"This is Heaven Dou City! With so many powerful experts guarding it, how dare they?" Zhen Hua's aura suddenly surged. He wasn't just a Divine Blacksmith—he was also a Title Douluo. For most evil soul masters below the Soul Douluo level, he could handle them with ease.
According to official federal statistics, the number of Title Douluos residing in Heaven Dou City was even greater than in Mingdu. The reason lay in the city's ancient heritage; countless great sects were founded here, and its foundations were immensely deep.
Trailing behind the figure that had burst through the smoke was a group of masked soul masters in black qipaos—seventeen of them in total.
Fortunately, it didn't seem like these evil soul masters were here to slaughter civilians. They looked anxious, as if they were searching for something, ignoring the panicked crowds fleeing in all directions.
Then, as if seeing something, the leader of the evil soul masters opened his mouth and revealed a twisted smile. "It's the Divine Blacksmith! The Divine Blacksmith!"
All eyes turned to where he was looking—and saw Zhen Hua.
The auction masks had already been removed at the end of the event.
"Haha, forget what we came here for. Divine Blacksmith, come with us. Don't worry, we only want something from you. Once we have it, we'll let you go."
"Protect the Divine Blacksmith!" someone shouted.
Most of the weaker participants had already evacuated. Those who remained were soul masters capable of fighting. Many were prominent figures and had brought bodyguards.
Soul masters stepped forward again. The weaker ones were around Soul Ancestor level; the stronger included Zhen Hua's personal guards—both Soul Douluos.
"You dare resist?" the lead evil soul master roared.
A massive skull emerged behind him, and eight soul rings surged up and down his body.
A Soul Douluo-level evil soul master!
The other soul masters were stunned. The implication of this was terrifying. Evil soul masters typically had combat strength equivalent to those six or seven ranks above their own. If this one was at the eighty-third rank, he could already rival an average Title Douluo.
And worst of all, two or three Soul Emperors stood behind him.
"Do not panic!" Zhen Hua stepped forward. His armor flared with light, a thick golden aura enveloping everything nearby.
It was his four-word battle armor—built for defense and soul power recovery.
For now, everyone was safe. Even if Zhen Hua wasn't ideal for battle, with his armor, he had combat power close to a rank ninety-three or ninety-four soul master.
"Divine Blacksmith, it's useless," said one of the evil soul masters. They didn't attack. They just watched Zhen Hua calmly.
Gu You had remained silent. His eyes fixed on the dome of the auction hall. Violet light flickered within his pupils.
'Something's wrong!'
High above Heaven Dou City, a thousand meters in the air—
A black flame fell from the sky, instantly turning the heavens above into a sea of darkness. A presence stronger than anything else descended.
Leng Yulai narrowed her eyes, her three-word battle armor shining dimly. The glow wasn't bright—clearly, it lacked something.
Still, with her peak rank ninety-eight soul power and armor, she was no weaker than any Limit Douluo.
"Lord Dark Phoenix," one of the black-robed men said, "we've found the Divine Blacksmith. But you know he's difficult to capture. Perhaps we should take the conservative approach. We have confirmation that the materials are enough to help upgrade your battle armor to the fourth tier."
Two figures stepped from the black flames beside her.
Leng Yulai glanced at them once. "Do your best. If it's not crafted by his hand, it'll never be perfect. But I understand our situation. While there's still time, we'll try."
Black wings spread from her back—and she dove.
Gu You felt the overwhelming threat approaching and instantly released his peak aura. His two-word battle armor activated at once.
"Teacher, run!"
Gu You's seventh soul ring flashed, and his body rapidly expanded. In an instant, it shattered the dome of the auction hall.
But beyond the broken ceiling wasn't blue sky—it was a sea of black fire.
"Aaaaah!" Soul masters below Soul Douluo rank were incinerated instantly, with no chance of survival.
"You!" Zhen Hua glared at the figure in the sky.
"Yes, it's me." Leng Yulai hovered, wrapped in black fire. Only a glimpse of her face was visible.
Her eyes flickered as she looked at Gu You. Her martial soul trembled. Bloodline suppression—no matter how high one's cultivation, it couldn't be resisted. Now that he'd reached the Soul Saint level, and after that earthshaking battle in the Far North years ago, she knew exactly what she was facing. It wasn't Heaven Dou's Title Douluos she feared—it was Gu You. The terrifying youth who'd fought a Limit Douluo at just nine years old.
Gu You's martial soul avatar was nearly a kilometer tall, and the entire auction venue was already in ruins. But that wasn't his limit!
All five of his bloodline soul rings ignited. The first ring pulsed with light.
His bloodline was fully awakened, and his dragon form continued to grow—approaching two thousand meters.
He was a towering figure from afar.
Air-raid sirens blared across Heaven Dou City.
"Teacher, I'll buy you time. Can you manage on your own?"
"Manage? Survive? Don't worry. This old man's been hammering metal for so long—I've been itching to hammer some heads!" Zhen Hua snorted and looked at Leng Yulai. "You want me to craft your four-word armor? Dream on. Not happening!"
Leng Yulai's face darkened. The terrifying heat of her flames spread outward.
"Your opponent is me!" Gu You roared. A searing beam of light burst from his mouth.
Leng Yulai dodged. The two black-robed men appeared beside her. "Divine Blacksmith's in your hands. If we can't succeed in half an hour—we retreat."
"Understood." The two nodded, nine soul rings lighting up around them.
"Not happening!" Gu You activated his full domain, preparing for a one-against-three fight.
Zhen Hua's two Soul Douluo guards were in poor condition, their soul power constantly burned by the black flames.
Buzz!
The battle escalated to its peak. High above the city, energy waves rippled across the sky.
…
"Tch. No brains, any of them. Guess I'll have to handle it."
A young girl laughed softly amidst the ruined city.
She raised her hand and lightly clenched her fist. Objects began floating up around her—soul bones, rare metals, even souls.
She carefully packed away all the metal and valuable goods. Only then did she vanish.
Heaven Dou International Alliance was now reduced to rubble. Even with Title Douluos rushing in, they were too late.
(End of Chapter)
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