Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

The entire battle arena was instantly cut into two distinct halves.

Half of it shines with golden light, sacred and boundless, ready to cleanse the world of all darkness.

Half of it shone with a cold, silvery light, and roared with the might of a dragon, ready to tear apart all obstacles in its path.

"Holy Light!"

With a low shout, Yue Zhengyu unleashed a beam of holy light from his palm, which transformed into a thick pillar of light that swept down upon Na'er.

"Silver Dragon Slash!"

Na'er was not afraid at all. The silver dragon spear in her hand shone brightly, and the silver dragon phantom behind her let out a roar that shook the entire arena. She slashed the spear horizontally, and the sharp spear light tore through the holy light, heading straight for Le Zhengyu.

clang--!

Gold and silver collided with a deafening roar, the sound of metal clashing against metal echoing throughout the arena. A violent shockwave swept outwards from the two of them, even causing fine cracks to appear on the black stone floor of the battle arena.

Qian Gu Xing Ci's voice, amplified by the soul guide device, clearly resounded throughout the entire Soul Arena, perfectly embodying the role of the host: "After a series of tentative exchanges between the two sides, Silver Dragon has gained a slight advantage thanks to his domineering close-combat abilities!"

Le Zhengyu's expression hardened slightly. He knew perfectly well that he wouldn't gain any advantage in a head-on confrontation.

His angelic wings flapped suddenly, and his figure transformed into a golden streak of light, shooting straight into the sky and instantly creating distance between them.

He knew that the advantage of the Angelic Martial Soul lay in aerial combat and long-range attacks, so he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to fight Na'er in close combat again.

He moved at high speed through the sky, his wings flapping as countless tiny blades of holy light shot towards Na'er. He would strike only when there was an opening, never engaging her head-on, and would move on to a different location after each shot, mastering the art of hit-and-run tactics.

Just then, Qian Gu Xing Ci's commentary rang out again: "Shocking! Angel player's Angel Wings are not just for show, like one of his ancestors with the surname Qian!"

Le Zhengyu was initially indignant upon hearing the first half of the sentence, but upon hearing the words "ancestors of thousands of surnames," his vision went black, and he almost fell from mid-air.

What kind of respectable angel, wielding the strongest aerial combat spirit, would actually land and try to outmuscle the Clear Sky Hammer by taking its blow head-on?!

Is this reasonable? !

You agree, right, Ancestor Sendoryu?!

My ancestors have misled me!

He roared wildly in his heart, but his hands never stopped moving. Instead, he flew even higher, engraving the ancestral teachings into his DNA.

Never engage in close combat with someone after landing!

Na'er watched him fly around in the sky from the ground, hitting him and then running away. Her little face puffed up with anger, and she had nowhere to vent her frustration. She raised her voice and shouted, "Le Zhengyu! Come down here! What kind of hero hides like this! If you're so tough, come down and fight me head-on!"

Suspended a hundred meters in the air, Yue Zhengyu retorted confidently, "Is it reasonable for you to prevent angels from flying?"

The first rule of our family tradition is—never forget to utilize the ability of angels to fly!

Did you know? Behind every outrageous ancestral precept lies an ancestor who suffered greatly because of it!

He paused, then added in a serious tone, "Like the Body Sect, they suffered a great loss in the war ten thousand years ago because they didn't value soul tools."

As far as I know, the current sect leader of the Body Sect is so fanatical that he never lets go of his soul tool!

Qian Gu Xing Ci, standing on the host's platform, was both amused and exasperated. How could this involve quoting classical texts?

Na'er was so angry that she felt like she had punched a cotton ball, with no way to use her strength and feeling extremely frustrated.

Without further ado, her third spirit ring suddenly lit up, and a blinding silver light instantly swept across the entire arena.

A silver dragon soars through the sky!

A raging silver dragon spear light, several meters long, instantly condensed at the tip of the spear, its sharp aura tearing through space.

Na'er's eyes flashed, and she suddenly exerted force in her arm, throwing the silver dragon spear in her hand fiercely!

A silver light, like a shooting star, streaked through the sky, accompanied by a deafening dragon's roar, and shot straight toward Le Zhengyu high in the sky!

The ancient star's voice rang out again, serious: "Silver Dragon's run-up rhythm is perfect, and he has fully charged up his energy."

Okay, that shooting angle was textbook perfect!

Let's see the result... 105 meters! A new world record! Silver Dragon has broken the throwing record that had stood for many years!

The virtual audience below the stage erupted in thunderous cheers, while the two people on the field looked completely speechless.

I understand everything I understand.

High EQ: Breaking the record! Low EQ: Missing the shot.

Not just anyone can be a host!

Chapter 38 The host is warming up! (Please continue reading)

Le Zhengyu narrowly avoided the fatal blow by twisting his waist to the side, barely grazing the cold glint of the spear tip. The back of his tight-fitting clothes was soaked with cold sweat from the shock, clinging to his skin in a chilling way.

He took a deep breath to suppress his surging blood and qi, and his eyes suddenly became sharp as knives.

"The Sword of Judgment!"

He raised the Angelic Holy Sword high, completely merging the Judgment Light of his third soul skill with the holy sword.

