Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

It landed on that blond-haired man in white, who always had a nonchalant demeanor.

"I'll go alone."

She spoke, her voice not loud, but every word was clear, which startled Beibei and Xu Sanshi.

Bei Bei's brows furrowed instantly, and she spoke urgently, "Wang Dong'er, are you crazy? Even if he hasn't made a move, he's still a level 99 Limit Douluo! You alone—"

“I know.” Wang Dong’er interrupted him directly, her tone unusually calm. “Precisely because you know, it’s useless for you to go up there; you’ll just be throwing your lives away.”

She didn't turn around, her voice lowered, as if speaking to Beibei, or perhaps to herself: "This is between him and me."

Beibei wanted to try to persuade him further, but Xu Sanshi stopped her with a raised hand. Xu Sanshi shook his head at him, his meaning clear: persuasion was useless.

Some roads you have to walk alone; some battles you have to fight alone.

That night, the lights at Shrek's camp stayed on all night long.

In particular, the candles in Wang Dong'er's room burned until almost dawn.

She sat at the table, a blank sheet of paper in front of her. She picked up a pen, wrote and tore it up, tore it up and wrote again, going through this process countless times, but in the end, she didn't leave a single word. She simply folded the ink-stained, crumpled paper into a paper crane and placed it on the windowsill, letting the morning breeze carry it out into the yard.

Looking at the Prince Xiaoyao's mansion, it was eerily quiet.

There were no lights on all night, no tense atmosphere; everything was exactly the same as usual, even calmer than usual.

Xu Yanli went to bed very early; the study light went out just after nine o'clock at night.

When Luo Xu passed by, he secretly peeked in and saw that his prince was lying on the bed fully clothed, breathing steadily, and sleeping very soundly.

Silent all night.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the fighting arena outside the south gate of Mingdu was already packed with people.

The stands, which can hold 150,000 people, were packed to the brim, with people even standing in the aisles.

Some people arrived before dawn to secure a spot, while others traveled overnight from other places, all just to witness this battle that was destined to be recorded in history.

Everyone is waiting for the Xiaoyao Pavilion to face off against Shrek Academy, and for the Xiaoyao Pavilion to once again trample Shrek Academy's glory underfoot.

Chapter 169 Level 99 Limit Douluo

On the high platform, Xu Tianran sat next to the emperor's throne, his face cold and his eyes fixed on the arena. The seat next to him was empty, reserved for Xu Yanli, but today, Xu Yanli would not sit here.

Today, he will stand on the competition stage.

At Shrek Academy's seats, Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi, Ling Luochen, and others were already seated. Their faces looked expressionless, but their knuckles were white from gripping the armrests so tightly.

In the seating area of ​​the Sun and Moon Empire, Xiao Hongchen sat with his legs crossed, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, looking nonchalant, but his eyes never left the contestant passage.

Meng Hongchen sat beside him, holding Zhu Qingbingchan in her arms, her little spirit, her eyes revealing an undisguised nervousness.

Around eight o'clock in the morning, a long horn sounded suddenly, echoing throughout the entire Soul Arena.

Two figures emerged from the shadows of the players' tunnel almost simultaneously.

On the left is Wang Dong'er, with long, light blue hair draped over her shoulders. She wears a light gold dress with a matching ribbon tied around her waist. Her steps are steady, and her expression is calm.

She walked slowly, but each step was firm and steady. She completely concealed her spiritual energy, making it impossible for anyone to fathom her strength.

On the right is Xu Yanli, wearing a moon-white brocade robe with a matching cloak over it. His golden hair is tied back, and he always carries a jade fan with him at his waist.

He walked even slower, even with a touch of laziness, as if he were taking an afternoon stroll, not at all like someone who had come to fight a life-or-death battle.

All eyes of the 150,000 people in the audience were fixed on the two of them.

At that moment, the noise, discussions, and commotion in the entire arena vanished instantly, and everyone held their breath, waiting quietly.

The two walked onto the competition stage and stood a dozen steps apart.

The referee stood on the sidelines, his right hand raised, but he hesitated to lower it, waiting for the two players to be ready.

Wang Dong'er raised her head and looked at the young man in white opposite her.

Years ago, she looked up at him, blinded by his radiance. Years later, she could look him in the eye, but she still couldn't see through his strength.

"Let's begin," Wang Dong'er said.

Xu Yanli nodded slightly.

The referee swung his right hand down sharply, and the match officially began!

Wang Dong'er took a deep breath, shifted her feet slightly, took two steps back, and released her martial spirit!

The Goddess of Light Butterfly!

A dazzling golden light exploded from behind her, and a pair of enormous butterfly wings fully unfolded, with a wingspan of more than ten feet. The golden light flowed, and the golden patterns on the butterfly wings seemed to come alive, sparkling in the sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, nine spirit rings slowly rose from beneath her feet—eight black and one red—arranged neatly and rotating continuously.

A deafening roar erupted from the stands!

"Nine rings! He's a Title Douluo!"

"A twenty-year-old Title Douluo! Shrek Academy actually had such a powerful trump card hidden!"

"Look at the last spirit ring! It's red! That's a 100,000-year spirit ring!"

