Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

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Kong Tianxu has already made his move!

Like a bolt of lightning—no, it was a bolt of lightning!

Kong Tianxu's figure shot out, bringing with it countless strands of purple lightning. A deep, muffled sound erupted throughout the arena, and the students closest to him even stumbled and nearly fell.

He still hadn't used any soul skills, but the lightning element fully integrated into his body had already increased his speed to an extremely terrifying level.

The distance of 100 meters was close in an instant. He threw a punch, simple and without any fancy moves.

Compared to the lightning-fast speed, Ji Juechen's movements appeared extremely slow; he merely slashed down with his longsword.

This seemingly simple movement, when executed by him, felt incredibly heavy, as if he were immersed in mud to complete the entire action. Yet, the speed at which the sword fell was perfectly even, as if he were cutting not the air, but the entire world.

He did indeed cut the earth open.

As the seemingly slow, celestial iron sword slashed vertically, a trench several meters deep appeared in the solid ground ten meters away, extending deeper and deeper with each drop of Ji Juechen's sword tip.

As if they had rehearsed beforehand, Kong Tianxu's right fist arrived at the same time the black longsword fell completely, colliding suddenly with the tip of the extraterrestrial meteorite iron sword.

Without a sound, a flash of silver light suddenly appeared at the point of contact between the two.

As if shedding some kind of disguise, Kong Tianxu's right fist had turned completely silver, a solid, noble, and seemingly all-encompassing silver that had remained unchanged since time immemorial.

And this silver color was still spreading towards Ji Juechen.

Xu Tianzhen staggered back two steps, while Cain managed to maintain his balance, though his eyes were filled with shock.

The instant the fist and sword clashed, the air within a radius of tens of square meters at the point of impact seemed to collapse, and everything became distorted and unreal. Although it only lasted for a moment, it was definitely not an illusion.

In the distance, dozens of level nine soul masters stared blankly, shocked to find that they could not quite understand the true meaning of that punch and sword collision.

In terms of power, such an attack is nothing, but as titled Douluo, they could clearly feel that this was by no means a simple clash of fist and sword. The aura that was concentrated in one body did not have any fancy soul skills, but it had something that they could not see through or understand.

Kong Deming and Kong Tangyu exchanged a smile. One of them had long been exposed to this level of understanding, while the other had faced such an attack and survived by sheer luck.

The fist and the sword remained locked in a stalemate for about a second after colliding, and then a violent roar suddenly erupted.

"boom--"

Centered on the point of impact between the two, large sections of the ground cracked and collapsed, extending forty meters in diameter before gradually receding.

Ji Juechen leaped back, gripping the hilt of the meteorite sword tightly with both hands, blood gushing from the tiger's mouth.

Kong Tianxu remained in the same spot, but the sleeve of his right arm had been completely torn open. The golden light in his eyes faded, and he raised his right hand, silently gazing at his right arm, which had now returned to normal.

One could clearly see countless fine red marks on his bare right arm, standing out starkly against his fair skin. At the knuckles of his right fist, a thin line of blood oozed out, a few drops of crimson.

He won, and the first reaction of the vast majority of Sun Moon Academy students watching the match was the same.

"I lost." Kong Tianxu said calmly.

At the moment of impact, the Silver Dragon Martial Soul sensed the danger and possessed itself, which caused Ji Juechen's sword intent to fail, leaving only a small wound.

If that weren't the case, he should have been more seriously injured.

eventful.

From the depths of one's soul, a mournful dragon's roar echoed.

"No, I lost. Thank you for going easy on me."

After landing, Ji Juechen's eyes were no longer sharp; they even seemed somewhat dazed. Hearing Kong Tianxu speak, his body suddenly swayed before he raised his head.

His face turned deathly pale, but his eyes were filled with unprecedented excitement.

After saying this, he gave Kong Tianxu one last deep look, then staggered and turned to leave.

No one noticed that the extraterrestrial meteorite iron sword in his arms was covered in cracks, and even the tip of the sword that made contact with Kong Tianxu's fist had a small piece missing.

Jing Ziyan hesitated for a moment, glanced at Su Muzhe who was still inside the wall, and finally jogged to catch up with Ji Juechen.

Mingdetang lost again?

The onlookers immediately began to whisper among themselves. Seeing that Ji Juechen and his group had left, the patrol team finally fulfilled its role, gradually dispersing the crowd.

Kong Tianxu remained standing in the same spot, looking as if he had come to some kind of realization. If it weren't for the mess surrounding the land, it would seem as if nothing had ever happened.

The shock in Xu Tianzhen's eyes gradually subsided; she was closest to the collision and felt it most acutely. The strange energy that seemed to tear her soul apart at the moment of impact left her with lingering fear, but thankfully, the outcome was positive.

She and Cain stepped out together, ready to welcome Kong Tianxu back to the class.

"Young hero, my great cause will surely be accomplished."

Xu Guoyi sincerely praised her. Seeing Xu Tianzhen showing concern for Kong Tianxu, he smiled and shook his head, about to step forward to offer his condolences.

However, after taking only a couple of steps, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"That's him! Arrest him."

At some point, Wang Shaojie, sitting in a wheelchair, arrived not far from the entrance of Class One and raised his hand tremblingly, pointing at Kong Tianxu.

Beside him stood seven middle-aged men, around thirty or forty years old, all dressed in standard military armor. All seven simultaneously unleashed their martial spirits, revealing themselves to be two Soul Emperors and five Soul Kings.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group strode up to Kong Tianxu, waved a token in front of him, and said coldly:

"Royal Inspectorate, Xu Mochen. Are you Kong Tianxu? You are suspected of assaulting and injuring a member of the royal family. Come with us to assist in the investigation."

