Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

The collision of the two forces stirred up a violent shockwave, bending the surrounding trees. Beibei swayed slightly, but did not take a step back, while Xu Sanshi was pushed back several feet by the recoil, his heels carving two deep furrows in the ground.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black; two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—two sets of nine different spirit rings appeared behind the two individuals.

"Beibei!" Xu Sanshi's voice was hoarse and shrill, like the roar of a trapped beast, "You're going to stop me too? Have you forgotten who took Xiaoya away?"

Beibei's eye twitched slightly. His gaze fell on Xu Sanshi's bloodshot eyes, and he remained silent for a moment.

“Sanshi,” his voice was low and hoarse, “you shouldn’t have done it this way. He’s just a child.”

"Children?" Xu Sanshi burst into wild laughter. "Kong Tianxu killed so many of our relatives and fellow disciples! My entire Xuanming Sect was wiped out! The Tang Clan was destroyed! The continent fell! And now you're talking to me about children? Who will give those wronged souls an explanation!"

Beibei took a deep breath and said nothing more. She slowly raised her right hand, spread her five fingers, and golden lightning gathered, surged, and compressed in her palm, turning into a ball of light the size of a fist.

"Since that's the case—"

He took a step forward, his figure like a golden lightning bolt, instantly bridging the distance between the two. The ball of light suddenly expanded in his palm, transforming into a ferocious dragon's head. The dragon's mouth, intertwined with lightning and light, opened wide and slammed down towards Xu Sanshi's face.

Xu Sanshi's pupils suddenly contracted. He instinctively wanted to use the Xuanming Replacement, but found that a strange emotion suddenly surged in his heart. In that instant, he inexplicably thought of the deceased Jiang Nannan, causing the operation of his soul skill to pause.

"Ridiculous! You don't even have a 100,000-year spirit ring! Do you know what I've sacrificed all these years? Even if you've managed to break through to the Title Douluo level by sheer luck, what right do you have to be my opponent!"

With no way to avoid it, Xu Sanshi sneered, his black soul power surging rapidly on his body, transforming into a thick tortoise shell that covered his entire body.

It's regrettable not being able to destroy what that person cherishes with his own hands, but if he can defeat the fool who once rivaled him in fame because of his family background in the first battle, it would be enough to add some solace to his bloodthirsty desire for revenge.

After all, they are not without opportunities overseas, and in terms of numbers, they have the advantage.

……

"puff--"

The sharp tiger claws tore open the relatively fragile carriage window, and the silk curtains woven from celestial silkworms ripped apart as easily as thin paper.

At the same time, a burly figure covered in blue and purple scales, accompanied by several soul rings flashing with dazzling lightning, flew backwards out of the carriage.

This is... Yu Tianlong?

No, it should be Yuxiao Tower.

Dai Yueheng dodged to the side, somewhat doubtfully recalling whether the number of spirit rings that had just flown out was eight or four. But when he saw Kong Tingxi in the carriage striking an ancient boxing stance, his tiger eyes turned cold. The nine spirit rings behind him pulsed, and the ferocious spirit guide prosthetic limb, powerful enough to tear through metal, was thrust out.

He intended to capture her alive, but if this young girl didn't know what was good for her, he wouldn't mind killing her on the spot.

Kong Tingxi took a deep breath, and in that instant, her eyes suddenly transformed into pure golden vertical pupils.

Dai Yueheng's heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, the magnificent golden dragon let out a heart-shaking roar of anger.

The golden figure was like a sword drawn from its sheath! Four pure black spirit rings appeared and then exploded! Under the precise guidance of the spirit guide device in his waist and abdomen, Kong Tingxi exerted all the muscles in his body at the same time, driving his right fist to punch out simply and directly.

There are no fancy moves, no complicated soul skills, only the purest power!

Gather, conceal, collect, release. This is the rebound and explosion after the suppression of soul power and qi.

The air exploded with a loud bang!

One punch.

Dai Yueheng felt as if he had been hit by a solid, fixed-mount soul-guided cannon. His alloy soul-guided prosthetic limb, designed purely for killing, bent and twisted at an abnormal angle with a piercing, teeth-grinding sound. Dai Yueheng let out a shrill scream, and the force of the punch sent him flying backward several feet. He tumbled in mid-air before finally regaining his balance and crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He was stunned.

