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

He hadn't even released his martial spirit; one hand was still protecting Wang Dong'er in his arms, while the other hung at his side, his expression as calm as if nothing had happened.

The next second, two figures darted out from the stands, moving as fast as lightning, landing on the competition stage from the left and right.

On the left was a young man in a green robe, with a cold and stern face. His eyebrows and eyes were full of the arrogance and majesty of the dragon clan. His green eyes were vertical pupils, exuding a domineering aura. He was none other than the Azure Bull Python Daming.

On the right was a burly man over two meters tall, his muscles bulging like a small mountain, his dark golden skin gleaming with a metallic sheen, and his large, round eyes blazing with fury—it was none other than the Titan Giant Ape, Erming.

The two kings of the Star Dou Great Forest, two 100,000-year-old soul beasts, and now the lackeys of God King Tang San, stood before Xu Yanli.

Their gazes weren't on Xu Yanli, but fixed entirely on Wang Dong'er, who was unconscious in his arms. The coldness in Da Ming's eyes intensified, while the anger on Er Ming's face was almost overflowing.

"Let her go."

Da Ming spoke, his voice not loud, yet carrying the imposing aura of a high-ranking dragon, brooking no resistance. The aura of the Slow Domain behind him surged, ready to strike at any moment.

Without a word, Erming took a step forward, and the entire arena shook when he landed. The dark gold color of the gravity field deepened instantly, and the weight on Xu Yanli's shoulders more than doubled. The bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracked with fine lines, spreading out like a spider web.

Xu Yanli glanced at the two of them, remained silent for a few seconds, and gently placed Wang Dong'er on the ground. His movements were still slow and gentle, and he even used his arm to support her head, afraid that she would bump into something.

Chapter 172 War!

After settling Wang Dong'er in, he straightened up and looked directly at the two 100,000-year-old soul beasts, his tone as calm as if he were talking about everyday matters: "You two don't stay in the Star Dou Great Forest, but run wild in human territory. Do you really think the Sun Moon Empire has no one left?"

Da Ming's pupils contracted slightly; he sensed the aura of a god-king.

But that doesn't matter; Tang San's orders are paramount.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Erming had a fiery temper to begin with, and seeing Wang Dong'er unconscious, he couldn't stand it anymore and didn't want to waste any more words on him.

The sixth spirit ring lit up instantly, not the red of an ordinary 100,000-year-old spirit beast, but a unique dark gold—indestructible, absolute defense! A layer of dark gold aura surged from his body, enveloping him completely.

Immediately afterwards, the eighth spirit ring lit up, a desperate gamble!

Erming pulled his arms back sharply, and in the void, a dark golden ball of pure gravity formed in his palm. It was about the size of a basketball, but the power inside was more than enough to flatten a small mountain.

"Die!"

He roared and hurled the ball of light away.

The dark golden orb, trailing a fiery tail, hurtled straight towards Xu Yanli's face like a shooting star. Wherever it passed, space itself distorted, the ground was churned into a deep trench, and dust and debris flew everywhere. This was the Titan Ape's signature killing move—extreme power combined with gravity manipulation—capable of crushing anything it touched into dust.

Xu Yanli looked at the whistling ball of light, without dodging or flinching, and without making any unnecessary movements. He slowly raised his right hand and gently clenched his fist.

In that instant, he released his martial spirit.

It's neither a true martial soul form nor a powerful soul skill; it's just the most ordinary martial soul possession.

The phantom of a twelve-winged angel flashed past him, too fast to see clearly, but in that instant, holy light surged out like a tide, instantly washing away the double domains that enveloped the arena.

Da Ming's expression changed drastically, and Er Ming's pupils also contracted.

Their domains weren't just neutralized, they were completely shattered! The sluggish cyan aura melted instantly upon encountering the holy light, like snow meeting the sun; the dark golden gravity aura vanished without a trace, like paper meeting fire.

The incredibly powerful dark golden orb suddenly stopped three feet away from Xu Yanli, hovering in mid-air, unable to move an inch no matter how much it struggled.

Xu Yanli stared expressionlessly at the ball of light, then released his fist. The ball of light instantly shattered into countless dark golden specks, which fell to the ground and created small craters.

Before the light even touched the ground, the other person had already vanished.

