once again.

Electrolux remained silent, simply watching the other person quietly.

Then, a long sigh escaped his lips: "Long Xiaoyao, you are a pitiful person."

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao was slightly taken aback, and even the surging, powerful soul force paused for a moment.

Electrolux did not speak immediately.

However, when he looked at the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul user in front of him, his eyes held a complex expression.

From the butterfly.

He learned about the entanglement between Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui.

I learned about Moon, the Holy Spirit Church, and that speechless love triangle.

"I'm giving you a chance to live," Electrox said.

Long Xiaoyao's pupils contracted slightly, while Ye Xishui's lifeless gaze slowly lifted.

Electrolux spoke calmly, extending a finger: "You die."

"Or, she dies."

At that moment, the air suddenly froze.

Ye Xishui's body trembled, and Long Xiaoyao's face turned pale instantly.

Electrolux didn't give the two time to react, and continued, "You can also resist."

As soon as he finished speaking, the world fell silent once more.

Neither Long Xiaoyao nor Ye Xishui doubted Electrolux's words.

Although Electrox appears to be merely a spirit.

It might even just be a clone.

But the fact that a mere clone forcibly sealed the Martial Soul True Body of a Limit Douluo for a period of time sounds even more terrifying.

at the same time.

Inside the villa.

Zhang Peng, Ji Juechen, and the others had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing that Xia Die and Wang Xian'er had returned safely, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Peng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

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But in the end, he didn't say a word.

Everything that happened today has had a huge impact on them.

Two Limit Douluo, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui.

And there was that purple dead dragon that stretched across the sky, and the teacher behind that fleeting butterfly.

Each of these things was enough to shatter their understanding of the world.

Xia Die smiled gently and sat down in the seat opposite the two of them.

"The crisis is over, thank you all for your hard work this time."

"No, no, we didn't dare." Zhang Peng quickly waved his hand, "We weren't able to help at all."

Ji Juechen also shook his head.

No one knew what he was thinking as he slightly tightened his grip on the piece of extraterrestrial meteorite.

Zhang Peng and Ji Juechen dared not accept Xia Die's thanks.

The only people who truly decided the outcome of the battle tonight were Xia Die and the person behind her. Perhaps the Healer Douluo Wang Xian'er helped a little.

But they were just setting up the formation as instructed.

Even without them, anyone could have done it.

Not long after, the space on one side of the room peeled away like an eggshell.

Electrolux's spirit stepped out, but his expression was somewhat complicated.

"Old Master Yi?"

Xia Die looked over, her face showing confusion.

Electrolux sighed softly, "Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui ran away."

"They ran away?"

Xia Die remained silent, her delicate brows furrowed.

Logically, it shouldn't be like this.

Having just broken through Electrolux's seal, given his personality, Long Xiaoyao would never allow Ye Xishui to perish. He would most likely have the dead dragon that absorbed Ye Xishui's soul power and then self-destruct.

It's important to know that this time, the Butterfly didn't just awaken Electrolux.

She used her golden blood to activate the alchemy array, and combined with the undead demiplane given to her by Elex after his awakening, the two greatly resisted the suppression of the laws of the universe.

This allows him to summon the dead dragon Polyches, although not at its peak.

However, having absorbed Ye Xishui's unstable death attribute, this self-destruction attack is absolutely comparable to that of a Limit Douluo.

Long Xiaoyao wants to escape; perhaps he can.

However, it was absolutely impossible to bring Ye Xishui, who was imprisoned by the Death Dragon's Law of Death, along.

Long Xiaoyao only has two choices.

Either escape on your own, or bear the consequences.

If you manage to withstand it, serious injury is absolutely inevitable.

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Xia Die took a few deep breaths to calm her slightly agitated mind.

Thinking about Electrox's personality and his experiences on the Holy Demon Continent.

A piece of clues, drawn at an inopportune time, has been revealed.

"Elder Yi, please release them."

It's not a question, it's an affirmative statement.

Electrolux remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

"That's right."

"What's the reason?"

Xia Die's eyelids twitched slightly, but her face still showed no sign of calm.

But the three people standing next to them, Wang Xian'er, Ji Juechen, and Zhang Peng, dared not utter a sound.

Is this really how a disciple should communicate with his teacher?

It doesn't quite look like it!

Of course, they would never dare to ask such a question.

All they could do was rub their fingers together and prick up their ears to continue "eating melon seeds" (a Chinese idiom for observing gossip).

Electrolux didn't keep them waiting for long, only remaining silent for a short while.

"Long Xiaoyao learned the whole truth and knew that Ye Xishui had been plotting against him and Mu En."

"Even so," Electrolux paused for a moment, then continued, "Long Xiaoyao was still willing to die for Ye Xishui."

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