Amid a chorus of exclamations, Wang Dong'er raised her eyes, her gaze fixed directly on Xu Yanli, her voice clear and resonant throughout the entire Soul Arena: "Wang Dong'er, level ninety-one, title Winter Butterfly, please enlighten me."

At twenty years old, a level 91 Title Douluo is an unparalleled genius in any era or sect, worthy of being recorded in history.

Xu Yanli stood there, listening to her introduce herself, without the slightest ripple on her face. She simply nodded slightly and said in a calm tone, "Xu Yanli, level ninety-nine, title Qi Yao, please enlighten me."

Such a seemingly casual sentence, yet it was like a boulder thrown into the water, instantly creating a huge wave!

Level 99! Limit Douluo!

The 150,000 people in the stands gasped in unison, and the ensuing uproar was several times louder than before!

Some people stood up immediately, some covered their mouths in disbelief, and some were so frightened that they collapsed in their chairs.

"A nineteen-year-old Limit Douluo? How is that possible!"

"Throughout history, no one has ever reached this level before the age of twenty!"

"He was already a Soul Saint four years ago, and he reached the Limit Douluo level in just four years. His cultivation speed is simply inhuman!"

The entire arena was in complete chaos, with discussions, exclamations, and doubts all mixed together, creating a noisy and chaotic scene.

However, Wang Dong'er on the competition stage remained unusually calm upon hearing these words, showing no surprise or hesitation whatsoever.

She already knew.

Four years ago, when he withstood Xuanzi's attack with the strength of a seventh-ring Soul Saint, she understood that she could never catch up to this person in her lifetime.

But not being able to catch up doesn't mean you can't fight!

Wang Dong'er moved instantly! Her first spirit ring lit up suddenly, and the winged guillotine instantly condensed. The golden light on the edges of the butterfly wings surged, transforming into two sharp golden light blades that crossed and slashed towards Xu Yanli!

They go all out from the start, without any probing or hesitation, leaving no way out!

Xu Yanli stood still, without moving an inch, and simply raised his right hand and casually swiped it forward.

Without releasing any spirit rings or revealing any martial spirit, he simply made a light swipe, as easy as shooing away flying insects.

Wang Dong'er's golden light blade collided with that invisible force and shattered instantly, turning into countless golden light spots that scattered in the wind.

Wang Dong'er's expression remained unchanged, and her second soul ring lit up immediately afterward, the Butterfly God's Wrath!

The golden light on the butterfly wings surged wildly, and wave after wave of sharp soul power pressed down on Xu Yanli, even more fierce and ruthless than the previous attack. The golden light cut through the air, making a piercing sound.

Xu Yanli remained standing in the same spot, raised his left hand, and gently pushed forward with his palm facing forward.

A gentle yet unstoppable force surged from his palm, forming an invisible barrier. Wang Dong'er's attack struck it, shattering it like waves crashing against rocks.

Wang Dong'er gritted her teeth, and her third, fourth, and fifth spirit rings lit up simultaneously!

The three soul skills were unleashed simultaneously, perfectly coordinated, pressing down on Xu Yanli from all directions!

This is her strongest combo. During the inner court trial, she used this move to severely injure a level 95 Super Douluo in one strike!

As Xu Yanli looked at the golden light rushing towards him, a change finally appeared in his eyes. It wasn't solemnity or fear, but rather deep disappointment.

Is that all you've got?

He sighed softly.

The next second, he finally released his martial spirit.

There was no fierce outburst, nor any overwhelming pressure; rather, calmly and naturally, the phantom of a twelve-winged angel appeared behind him, its wings outstretched, and holy light flowing gently.

Nine spirit rings rose from beneath his feet. They were not the usual spirit ring configuration. Each one exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, a kind of age aura far exceeding that of ordinary spirit rings. Only a god-level martial soul could bear such a foundation.

The nine spirit rings lit up simultaneously, without any order, quietly radiating their light and enveloping the entire arena in a holy glow.

Chapter 170 The Sea God Descends!

All of Wang Dong'er's attacks vanished without a trace upon hitting this layer of light, without even a splash.

Standing in the light, Wang Dong'er looked at the composed Xu Yanli opposite her, and a trace of bitterness finally flashed in her eyes.

The gap was too large, so large that even with all her strength, she couldn't break through the opponent's defense.

Wang Dong'er took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

She did not admit defeat, did not back down, and did not give up.

She directly activated the divine thought hidden deep within her martial soul!

In an instant, Wang Dong'er's body stiffened abruptly, her long, light blue hair moved without wind, and her pale gold dress fluttered in the wind.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were enduring immense pain.

Then, she opened her eyes.

Those eyes were no longer Wang Dong'er's eyes.

His eye color changed from light blue to deep sea blue, and his pupils surged with towering waves, as if they contained an entire ocean.

Her aura had completely changed. It was no longer the aura of a level 91 Title Douluo, but a divine pressure that transcended mortals and swept wildly across the entire Soul Arena!

This is not human power, it is the will of the gods!

On the stands, Xuanzi suddenly stood up, his face changed drastically, and he couldn't say a word.