Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

The moonlight, like water, poured down upon the highest spire of the Sun and Moon Palace.

In the cold, silvery light, Long Xiaoyao's figure resembled an unchanging statue, his black robe fluttering even without wind.

Suddenly, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Since you're here, why not show yourself?"

From the shadows beneath the tower, Poison Undying strode out, his words dripping with undisguised sarcasm: "Tsk tsk, the mighty Dragon Emperor Douluo, when did you become a lackey of an evil soul master? Truly, people's hearts have grown cold, and the world has gone to hell!"

Long Xiaoyao swept his gaze indifferently over them: "Poison Undying, your brother was severely injured by A'en back then. If you insist on standing up for him today and severing the inheritance of your Body Sect, then I will grant your wish."

"Stop acting like an old man!" Poisonous Undying roared, his aura surging. "You, Long Xiaoyao, are also from the Heavenly Soul Empire, and once represented the Heavenly Soul Royal Academy in the Soul Master Competition. Now you're acting as a henchman for these evil soul masters. I look down on you today!"

Long Xiaoyao stopped arguing and simply looked up at the starry sky: "Further words are useless. As titled Douluo, we should abide by the rules. Xuanzi, come out as well, let's settle this in the heavens today."

As shadows shifted, Mu En shed his disguise, his figure floating upwards, hovering in mid-air, facing Long Xiaoyao across the distance.

Xuanzi continued to follow Mu En silently.

"Xiaoyao, it's been a century." Mu En's voice was hoarse with the passing years.

Long Xiaoyao gazed at his old friend before him—when they last met a hundred years ago, Mu En was still full of vigor, his spine straight as a pine tree; but now, the Mu En before him was old and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

His throat bobbed slightly, but all his unspoken words were ultimately reduced to just two: "...Arn."

"Let's settle this unfinished war from a hundred years ago," Moon said.

"it is good."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two figures soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds in an instant.

As soon as they left, Xuanzi immediately abandoned his composure and roared fiercely towards the direction of the palace: "Zhongliwu! What kind of skill is it to hide your head and tail? Come out and face your death!"

"That's right!" Poison Undying followed closely, his voice shaking the heavens. "Could it be that you, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, are truly a coward?!"

"Hehe... I am also the leader of this Holy Spirit Cult."

A chilling voice echoed from the depths of the palace, and amidst the billowing of black robes, a woman slowly stepped out of the void.

She took off her hood, revealing a well-maintained face that exuded a chilling aura.

"Ye Xishui, the Supreme Leader of the Holy Spirit Sect and the Death God Douluo." Her voice was calm, yet it caused the surrounding temperature to plummet. "Today, the lives of both of you will be taken by my son and me."

Before he finished speaking, Zhongli Wu had already flashed to Ye Xishui's side, his blood-red soul ring faintly appearing.

Xuanzi and Du Busi felt a sudden chill in their hearts. They had originally planned to gang up on Zhongliwu two by one, but unexpectedly, Ye Xishui was also there to oversee things!

Their eyes met, and without a word, they understood each other perfectly.

drag!

Their eyes met, and their resolute intentions were already in sync.

At the same time, Yu Wuji and Wang Xian'er, who were hiding in the shadows, also revealed themselves and joined the battle.

Even before Poison Undying appeared, Xu Tianran and Ju Zi had already quietly retreated to the depths of the palace under the protection of the Imperial Guards.

"Go see my 'dear' father." Xu Tianran's lips curled into a meaningful, cold smile.

High above Mingdu, the clouds churned, and the phantoms of two giant dragons appeared and disappeared among them—one radiating brilliant golden light, the other deep darkness.

Mu En and Long Xiaoyao finally had a battle.

"Ah En, I don't want to kill you, and I won't kill you. With your crippled body now, how long can you stop me?" Long Xiaoyao's voice echoed in the clouds.

Mu En's breath was long and drawn out, but his gaze pierced through the clouds, locking onto the distance: "Xiaoyao, my heart is like yours. But Ye Xishui... she must die. She is no longer the woman we once wholeheartedly protected; now, she is merely a Death God Douluo in human skin!"

Long Xiaoyao remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh: "...I once swore an oath to Xi Shui that anyone who wants to harm her must first step over my corpse..."

"Xiaoyao, we both know that things can never go back to what they were back then."

"Arn..."

"No need for further words, make your move."

High in the sky, a fierce wind blew, scattering the two men's full head of white hair.

Moon's eyes suddenly opened, and his originally aged and cloudy pupils now burst forth with golden light like the rising sun.

He raised his right hand, and a dazzling golden light gathered in his palm.

"The Holy Dragon of Light has descended!"

boom--!

A golden dragon phantom, hundreds of meters long, soared into the sky behind him. Its roar shattered the clouds, and a vast aura of light spread like a tide, dispelling all the surrounding darkness.

Upon seeing this, Long Xiaoyao across from him had a complex look in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute expression.

He let out a low growl, and a jet-black mist erupted from around his body. The mist was not evil, but pure darkness.

"Dark Holy Dragon Dives!"

A black dragon phantom roared out, completely different from the golden dragon. Its body was more solid, carrying a sense of emptiness that devoured everything.

The two colossal figures collided violently at an altitude of ten thousand meters, and terrifying energy waves rippled outwards, causing the lights of Mingdu below to flicker unpredictably, as if they were about to be crushed by this force.

"Ah En, you're getting old, this body can't hold on any longer." Long Xiaoyao's voice pierced through the energy storm, filled with sorrow.

Mu En took a direct hit from Long Xiaoyao's dragon claw, his body sliding back a hundred meters in mid-air, his bones cracking under the strain.

"As long as I can stop you, I don't care about this crippled body."

Before he finished speaking, the nine spirit rings on Mu En's body suddenly lit up. The red spirit rings that were originally 100,000 years old briefly shone with a golden hue under the infusion of the power of light.

"The Holy Dragon of Light, in its true form!"

A burst of golden light erupted, and Mu En's figure instantly expanded, transforming into a true golden dragon. Each dragon scale seemed to be forged from refined gold, radiating an oppressive aura that was impossible to look directly at.

Long Xiaoyao's pupils contracted; faced with this attack that spared no expense, he dared not be careless.

"Dragon Emperor Breaks!"

His punch was no longer a flashy soul skill, but a return to the power of simplicity.

Darkness coalesced at the fist's edge, transforming into a single point that broke the sound barrier, heading straight for the golden dragon's brow.

"roar--!"

The golden dragon roared, its claws slamming, colliding once more with that point of darkness in the void.

This collision did not produce a deafening roar, but only a white halo that instantly spread to the horizon.

Where the halo passed, the clouds dispersed, revealing a dazzling galaxy. It was annihilation resulting from the extreme compression of energy.

The golden dragon that Mu En had transformed into let out a painful roar, its scales shattered, and its golden light dimmed.

Long Xiaoyao also let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his figure retreated rapidly.

"Mu En!" Below, Xuan Zi saw this scene and his eyes widened in horror. He wanted to rush up, but he was blocked by the terrifying death energy released by Ye Xishui.

High in the sky, Mu En returned to human form, his face as pale as paper, his body swaying precariously, but he still stood firmly between Long Xiaoyao and the palace.

"Xiaoyao...you can't stop me." Mu En gasped for breath, but the golden light in his eyes burned even brighter. "For Xishui, and for this continent...today, Xishui must die, or...I must die."

Long Xiaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looking at his old friend who was willing to risk his life to stop him, a trace of undisguised sorrow finally appeared in his eyes.

"Arn..."

Moon did not answer; he simply raised his hand slowly—that was his final response.