As the holy light surged, a ten-zhang-long holy sword of judgment materialized above his head, carrying a blazing holy radiance that could burn away all evil spirits, and with unparalleled pressure, it slashed down towards Na'er!

Seeing this, Na'er not only did not back down, but her eyes ignited with even greater fighting spirit.

Her second spirit ring suddenly lit up, and the violent silver dragon power swept over her body like a tsunami!

"Second Soul Skill, Silver Dragon's Fury!"

In an instant, fine, cold silver dragon scales spread wildly from her neck, arms, and torso, covering her entire body in a flash, forming an indestructible dragon scale armor.

The cold, metallic luster shone brightly under the holy light.

The silver dragon spear in his hand went completely berserk, its shaft vibrating at a high frequency and emitting deafening dragon roars. Every inch of the spear was surrounded by the domineering power of the silver dragon, enough to shatter the internal organs of a Soul Master of the same level.

"Good timing!"

With a clear shout, Na'er stomped her foot hard on the Soul Arena, and the black stone ground instantly cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. She shot into the sky with her spear, and the silver dragon phantom behind her solidified completely, perfectly overlapping with her figure.

The next second, the Silver Dragon Spear and the Judgment Holy Sword collided with a deafening roar!

clang--!

The deafening clang of metal against metal resounded throughout the entire Soul Arena. Golden and silver light exploded in mid-air, forming an energy shockwave that swept across the entire arena, even causing violent ripples to appear on the protective array at the edge of the Soul Arena.

The virtual audience in the stands erupted in deafening screams and cheers, pushing the atmosphere to its absolute peak.

After the collision, Yue Zhengyu was jolted by the recoil, his blood and qi churning, a sweet and metallic taste rising in his throat, and the rhythm of the angel wings flapping behind him was disrupted.

He finally realized the gap between the two of them.

He had already exerted all his strength, but Na'er remained completely at ease throughout.

Continuing to fight would only bring shame upon ourselves.

He sheathed the angelic sword and wings, landed on the ground, and raised his hand with a wry smile: "I concede."

Na'er put away her gun, moved closer to him, and whispered, "Are you sure you still want to fight Xingci?"

Le Zhengyu gritted his teeth and said defiantly, "I don't believe he can kill me in one move! At worst, I'll avoid his attacks and fight him!"

He then lowered his voice, a sly glint in his eyes, and said, "How about... we team up? Two against one, we won't lose too badly!"

Han Tianyi, who was outside the arena, was a god in the illusionary space. With a wave of his hand, he instantly restored their soul power and condition to their peak.

On the stage, Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled and moved his wrists, his knuckles making a crisp, light crack.

Shocking! The host is warming up!

He leaped into the air and landed lightly in the center of the arena like a falling leaf.

He took a slow step forward, and a majestic and imposing aura swept over him like a tsunami.

The golden star mark between his eyebrows shone brightly, and four jet-black, ten-thousand-year-level soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, rotating in an orderly fashion. Around the edges of the rings were terrifying crimson-gold patterns.

That change occurred after he completely integrated the power of the sixth level of the Golden Dragon King.

The immense power of blood and qi spread out like a vast ocean, and countless stars faintly appeared in the virtual sky above, with the sea of ​​stars and the sea of ​​blood and qi gazing at each other from afar.

The sea and sky are different colors, and the scene is awe-inspiring!

Le Zhengyu's legs trembled slightly, and his heart pounded wildly.

With that kind of aura, can he really withstand a punch from the other party?

He abruptly turned to look at Na'er beside him, and seeing her nod emphatically, he instantly prepared himself mentally.

We have two people, while the Eternal Star Farewell has only one person; this is a victory!

Qian Gu Xing Ci couldn't even muster a single purple soul ring, while we had a full six thousand-year soul rings – this is a two-win situation!

The score is 2-0, a lead from the start, this is the third win!

Three wins in a row, the advantage is in our hands!

He raised his head proudly, ready to shout the battle cry, only to find that there was no one behind him.

Na'er had already moved to stand in front of Le Zhengyu and shielded him behind her.

Le Zhengyu was taken aback at first, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

The real masters love to play with contrasts. Na'er is reliable... my foot!

The next second, Na'er slowly turned around, and the tip of the silver dragon spear was pointing directly in his direction!

"Na'er! This is a betrayal! This is ungrateful! Didn't we just agree to be the best of comrades?!"

Le Zhengyu was on the verge of tears, completely dumbfounded. How could they have turned against him on the spot?

Na'er nodded confidently: "Yes! Civil war is still war, and even bad friends are still friends!"

"Besides, how could I be forgetting my roots and betraying you? My roots are with Xingci, who is my beloved family and friend!"

Joining forces with you to fight him would be truly ungrateful!

I, Na'er, am loyal!

Le Zhengyu completely lost his composure and turned to shout towards the sidelines, "Senior! Let me out! Save me quickly!"

Thus, this highly anticipated match between the two teams came to an abrupt end.

Once outside the illusionary space, Yue Zhengyu squatted in the corner of the corridor, drawing circles on the ground with a small twig, his whole body radiating grievance.

Na'er squatted down opposite him, staring at him with her big eyes very close, her face saying, "Dude, you're not really crying, are you?"