The towering Netherworld White Tiger stood majestically on the stage of fighting spirit.
Its terrifying aura came with immense pressure, making Yu Xiaowei slightly short of breath.
Initially, both of them only had the aura of Soul Sect members, but with the enhancement of their martial soul fusion skill, they were now comparable to a Soul King.
Yu Xiaowei took a few deep breaths and stared fearlessly at the Netherworld White Tiger.
According to the records in the original book, this famous martial soul fusion technique, though powerful, required an astonishing amount of soul power.
Essentially, it only had the power for two or three strikes.
Most people's first reaction upon facing the Netherworld White Tiger was to endure until the users lost their ability to fight due to excessive soul power consumption.
However, Yu Xiaowei had no intention of being a coward. Moreover, with his current physical strength, he might not be able to withstand the Netherworld White Tiger's attack.
Liu Erlong had taught him since he was young that the best defense is offense.
So, he prepared a grand feast for the Netherworld White Tiger.
His second soul skill: Demon Body.
Third soul skill: Atomic Fission.
A crystal blue halo began to glow from his tail fin, up along his dorsal fin, and into his eyes.
With the blessing of the Demon Body and Atomic Fission, the blue light this time was no longer blurry but sharp and dazzling.
"Does this kid really intend to attack the Netherworld White Tiger?"
Dai Tianfeng said in astonishment.
The Star Luo royal family and the Grand Duke Zhu family had intermarried for generations because of the Netherworld White Tiger fusion technique.
Whether in war, soul battles, or tournaments, once the Netherworld White Tiger appeared, all opponents would tremble in fear.
This was the first time he saw someone daring enough to take the initiative to attack the Netherworld White Tiger.
Even more outrageous, the one attacking was just a Soul Master. No matter how exceptional his combat power was, he was still a mere Soul Master.
You must know, after Davis and Zhu Zhuyun used their martial soul fusion technique, they were on par with Soul Kings.
"Hmph, just a moth flying into the flames."
Zhu Haonan, the current Grand Duke of the Zhu family, sneered coldly. He too had immense confidence in the Netherworld White Tiger.
At that moment, Yu Xiaowei opened his mouth wide, about to unleash a blue light orb.
The atomic reactor in his heart was operating at full speed, soul power being madly consumed and transformed into nuclear energy.
Waiting for the enemy to gather power to strike is the most foolish move on the battlefield.
The Netherworld White Tiger did not give Yu Xiaowei time to build strength. With a roar, it lunged fiercely.
As they moved, a massive fan-shaped beam of crystal blue light burst from Yu Xiaowei's mouth.
The Demon Body's attack increased by 100%, and Atomic Fission's breath damage also increased by 100%.
This time, the radiation heat beam reached the strongest level Yu Xiaowei could currently unleash.
All the "power buildup" was merely to distract the Netherworld White Tiger.
The radiation beam was ready long before the blue light reached his eyes.
He wasn't afraid of the Netherworld White Tiger's attack. He was afraid they would dodge upon sensing the radiation's power.
When the radiation burst forth, a strong sense of danger surged into Davis and Zhu Zhuyun's hearts.
But their massive body made evasion impossible—they could only roar and brace against the radiation heat beam.
Boom—
A loud explosion erupted from the Netherworld White Tiger upon impact, and its tiger roar echoed sharply across the area.
The strong smell of burning filled the air, and their attack was instantly halted, even showing signs of being repelled.
Seeing that the fusion wasn't undone, Yu Xiaowei didn't dare relax and kept intensifying his breath attack.
"How is this possible!!!"
Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Haonan, who were previously confident, could no longer sit still. They stood, staring anxiously at the stage.
The entire arena suddenly fell into silence.
A bead of cold sweat dripped from Zhu Haonan's forehead. He wanted to rush onto the stage to stop Yu Xiaowei, but due to the rules, he could only stand by and watch nervously.
Some students of the Star Luo Royal Academy were so frightened they collapsed. Even those still standing had cold limbs and trembling bodies.
It was hard to imagine that a mere Soul Master could unleash such a terrifying attack.
On the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's side, everyone waved their arms in shock, shouting repeatedly, "We're going to win! Hang in there!"
While resisting the radiation heat, the Netherworld White Tiger still tried to advance toward Yu Xiaowei, but after only two steps, it fell to the ground with a heavy crash, and its body began to vanish.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaowei immediately stopped the beam and shut his mouth.
As the Netherworld White Tiger disappeared, two scorched and smoking figures appeared on the ground.