Erming's heart tightened. He couldn't catch Xu Yanli's trail at all, and couldn't even sense his aura. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

The next second, an extremely terrifying force slammed into his stomach.

It was just an ordinary punch, without any soul skill enhancement or soul power explosion; it was just a slender fist that landed solidly on him.

His indestructible aura, touted as absolute defense, shattered instantly like paper before this punch, even the remnants were blasted away by the force of the blow. Erming's massive body, over two meters tall, was sent flying, his body arched like a shrimp, and he spat out a mouthful of dark golden blood.

He flew out faster than he rushed up, slamming heavily into the protective barrier of the arena. The barrier shook several times, its light flickering, and it almost shattered. Erming slid down the wall, collapsing to the ground, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath, too painful to even stand.

One punch!

Just one punch!

The 100,000-year-old Titan Giant Ape, which dominates the soul beast world with its strength and defense, was crippled by a single punch even with its strongest defense activated, leaving it powerless to fight back.

The Ming Dynasty didn't dare to make a move, not because it didn't want to, but because it dared not.

He could clearly feel Xu Yanli's aura locking onto him, like prey being targeted by its natural enemy, radiating danger from head to toe, every cell screaming for him to run. But he couldn't run; Wang Dong'er was right behind him.

Da Ming's eyes turned completely cold. Without further hesitation, he unleashed his strongest killing move.

The eighth spirit ring lights up, the Demon-Slaying Dragon Ring!

A beam of cyan light shot into the sky, transforming into a giant cyan dragon that coiled around the arena, the barrier continuously shrinking inwards, its scales gleaming coldly, as if to crush everything inside.

At the same time, the right arm bone soul skill was activated, Azure Annihilation Thunder!

A cyan thunder dragon took shape outside the barrier, roaring to the sky. The dragon's roar was so loud that the people in the stands covered their ears. The thunder dragon, carrying destructive power, descended from the sky and struck Xu Yanli directly.

The coiled dragon traps people, while the annihilating thunder kills them. This is the ultimate move of the Ming Dynasty, which has been used to slay many powerful enemies in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Xu Yanli stood in the center of the barrier, looking up at the approaching thunder dragon, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He then released his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Form: Sun and Moon Holy Prayer Angel of Revelation.

The phantom of the twelve-winged angel of revelation solidified completely behind him, its gilded and silver wings blotting out the sky, with a sun and a moon hanging on its left and right sides respectively. Divine runes flowed across its body, and holy light instantly filled the entire Panlong Barrier.

The Sun and Moon Holy Prayer Apocalypse Domain has been forcibly activated!

The moment the domain and the barrier collided, the Demon-Subduing Dragon Ring let out a mournful dragon roar. Cracks instantly covered the azure dragon's body, and the next second it shattered into countless points of light. The barrier also collapsed.

The two lightning dragons formed from azure lightning were instantly vaporized upon encountering the holy light of the angel's true form, without any chance of resistance, just like water droplets falling into a furnace.

Da Ming's face turned pale, and he staggered back several steps. His strongest killing move couldn't even last a second against Xu Yanli.

Xu Yanli slowly retracted his Martial Soul True Body, his twelve wings gradually closing, and his domain dissipating. He stood amidst the scattered blue light spots, his white robes spotless, his expression remaining calm.

He raised his right hand, clenched it gently, and dark purple destructive power surged from his palm, transforming into two chains that darted out like serpents and instantly wrapped around the necks of Da Ming and Er Ming.

It wasn't a powerful soul skill, just a simple condensation of destructive power, yet the aura emanating from the chains instantly froze the two 100,000-year-old soul beasts, preventing them from moving an inch. They knew that if they dared to struggle, the chains would tighten immediately, and they would lose both their martial souls and their lives.

Da Ming gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, yet he was helpless; Er Ming lay sprawled on the ground, his anger long gone, replaced only by utter horror.

They lost, completely and utterly, without any strength to resist.

The two resurrected divine beasts standing at the top of the soul beasts were crushed by a nineteen-year-old human in less than a few dozen breaths.

Xu Yanli looked down at the two of them, his eyes indifferent, without pride, mockery, or pity, as if he were looking at two insignificant things.

