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

The teacup in Du Busi's hand shattered on the ground with a "crack," and the scalding tea splashed onto his hand, but he didn't feel it at all. His eyes were fixed on the figure on the competition stage, his face full of horror.

On the high platform, Xu Tianran gripped the handrail tightly, his knuckles turning white. He turned to look at Le Zhengyang beside him, whose expression was equally solemn, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

This aura is terrifying, so terrifying that even a Limit Douluo feels fear. This is the true power of a god!

On the competition stage, the "Wang Dong'er" at this moment is no longer herself.

He spoke slowly, his voice no longer a clear, girlish one, but deep and majestic, like the roar of waves and the explosion of thunder: "Ninth Soul Skill, Descent of the Sea God!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a phantom image of a vast ocean appeared out of thin air behind Wang Dong'er, with rolling waves and towering billows. A huge trident of the sea god rose from the sea, radiating golden light, with its tip pointing straight to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom of the Sea God Tang San slowly condensed behind her.

It wasn't a blurry phantom, but a figure that was crystal clear to everyone present: long blue hair, a majestic face, holding the trident of Poseidon, with endless waves behind him.

The real Sea God, Tang San, has descended to the mortal realm in the body of his daughter!

The powerful divine might pressed down, and the ordinary people in the stands collapsed to the ground, too weak to even lift their heads.

The Soul Masters gritted their teeth and endured, their legs trembling uncontrollably; even the Title Douluo level experts were pale-faced and covered in cold sweat.

But at that moment, Xu Yanli on the competition stage smiled.

The smile was faint, with only a slight upward curve at the corners of the mouth.

But in his eyes, there was no fear, no tension, only the joy of finally reaching his goal.

He was never waiting for Wang Dong'er; he had always been waiting for Tang San!

From the day he took off his mask in Star Luo City four years ago, from the day he formed the Angel Legion to wipe out the evil Soul Masters, from the day he broke through to the Limit Douluo level, he had been waiting for this moment!

Tang San, you've finally arrived!

Xu Yanli clasped his hands together, his fingers interlocked.

The next second, two completely different forces within him erupted simultaneously!

The power of life and the power of destruction mingled wildly within his body, no longer repelling each other, like two rushing rivers flowing through his meridians and finally converging in his palm.

On his left palm, the emerald green life runes instantly lit up, representing the divine power of the Goddess of Life; on his right palm, the dark purple power of destruction carried a violent and majestic aura of destruction.

One life, one death; the two divine runes intertwined and entwined, the two divine powers perfectly fused together.

Xu Yanli poured all of his Limit Douluo soul power into it without reservation!

At this moment, the aura emanating from him was so terrifying that it was suffocating. It was no longer the power of a mortal, but the power of a god!

Even more terrifying than ordinary gods!

That is the power of the two gods, the fusion of life and destruction, the primordial power at the beginning of creation, before chaos was divided!

Xu Yanli's figure slowly rose into the air amidst the light, and the twelve-winged angel phantom behind him solidified completely, with the left wing being emerald green, the right wing being dark purple, and the middle wing merging into a chaotic white.

His entire being transformed into a chaotic mass of light.

"Soul Fusion Skill, Genesis Judgment!"

His voice emanated from the light, carrying an otherworldly majesty.

As soon as he finished speaking, chaotic light crashed down from the sky!

This light was so fast that it surpassed the perception of a Limit Douluo and the capture of divine sense. This was not speed, but the law of the origin of heaven and earth!

The beam of light struck the illusory image of Tang San, the Sea God, with pinpoint accuracy.

This is not an ordinary attack, but a judgment!

Judge this wisp of divine thought from the lower realm, and pronounce judgment on this high and mighty deity who treats all living beings as pawns!

The moment the light fell, the entire Mingdu trembled, even the space itself shook, and the laws of heaven and earth resonated.

The illusory image of Tang San, the Sea God, froze on the spot the moment it was struck by the light. For the first time, a look of horror appeared on his majestic face, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.

He sensed the essence of this light, a primordial law that was older and purer than the authority of the sea god!

"Do not--!"

The phantom let out a roar, its voice filled with shock and rage.

But it was no use. A crack started spreading from the phantom's forehead, and like shattered porcelain, it quickly spread across its entire body.

Just one strike!

Tang San's divine sense, which descended to the mortal realm, was completely shattered by this Creation Judgment, leaving not even a trace!

Blue light spots scattered across the sky, and Tang San's final roar completely disappeared into the wind.

Meanwhile, in the divine realm thousands of miles away, at the Temple of the Sea God.

Tang San sat on the throne, holding the Trident of the Sea God in his hand, watching the competition in the lower realm through the light screen.

He wasn't worried at all. He was the Sea God, the enforcer of the divine realm. With a wisp of divine thought protecting his daughter, mortals simply couldn't withstand it.

But just as the chaotic light shone, Tang San suddenly felt an excruciating pain from the depths of his soul!

It wasn't physical pain, but the excruciating pain of having one's mind crushed and one's soul torn apart!

With a loud crash, the Trident of the Sea God slammed heavily to the ground. Tang San couldn't help but let out a shrill scream as he fell off the throne, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

His divine sense was completely crushed!

