The night sky above Star Luo blazed with unholy color.
Biphosphorus Snake Venom!
Dugu Bo's serpent jaw gaped wide, hurling half the heavens into turquoise fog. The toxic miasma boiled outward like a sea of death, instantly bleaching rooftops pale below.
Zhu Zhenyuan nearly fell to his knees. If they were fighting in the courtyard instead of sky… the Zhu Clan would already be corpses.
Opposite him, Ghost Douluo didn't flinch. His shadow blurred, body and clones sliding through the mist with ease.
"Dugu Bo, give up! You can spit clouds all night, but you'll never touch me!" he mocked, vanishing to appear behind the python's scales, claws dripping darkness.
Dugu Bo's emerald eyes narrowed. So smug… watch closely.
The serpent's massive tail whipped back, poison retracting into lungs. Then his eyes flared pale-white.
Head Soul Bone Skill – Medusa Stare.
Twin beams of petrifying light speared into Ghost's shade. Where they touched, the shadow clones solidified, stone statues dropping like meteorites.
Ghost cursed. Head soul bone…!
For a moment his own roar — ghastly skull echoing from his maw — staggered Dugu Bo. But it was too late.
From the sidelines, Yue Guan's eyes blazed with frenzy. "Head spirit bone! Old ghost, snap it off that snake's head! Take it—!"
Even Title Douluo gazes burned. For them, a soul bone wasn't just treasure — it was breakthrough, survival, immortality.
Chen Xin's sword hummed as his silver arc slashed, forcing Yue Guan's hand back. "Wary gaze comes at a price, Chrysanthemum."
Yue Guan reeled, snarling. His chrysanthemum blossomed in blinding fury. Eighth Ability – Gate of Holy Light! Golden beams bellowed out.
Chen Xin's veins bulged. "Seven Kill True Body!"
A colossal blade spirit towered behind. With it his power surged half again, silver aura blazing. Sword Qi flooded, seventy meters wide, walls themselves shattering under the clash.
From heaven to earth, gold and silver crossed — Star Luo's entire city lit in two tones, petals falling like suns against constellations of swordlight. Citizens knelt, whispering gods were warring over their rooftops.
Ground Battle.
Lordiala's golden eagle Martial Soul blazed, wings raining blades and light on Lucien. But every strike pinged against an encircling storm of Sword Qi, his dome-shaped barrier shrieking defiance.
Chichichichi! Feathers scattered. Lordiala faltered, horror written across his face. This is Soul King's defense?! Even Contras struggle with such pressure!
Lucien tilted another swig and laughed, black fire crawling his blade.
Polar Sword Formation.
Shards ignited, countless flame-edged blades whistling into the dozen Spirit Hall Soul Emperors rushing at him.
"Together!" they roared, launching skills simultaneously, light erupting sky-high.
"Feather Dragon Saber!"
"Steel-Bone Ghost Fist!"
"Dark Crow God Transformation!"
Dozens of techniques screamed toward the drunken figure — enough to vaporize a mountain.
But—
Silver and gold barriers slammed down around him. Chen Xin and even Yue Guan, enemies seconds earlier, had both spread defensive domains in tandem — over Lucien.
The Zhu clan gasped.
All those skills, raining like divine punishment — none touched him.
Yue Guan's face was ash-white, fury and panic warring. "You idiots! Do you mean to kill him!? The Pope ordered he live!"
It was the first time guards of Martial Soul Hall flinched at their own Elder's rage.
And there, in their midst, stood a boy with five rings, jug swinging casually — protected by two Titled Douluo who'd just moments ago been splitting the night sky apart.
--
Thanks for reading!
If you notice any mistakes, please drop a quick note in the comments—I'm still learning.
Your likes, ratings, and collections really motivate me!
Gifts or Patreon support help me keep going. Link's in the description!