Zhu Haoran, startled, rushed to the stage, calling for a healing soul master.
Dai Tianfeng's expression turned extremely grim. He glared at Yu Xiaowei, then flicked his sleeve and turned away without another word.
Seeing the Emperor leave, the audience dared not linger and hurriedly exited.
The injuries Davis and Zhu Zhuyun suffered looked serious, but were mostly superficial. Thanks to the healing master, they soon regained consciousness.
Seeing they were not badly hurt, Yu Xiaowei jumped off the stage.
"Xiaowei, great job!"
"Uncle, you're so strong! From now on, you're my idol!"
As Qin Ming and the Royal Battle Team cheered, Yu Xiaowei flashed a bright smile—then collapsed.
Everyone rushed over to help him up.
After a thorough check-up, they confirmed he was just exhausted from overusing his soul power, and everyone sighed in relief.
Yu Xiaowei didn't wake up until the next morning.
Thinking back on the battle, he shook his head and smiled bitterly. Martial soul fusion ability Soul Masters were indeed hard to fight.
It was only because he knew their ultimate move—Netherworld White Tiger—that he managed to deal a powerful early blow, injuring Davis and Zhu Zhuyun.
Even so, they endured the full-force radiation until their soul power ran dry.
This victory was entirely due to them underestimating the enemy. Had they used the Netherworld White Tiger from the beginning, he might not have lasted until their power drained.
This time, he had truly gone all out. Earning money from Old Meng was no easy task.
After Yu Xiaowei awoke, the group stayed another day at Star Luo Royal Academy before heading home.
This was Heaven Dou Royal Academy's first win in a decade. Although the victory came from Yu Xiaowei of Lanba Academy, everyone was excited.
The gloomy atmosphere in the carriage brightened, sweeping away the shadows from Star Luo City.
However, upon entering Barak Kingdom's territory—
Unnoticed, the coachman veered the carriage off the main road onto a remote path.
Only when an intensely cold aura appeared did Qin Ming realize what was happening.
As he stepped out of the carriage, he saw an old man in golden robes standing ahead.
"Who are you?"
Qin Ming shouted, but Yu Xiaowei keenly sensed the tremor in his voice.
This old man was no ordinary person—he could frighten a level 61 Soul Emperor.
A terrifying aura radiated from the old man.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—nine soul rings appeared under his feet.
Yu Xiaowei felt a chill in his heart. This man was a Titled Douluo!
The golden-robed old man said indifferently, "Don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being too talented."
Qin Ming trembled, shouting in fear, "We're students of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy! Do you Star Luo Empire people want to start a war?"
"Hah, war? Well, we've been waiting for one. You Heaven Dou trash should have been wiped out long ago."
The old man sneered, his soul power surging. A blinding golden light shot from his palm, transforming into a golden longsword that flew at the group.
Yu Xiaowei stared at the powerful light sword in despair.
Facing a Titled Douluo, he had absolutely no ability to resist at his current level.
Suddenly, a loud dragon roar rang out.
With a booming earthshake, the distant dragon roar suddenly arrived before everyone's eyes.
The light sword about to hit them shattered into golden particles and slowly vanished.
A tall man in a blue robe silently appeared before them.
"Uncle!!!"
"Yu Yuanzhen!!! You're stopping me?"
Yu Xiaowei's surprised voice and the old man's hateful tone rang out together.
"You sick cat, who gave you the guts to harm my nephew and grandson? Dai Tianfeng? Or Zhu Haonan? Huh?"
Normally calm even in catastrophe, Yu Yuanzhen was truly furious this time.
Upon hearing this, the old man's expression shifted, and he turned to flee.
"This is your nephew? And your grandson too?"
"Sorry, goodbye, sorry to bother you."
But as he turned, he saw a bald, emaciated old man standing in his path.
Gu Rong, who resembled a skeleton, croaked:
"Little cat, who gave you the courage to touch my grandson-in-law?"
"Gu Rong!!!"
The old man wore a bitter expression. He had only been ordered to kill a genius from a rival nation—no one told him this genius had such powerful backers.
Nephew of Yu Yuanzhen, son-in-law of Gu Rong, lost his parents early. He now doubted whether he'd survive today.
"Old Bones, he's my grandson-in-law too, not just yours!"
When the third old man in white appeared, the golden-robed man completely despaired.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
What fool told him this was just some genius from an enemy nation? Damn it, he accepted the mission without checking the target's background.