Golden Dragon?

But his White Tiger Martial Soul is not weak either! Even the Golden Dragon, the ancestor of power, couldn't possibly suppress him across such a vast difference in cultivation level!

Little did he know that every single one of Kong Tingxi's spirit rings was a carefully selected power-type spirit ring, and all of her spirit skills could be summed up in just two words—amplification.

Her first soul skill is the amplification of the power of the Golden Dragon, her second soul skill is the further amplification of the power of the Golden Dragon, her third soul skill is the continued amplification of the power of the Golden Dragon, and her fourth soul skill is the super amplification of the power of the Golden Dragon.

With the pure power of her four soul skills stacked together, her instantaneous burst of power had reached a terrifying level that even a Title Douluo could not underestimate.

A pure Golden Dragon Martial Soul, a powerful offensive Soul Master, capable of overcoming all attacks with sheer force.

Dai Yueheng felt a surge of blood rush to his head, and together with Yu Tianlong, who had just recovered, they surrounded Kong Tingxi from the left and right, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

……

"Zhou Yi and Fan Yu have been executed, and the whereabouts of all the traitors have been ascertained. There is no need to worry anymore!"

In the very center, within the imperial carriage—which should have been the most crucial spot but had been overlooked by everyone—a sharp shout suddenly rang out.

The Sun Moon Empire and the newly formed Holy Spirit Cult were not to be trifled with any hidden conspiracies. In fact, this was a deliberate act by them, and they had been prepared for it all along. The so-called lone princess was nothing more than a trap.

At this moment, the voice of Empress Xu Tianzhen finally rang out.

Thus, the Sun and Moon side received the order.

"boom--!"

Xuanji Douluo was slammed directly to the ground from a height of 100 meters by the silver-white giant. Soil and rocks flew everywhere, and a deep pit with a diameter of 10 zhang appeared. Xuanji Douluo lay at the bottom of the pit, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and the light of his umbrella-shaped martial soul dimmed and was about to be extinguished.

"puff--"

Xu Sanshi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew backward dozens of feet like a city gate being hit by a battering ram. He crashed into two large trees that were as thick as two people could hug before barely stopping. He knelt on the ground, clutching his left shoulder, his face full of disbelief.

A golden orb of light slowly rose from the imperial carriage. Within the orb, Xu Tianzhen, clad in the robes of the Sun Emperor and wearing a golden crown, had her crimson ninth soul ring glowing beneath her feet.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!

Including the 900,000-year-old Three-Legged Golden Crow Soul Ring, Xu Tianzhen's nine Soul Rings were now shining with an incomparably intense light, just like nine real suns.

The rubble on the ground began to melt, flowing out dark red lava.

Nine suns soaring in the sky!

A soul skill with a history of 100,000 years: The Golden Crow Descends.

Dai Yueheng and Yu Tianlong didn't even have time to react. The nine golden suns suddenly magnified before them, filling their entire field of vision. Faced with that absolute light and heat, they didn't even have time to feel pain before their entire bodies were completely engulfed by the golden flames, turning into ashes. They disappeared from the world without even being able to utter a scream.

Dai Yueheng, the White Tiger Prince of the Star Luo Empire, a nine-ring titled Douluo, perished.

Yu Tianlong, the patriarch of the Eight-Ring Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan and the master of the Heavenly Dragon Gate, perished.

A look of horror flashed in Xuanji Douluo's eyes. He and Dai Yueheng had joined forces, thinking they could take advantage of the enemy's weakened defenses after their experts were lured away, capture their target within a few breaths, and then retreat calmly.

But he never expected that the eldest princess's strength alone far exceeded their expectations, and the moment the Sun Empress unexpectedly appeared and personally took action, the outcome of this assassination was already sealed.

He didn't have time to think any further.

Long Aotian's figure had already appeared behind him. Although this acting sect leader of the Body Sect was lax in his attitude towards many affairs of the empire, and his only interest seemed to be beating up Xiao Hongchen in the martial arts arena, he was still the personal disciple of the previous Body Douluo, a nine-ring titled Douluo, and possessed the terrifying combat power of a top-level Body Martial Soul.