As he spoke, one of the men behind him produced a golden shackle. The fluctuations of his soul power noticeably intensified. If Kong Tianxu dared to resist, he would immediately be attacked by the combined forces of the seven men.

"How dare you!" Xu Tianzhen roared, his voice filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Cain had already positioned himself in front of Kong Tianxu, and the speed he unleashed startled the middle-aged men.

Xu Mochen frowned as he looked at Xu Tianzhen's appearance. It seemed vaguely familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he wasn't quite sure. He quietly took a half step back.

Pushed by a middle-aged man behind him, Wang Shaojie arrived in front of Kong Tianxu, looking at his disheveled appearance and the surrounding scene with schadenfreude.

"Looks like Xu Yunhuang's men have already come over? They must have been badly beaten; there's even a hole smashed in the wall. Too bad, I had prepared a feast for you, waiting for you to enjoy it."

"you sure?"

Kong Tianxu smiled and reassured Cain as he approached him, squeezing Xu Tianzhen's hand to signal him to calm down, his eyes full of mockery.

It seems Grandpa has indeed been engrossed in his research for far too long. Indeed, having been out of the public eye for fifty years, aside from a handful of top-level figures, most people who knew the specific details of this father of the ninth-level Soul Master have probably already passed away.

In the distance, Xu Yunhuang, held in Old Ma's arms, writhed wildly like a maggot, his face contorted with terror and despair, almost bursting the bandages. He mumbled incoherently, but the gagged mouth couldn't stop Wang Shaojie from uttering his next words:

Wang Shaojie struggled to sit up, bringing his lips close to Kong Tianxu's ear, his words as venomous and ruthless as a viper's tongue:

"I have already inquired and found that there are no noble families with the surname Kong in the empire. The most powerful one is the youngest son of a duke."

"You think you're so great at fighting?" He twisted his face, his smile arrogant and malicious. "What good is being good at fighting! In this world, you need power and connections!"

"This is the Sun and Moon Empire, where there is only one sun in the sky—our royal family!"

He leaned back abruptly, pointed at Kong Tianxu, and screamed:

"Take it down!"

Chapter 61 Comparing Power and Background?

Xu Mochen frowned; Wang Shaojie was being too flamboyant. To avoid any unforeseen complications, he gave the middle-aged man beside him a look.

The other party immediately understood and swiftly activated the Level 7 Dragon-Trapping Shackles he had specially brought, aiming them at Kong Tianxu's head.

"Bastard!"

A deep, angry roar suddenly rang out, and the next second, a figure dressed in a magnificent black robe replaced the middle-aged man holding the shackles.

A milky-white wave of energy erupted from his body, blasting all eight people, including Wang Shaojie, away. Nine spirit rings instantly covered his entire body.

"A Title Douluo?!" Wang Shaojie exclaimed in shock.

His appearance at this moment was quite comical. He had been blasted away by Jing Hongchen's soul force and crashed into a corner of the wall. His upper body was lying on the ground, but his legs were still hanging from the wall, forming an awkward pigeon-toed shape. The overturned wheelchair was pressing on his back, making his struggle to get up futile. He could only barely lift his head and look at Jing Hongchen in horror.

Although he was in excruciating pain all over his body, the shock he felt was even more intense.

Titled Douluo hold a transcendent status in any country. Even a member of the royal family wouldn't dare to challenge a Titled Douluo. And judging from the other party's appearance, it seems...

"Master of the Red Dust Hall, you attacked our Royal Guard without even asking any questions. Isn't that a bit too overbearing?"

Xu Mochen struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and questioned in a cold voice.

Unlike Wang Shaojie and the others, he was a legitimate member of the royal family, and his father was a prince who controlled the imperial clan, wielding considerable power. Without sufficient evidence, even the head of the Mingde Hall could not easily touch him.

The newcomer was none other than Jing Hongchen, whose face was gloomy.

He knew that with such incidents happening one after another at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy under his jurisdiction, if he didn't take action soon, not only would he not be able to revive the glory of the Hongchen family, but he might even lose his position as the head of the Mingde Hall.

If it were anyone else, he would have already killed them. But these members of the Royal Guard all had some connection to the royal family, so he couldn't be completely reckless.

However—a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

The two people who could subdue him in the empire happen to be here today.

"It was I who instructed him to act. What, do you think I'm so overbearing? Do I need to consult you?"

A calm yet imposing voice rang out, like the deathly silence before a volcanic eruption.

Xu Mochen, who had originally intended to use this opportunity to exert pressure, trembled upon hearing the voice and immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"His Majesty"

His Majesty?

It's Your Majesty!

The Emperor himself has arrived!

The lingering crowd, like reeds swaying in the wind, prostrated themselves in rows, offering the highest tribute to the figure amidst dozens of others, clad in an imperial robe embroidered with golden dragons and the sun and moon.

Standing next to him, Kong Deming wore a bright yellow robe that flowed freely.

Xu Guoyi didn't even glance at Xu Mochen, and went straight to Wang Shaojie, who was still slumped on the ground. His tall figure blocked out the sunlight, casting a domineering shadow.

"You're right."

"There is indeed only one sun. But that is me, not you."

“And this is my daughter.” He beckoned to Xu Tianzhen.

The little girl winked playfully at Kong Tianxu, skipped over to Xu Guoyi, and called out in a clear voice:

"Father!"