That terrifying power, through the connection of divine thoughts, directly impacted the very essence of his divine nature!

Hearing the screams, Xiao Wu rushed in. Seeing Tang San curled up on the ground, his face pale, she panicked and threw herself at him, hugging him tightly: "Third Brother! Third Brother, what happened to you!"

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Chapter 171 The Great Ming, the Two Ming, and the Two Licking Beasts

Wang Dong'er's body plummeted straight down from mid-air, like a withered leaf swept away by the autumn wind, light and without any strength.

Her long, light blue hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and her pale gold dress billowed in the air, clinging tightly to her body.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was as white as paper, and the blood at the corner of her mouth had long since dried, leaving a dark red mark.

She completely lost consciousness.

She lost consciousness the moment the projection of the sea god descended and was shattered by that primordial judgment.

The backlash from divine sense, the shock of the martial soul, and the complete collapse of soul power—these three blows combined were too much for even a Title Douluo's body to withstand.

Everything was fine until Xu Yanli's attack just now...

In the stands, the Shrek seating area instantly descended into chaos.

Beibei jumped up, causing the chair behind her to overturn and crash to the ground with a loud thud, making everyone around turn around to look.

His face was ashen, and the lightning of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex crackled uncontrollably across his body. Anyone with eyes could see that he was furious beyond measure.

Xu Sanshi also suddenly stood up. The phantom of the Xuanming Turtle flickered behind him, layer upon layer of shield shadows stacking up, about to rush towards the arena. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and blood slowly seeped from between his fingers, but he felt no pain at all.

At this moment, Xuanzi was like a turtle hiding its head, not daring to move.

They all wanted to rush up and immediately run onto the stage to carry Wang Dong'er down, but they couldn't.

The match wasn't over yet, and the referee hadn't called a stop. If any outsider dared to step on it, Shrek would be committing a violation, and they would lose all face they had accumulated over the years.

They could only watch helplessly as Wang Dong'er fell, and as Xu Yanli, standing in the center of the stage, remained motionless from beginning to end.

The speed of the fall was too fast. Before the gasps from the stands could even be uttered, her body was about to crash into the hard bluestone slab. If she fell, she would be crippled if not killed.

At this critical moment, Xu Yanli made a move.

He took one step forward, just one step.

But as soon as his feet touched the ground, he instantly appeared directly below Wang Dong'er. This was not due to speed or teleportation; it was more like the space beneath his feet was shortened, and he arrived at his destination in the blink of an eye.

He reached out and caught her steadily, his movements so gentle it was almost as if he were catching a feather.

With one hand supporting her back and the other around her waist, he held her steadily without the slightest jolt.

Wang Dong'er leaned her head against his shoulder, her brows still tightly furrowed, as if she were having a nightmare, but at least she wouldn't fall to the ground and suffer anymore.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The arena, filled with 150,000 people, was completely silent; everyone stared wide-eyed at the stage.

The white-robed youth who had single-handedly destroyed the divine projection was now catching his opponent with such gentleness.

Xu Yanli lowered his head and looked at the girl in his arms.

Her face was very small, not even the size of her palm, with long eyelashes drooping down, casting a small shadow under her eyes.

Her lips were dry and chapped, completely devoid of color, and her breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible; she looked exceptionally pitiful.

Forget it, we're classmates, and besides, this guy was screwed over even worse by his dad.

He watched quietly for a while before raising his right hand, and his first spirit ring slowly lit up: Holy Prayer - Sun and Moon Healing.

A soft white light emanated from his palm, condensing into a single beam that precisely entered Wang Dong'er's chest. The moonlight-like healing light, carrying a warm life force, slowly traveled along her meridians, filling her empty body.

The soul wounds left by the backlash of divine thoughts were gradually soothed by the holy light; the chaotic soul power caused by the martial soul was slowly straightened out; and the broken meridians healed rapidly under the nourishment of life energy.

After a short while, Wang Dong'er's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, her breathing became steady, and a faint blush appeared on her pale face. The dried bloodstain at the corner of her mouth was also completely wiped away by the holy light.

The person is still unconscious, but at least their life is no longer in danger.

Just as Xu Yanli withdrew his hand and was about to straighten up, two terrifying auras suddenly exploded from the direction of the stands!

Not one, but two!

A blue aura, carrying the oppressive power of the dragon race and the ferocity of thunder, pressed down from the sky.

Another dark golden aura, carrying the bloodline power of the ancient Titans, was as heavy as a mountain, causing the ground of the entire Soul Arena to tremble slightly.

Slow-movement zone and gravity zone, activated simultaneously!

A cyan aura spread from one corner of the stands, making the air sticky and viscous wherever it passed; a dark golden aura followed closely behind, and the two domains intertwined, instantly enveloping the entire arena.

The audience in the stands felt a sudden heaviness, making it difficult to even breathe. Several low-level Soul Masters collapsed into their chairs, their faces pale, unable to even lift their hands.

Xu Yanli, standing at the very center of the domain, bears pressure a hundred or a thousand times greater than that of ordinary people.

The force of sluggishness clung to his limbs and bones, making every movement difficult. The weight of gravity pressed down on his shoulders as if he were carrying a mountain, threatening to bend his knees and break his spine.

But he just stood there, completely still.