His speed was so fast that Xuanji Douluo didn't even have time to turn around. His silver-white hand blade, as sharp as a scalpel, sliced ​​into the back of Xuanji Douluo's neck as smoothly as cutting into a block of tofu. The soul power fluctuations that erupted from the edge of his palm shattered Xuanji Douluo's cervical spine and brain into pieces.

Xuanji Douluo, fallen.

The whole process took no more than ten breaths.

Xu Sanshi just stared at Bei Bei, as if his own defeat was more unacceptable to him than the overall failure of the plan.

"Impossible...you, how could you..." His voice trailed off.

His cultivation level was clearly no worse than Bei Bei's. Both of them were titled Douluo. Although part of his cultivation level was passed down to him by a certain elder of the Sea God Pavilion before his death, his soul ring configuration was even better, with a 100,000-year soul ring!

How could we lose? And lose so badly?

Xu Sanshi's face was pale and lifeless. Jiang Nannan's figure kept flashing before his eyes, as if everything that happened when the Xuanwu Martial Soul evolved back then had happened again, only the protagonist had changed. What was even more terrifying was that he actually felt a heartfelt joy from it.

And a passion that should never exist.

"Was this palm strike also a display of supreme power? I sensed the shadow of Elder Xuan within it. Did I still lose in terms of inheritance?"

His lips trembled as he tried his best to focus on the two intertwined figures behind Beibei.

“No, this is my own path.” Bei Bei slowly withdrew his palm, looking at Xu Sanshi with an undisguised weariness and regret in his voice. “I call it, Bei Niu Zhang (Bei Niu Palm).”

"you……"

Xu Sanshi's eyes widened slightly.

"You actually get excited about something like this?!"

"Sanshi, surrender." Beibei withdrew her hand and stood up, her expression indifferent.

"Surrender?" Xu Sanshi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"Surrender? Surrender to those who destroyed my sect and ruined my country?"

"Useless!" Xu Sanshi pointed at Xuanji Douluo's corpse, his tone almost manic mockery. "I discovered this during the last Soul Hunt. The Star Luo Empire's useless soldiers are indeed unreliable!"

He slowly stood up, blood still seeping from the wound on his left shoulder, but there was no sign of retreat on his face. Instead, a strange fervor, as if victory was in sight, appeared on his face.

Xu Sanshi looked up at the sky, towards the edge of the faintly visible dark green forest—

"You bastards of the Sun and Moon Empire, do you think I wouldn't dare use myself as cover?"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and the front of his clothes was torn apart by a violent surge of soul power, revealing the black soul tool close to his body. The smile on his face carried an indescribable happiness.

"Junior Brother is still useful after all. At least he showed me what can destroy you."

A black light shone from his chest, and an eerie fluctuation spread across the stars with an unstoppable force.

"Die—!"

Bebe's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively lunged forward, golden lightning surging rapidly around him in an attempt to stop the destructive power from spreading, but it was too late.

Xu Tianzhen and her daughter remained unmoved by this. Kong Tingxi had even put down her boxing stance and was wiping the bloodstains on the back of her hand with a silk handkerchief.

In the distance, towards the Starry Sky Forest, a blinding white light shot into the sky.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth, and the twentieth. Twenty beams of white light, like giant spears piercing the sky, tore the entire sky apart with hideous cracks.

The white light reached its highest point and then exploded, transforming into twenty enormous mushroom clouds, each covering an area of ​​tens of feet in radius. Terrifying shockwaves spread in all directions from the explosion's epicenter, turning trees to dust, melting rocks into lava, and even creating a huge circular hole in the clouds above.

Meanwhile, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, twenty dark golden claws swung through the air, attempting to intercept the energy extending towards the forest's core.

But despite Xu Sanshi's long-term planning, Xiong Da and Xiong Er's efforts were ultimately in vain.

The black waves swept across the area like a tide, seemingly tearing open the harmonious aura of the entire Star Dou Great Forest, releasing an indescribable aura—

Ancient, profound, cold, and vast, like an endless ocean overflowing from it.

Silver light gushed out from the crack, like liquid moonlight, flowing, spreading, and expanding along the edge of the crack.

Wherever the light passed, everything melted silently, even the air was distorted and deformed in the light, assimilated into that cold and pure color.

An indescribable sense of oppression spread outwards, like an invisible mountain descending from the sky, pressing down on everyone's heart.