Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

Chapter 310 Nine Shots

Ye Xishui was gazing up at the direction of the Sun and Moon Mountains. The golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth was still dazzling and powerful. Even she, a Limit Douluo, could feel the heart-palpitating pressure.

Just then, an unprecedented killing intent pierced her senses like a sharp, icy blade!

Ye Xishui didn't even have time to turn around; her Limit Douluo's fighting instincts made her almost instinctively hold the Death God Tower in front of her—

"boom--!!!"

The Golden Dragon Spear, imbued with the power to tear apart heaven and earth, relentlessly slammed into the Tower of Death!

Before the countless vengeful faces on the tower could even utter a wail, the entire Tower of Death shattered inch by inch under the terrifying impact!

"Snap—Splash!"

The tower collapsed, and the countless souls sealed within it lost their containers, pouring out like a black tide, emitting mournful screams in the night sky, their cries echoing everywhere.

The backlash from the Death Tower surged back along the tower's structure, causing Ye Xishui to groan and a trickle of bright red blood to spill from the corner of her mouth. Her face instantly paled.

"Ye Xishui, Zhongli Wu—your Holy Spirit Cult has violated my prohibition by venturing into the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt souls."

Di Tian's figure slowly descended from the sky, his dragon wings retracting behind him. His golden vertical pupils coldly gazed down at Ye Xishui, his voice as icy as the heavens:

"Today, you will pay the price."

He slowly raised his hands, and extreme light and extreme darkness appeared around him at the same time. The two completely opposite forces coexisted perfectly and merged with each other, turning into a field of light and darkness that enveloped the entire sky.

Light and Darkness Domain—Open!

"Hahahaha! Senior Di Tian is here! You're all finished!!"

A loud, aged yet powerful laugh boomed from afar. Xuanzi, his beard and hair standing on end, laughed like a child.

"Hurry up and wash your neck so Senior Di Tian can chop it off! Otherwise, Senior Di Tian will have to go through the trouble of doing it himself!" Du Bu Si Geng Jue put his hands on his hips and shouted loudly, looking like an old man on the street who didn't mind watching the fun.

They finally—dragged it out! Di Tian has arrived!

Xuanzi draped his arm over Yu Wuji's shoulder, his face beaming with a relaxed "work's done, work's done" expression: "Old Yu, now that Senior Di Tian is here, let's not get in his way, shall we?"

"I think that side looks good." Poison Immortal pointed to the distance, towards Xu Mu's palace, where a large hole had been opened in the roof, and moonlight shone through the hole, making it particularly conspicuous. "Xiao Tong seems to be over there too."

"Let's go!" Xuanzi put his arm around Yu Wuji's shoulder, and with a burst of soul power, the two of them flew towards the palace.

Poison Undying followed closely behind, not forgetting to turn around and make a face at Zhongli Wu.

Wang Xian'er stood there stunned for a moment, looked over there, then looked over here, and finally sighed. She had no choice but to follow. These old guys really don't care about their image at all!

On the other side, Long Xiaoyao, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Mu En, caught a glimpse of Di Tian's figure out of the corner of his eye.

This Limit Douluo, who always left himself room to maneuver in battle, hesitated for a moment. With a sudden flash, he broke free from Mu En's entanglement and sped off towards Ye Xishui without looking back.

"Yishui!"

He landed beside Ye Xishui, shielding her behind him, his eyes filled with anxiety and determination.

Mu En watched the direction Long Xiaoyao had left in but did not give chase.

He simply watched that figure from behind, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Then, he turned around and flew slowly towards Xu Mu's palace.

Above the imperial palace, the oppressive aura of Emperor Tianguang's Dark Domain enveloped all directions, and killing intent permeated the golden vertical pupils as if it were a tangible substance.

Ye Xishui, Zhongliwu, your end has come.

Long Xiaoyao stood in front of Ye Xishui, his aged body ramrod straight, his eyes filled with determination.

This is the Beast God Di Tian. The strongest person on the continent.

The moment Emperor Tian's dragon might truly descended, Long Xiaoyao finally understood what true despair was.

His Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul trembled under this oppressive force.

That was the absolute suppression of the Martial Soul level, the crushing of ordinary dark attributes by ultimate darkness, and the Dragon King's natural deterrence over his people.

The dragon blood within him was wailing, surrendering, and frantically urging him to kneel down.

"Long Xiaoyao, get out of the way." Di Tian's voice was flat, the tip of the Golden Dragon Spear steadily pointing at Ye Xishui behind Long Xiaoyao. "For Mu En's sake, I'll spare your life."

"If you want to kill Xi Shui—" Long Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, yet he didn't retreat a single step, "then step over my dead body!"

"You mere Dark Holy Dragon, how dare you utter such arrogant words before me?"

Di Tian didn't say a single word more.

The second shot.

The Golden Dragon Spear, imbued with dark golden dragon power, pierced out like lightning.

Long Xiaoyao's protective soul power shattered like paper the moment it touched the spear tip, and the spear pierced through his abdomen and emerged from his back.

Long Xiaoyao's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of broken walls and ruins.

He struggled to get up, but found that his martial spirit was almost unable to function under the suppression of Di Tian's bloodline. He was powerless to fight back against Di Tian.

The third shot shattered Zhongli Wu's Bone Dragon King Beast Spirit. The backlash from the destruction of the Bone Dragon King Beast Spirit caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and he slumped down.

The fourth shot—its tip like the moon—severed Ye Xishui's left arm.

The severed arm flew off, blood gushing out. Ye Xishui let out a muffled groan and staggered backward.

The fifth shot pierced Zhongli Wu's chest, causing his breath to drop sharply; he was on the verge of death.

The sixth shot—Ye Xishui was repeatedly crushed by the power of the light and darkness domain, half of her body was almost ruined, and she leaned against the ruins, panting heavily.

The seventh shot—Zhongli Wu's pupils completely dilated, and the flame of his life was extinguished by this shot.

The eighth shot—

The Golden Dragon Spear pierced through Ye Xishui's heart.

The ultimate power of light in the realm of light and darkness surged into her body, purifying and burning away all the remaining dark soul power within her.

The countless vengeful spirits that escaped from the Tower of Death were gradually obliterated in the interplay of light and darkness, and their wails slowly faded into the night sky.

"Yu...Mizu...!!"

In the distance, amidst the ruins, Long Xiaoyao let out a heart-wrenching cry of despair.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the palace, a group of people were watching the battle from afar through a hole in Xu Mu's bedroom.

Xuanzi silently wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Thank you for sparing my life back then, Beast God."

Du Bu Si, Yu Wu Ji, Wang Xian Er, and Kong Ming De all showed expressions of agreement.

Moon didn't speak, he just stood there, gazing at the aged figure in the distance, and let out a long sigh.