"By disrupting the competition, the Haotian Sect deserves to be executed."

Chapter 173 Imprisonment

No one dared to utter a single word; the deathly silence was suffocating.

Shrek and his group looked extremely grim. Beibei clenched his fists tightly, blue lightning crackling between his fingers. He was holding his breath, but couldn't utter a single word.

Xu Sanshi stood beside him, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his eyes filled with despair, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

The members of the Body Sect looked at each other, speechless.

Poison Undying's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air. He didn't even notice that half the tea had spilled and soaked his robes. His eyes were fixed on the white figure on the competition stage. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally sighed softly, "This kid... is as extraordinary as ever."

Long Aotian sat beside him, veins throbbing on his forehead, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but when he caught a glimpse of Du Busi shaking his head slightly, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, his face turning a frighteningly pale.

The envoys, who originally belonged to the Three Kingdoms, were so frightened they almost lost their souls.

The Star Luo Empire envoy slumped in his chair, his face as white as paper, his lips trembling incessantly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

The envoy from the Heavenly Soul Empire was even worse off; his legs were too weak to stand, and he was only able to stay upright thanks to the support of his attendants.

The envoy from the Douling Empire could barely stand, but his legs were shaking like a leaf, and cold sweat poured down his forehead, soaking him completely.

They had originally hoped that the gods would descend and help them, and even if that didn't work, there was still Shrek Academy. They even thought that although the Sun Moon Empire had powerful soul guidance technology, they still had powerful soul masters.

But at this moment, the illusion shattered.

The people of the Sun and Moon Empire stood there, mouths agape, speechless for a long time.

Some people stared wide-eyed, some covered their mouths tightly, and some dropped their flags on the ground, but no one bent down to pick them up. They were all stunned by the scene on the stage.

The vast arena, filled with 150,000 spectators, was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Only the wind, whipping up the flags scattered on the stands, fluttering loudly, became the only sound in this deathly silence.

Soon, a member of the Sun Moon Empire shouted, "Long live the Carefree King! Long live the Carefree King!"

Then, a deafening roar of "Long live!" echoed throughout the entire arena.

Xu Yanli had no intention of responding at all, nor did she have the inclination to.

He glanced down at Da Ming and Er Ming, who were sprawled on the ground, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at two ordinary stones, without the slightest ripple.

He then raised his left hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and dark purple destructive power slowly surged from his palm, condensing into a thin chain that floated out and wrapped around Wang Dong'er's waist.

The chain looked thin, but it was incredibly stable. With a gentle pull, Wang Dong'er's body slowly rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air, perfectly steady, as if gently supported by an invisible hand, without even the hem of her clothes getting messed up.

Xu Yanli turned around and slowly walked towards the contestant passage.

Her moon-white robes were gently lifted by the wind, the jade fan at her waist swayed slightly, and her steps were unhurried, exactly the same as when she went on stage.

There was no arrogance of winning the game, no triumph of crushing the opponent, not even the slightest extra expression on his face. He just walked along calmly, as if he were taking an ordinary stroll.

Da Ming, Er Ming, and Wang Dong'er were chained together and followed him without moving.

There was no struggle, no resistance, not even a sound. Only the chains dragged on the bluestone pavement, making a soft, scraping sound that was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent arena.

Da Ming lowered his head, staring at the chains wrapped around his neck.

The dark purple light was faint and not dazzling, but the ring around his neck sent chills down his spine.

It was a fear that seeped from the very marrow of your bones, like encountering a natural enemy. Every cell in your body was screaming for danger, yet you couldn't even muster the slightest thought of running away.

He was so powerful that he was terrified from the bottom of his heart, so composed that he couldn't breathe, and what's even more absurd is that this person was only nineteen years old!

A nineteen-year-old human broke his Azure Annihilation Thunder with one hand, and destroyed Er Ming's Vajra Indestructible with one punch. He didn't even use his full strength in his Martial Soul True Body. It was like casually swatting two flies, crushing them from the clouds into the mud.

Da Ming closed his eyes, and the image of the chaotic light shattering the projection of the sea god instantly flashed into his mind.

Even Tang San back then couldn't compare to this guy.

The current Tang San is no longer capable.

terrible!

Erming also lowered his head, staring at his trembling hands.