Spirit Domain — Open!
As those words fell, a massive pale-white domain erupted outward from where Wang Chen stood. In an instant, the field expanded several hundred meters until the entire Wang Clan estate was enveloped in a shimmering white world.
At that moment, Wang Chen looked like an immortal descending from the heavens — ethereal, untouchable, his very presence filled with divine majesty.
The Grand Elder stared wide-eyed at the vast domain that now cloaked the entire Wang Clan grounds and muttered in disbelief,
"This… this is that flash of light from that night…"
Patriarch Wang Yan stood frozen for a moment before sighing deeply,
"This is the legendary Domain! Even among the three Douluo Kingdoms, only the most powerful Soul Masters possess such an ability… this is beyond imagination!"
Now at the center of the domain, Wang Chen had become one with heaven and earth — every wisp of ambient spirit energy within the Wang Clan's territory was under his control. With this boundless energy augmenting him, his power soared dramatically.
Meanwhile, Masked Douluo felt the opposite — the very world around him repelled him, suppressing his power.
Such was the terror of the Spirit Domain.
Within this realm, every element — the air, the earth, even the water — was infused with sentience through the Essence of Spirit, obeying Wang Chen's will absolutely. Here, he was not just a participant — he was the absolute ruler.
Normally, Wang Chen could only extend his domain for several hundred meters. But through days of preparation and repeated infusions of the Essence of Spirit, he had transformed the entire Wang Clan estate into his territory.
In essence, this was his divine kingdom — and within it, Wang Chen was invincible.
Masked Douluo's expression twisted in disbelief.
"Impossible! A domain?! How could a mere Soul Emperor possess something that even I — a Title Douluo — have yet to master!?"
But as a seasoned Title Douluo and evil soul master, Masked Douluo quickly steadied his mind. He snarled,
"So what if you have a domain? You're just a lowly Soul Emperor — you're still leagues beneath me! Die!"
With a thunderous roar, the nine soul rings beneath him lit up — yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black — and the seventh ring shone brightest of all.
"Martial Soul True Body — Demonic Maggot Manifestation!"
In an instant, Masked Douluo's body swelled into a monstrous, blue-black maggot over thirty meters long, exuding a stench so vile it warped the air itself.
Having realized that Wang Chen was far from an ordinary opponent, he abandoned his arrogance and went all out. The terrifying aura rolling off his gigantic form cracked the very earth for hundreds of meters around.
Then, as his next black soul ring glowed, countless smaller maggots poured from his body like a living tide, surging toward Wang Chen at the domain's center.
Wang Chen, suspended in midair and supported by the world's own energy, gazed calmly at the incoming swarm. His white eyes gleamed with divine light as he tightened his grip on his Peak-Grade Rank 8 Soul Tool Spear.
"Break!"
With a single word, he thrust forward.
The explosive power from his first and second twenty-thousand-year soul rings, both detonated through the Ring Explosion Secret Technique, fused into that single strike.
Simultaneously, the boundless energy of heaven and earth flooded into his spear, amplifying its might to terrifying extremes. Enhanced further by his battle techniques and soul skills, the attack reached an apocalyptic level of power.
The golden-white spear radiated a divine brilliance so intense it tore a gaping black hole in space itself.
The spear's light annihilated the swarm of maggots instantly before continuing forward, piercing directly into Masked Douluo's colossal body.
Pchhhh!
Despite his full defense, the spear still ripped through his carapace, carving a gaping three-meter gash across his body.
"Aaaaaah!!! Soul Emperor insect!" Masked Douluo screamed in agony, unleashing a surge of mental shockwaves in retaliation.
Meanwhile, across the capital Mingdu, the titanic clash shook the heavens.
The oppressive aura spread for kilometers — even ordinary citizens felt the suffocating pressure. High-ranking soul engineers soared into the sky on their flight-type Soul Tools, gazing in awe at the immense pale-white domain shining over the Wang Clan estate.
"What the hell? Is someone attacking the Wang Clan!?"
"Who's insane enough to start a fight like this inside Mingdu itself?!"
"Those soul power fluctuations… both sides are at least Rank 9 Soul Engineers or Title Douluo! Could it be that old Wang Yan broke through?!"
"No… that's not his aura. Neither of them is familiar. One side reeks of evil — must be an Evil Soul Master — and the other's radiating pure white light… I've never felt anything like it!"
A storm of speculation spread as hundreds gathered, watching from a distance, waiting for the Imperial Dragon Soul Engineer Regiment and the palace's Title Douluo to arrive.
Moments later, the capital's soul power detectors blared to life—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Within minutes, the elite Imperial Dragon Soul Engineer Regiment mobilized, soaring toward the battlefield under the command of Prince Xu Tianyuan, a Rank 9 Soul Engineer.
From the Palace Worship Hall, another figure arrived — Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin, his Rank 9 flight soul tool "Wings of the Starry Sky" cutting through the night like a meteor.
"Such audacity! To battle within Mingdu itself — surrender at once!" Ye Yulin's furious voice echoed across the sky.
Masked Douluo ignored him, his eyes bloodshot and desperate. He knew it was too late to flee — Wang Chen's relentless assaults had already left him grievously wounded.
With a roar of madness, he ignited his ninth soul ring.
"Ninth Soul Skill — Demonic Maggot's Annihilation!"
The world darkened. His aura turned pitch black, radiating pure destruction. Countless maggots around him perished instantly, their deaths transforming into beams of violet annihilation energy that circled him like doomsday serpents.
This was his ultimate move — one that drained him to near death each time he used it. But now, he had no choice.
His power surged to its absolute peak, distorting space with black fissures.
"Wang Chen — DIE!"
A beam of purple destruction energy roared toward Wang Chen.
Wang Chen's eyes narrowed.
"Good — come then!"
His sixth soul ring flared.
Sixth Soul Skill — Burn!
A suicidal technique that sacrificed vitality for power. Burning 30% of one's life force increased attack power by 150%; 50% meant 250%.
Without hesitation, Wang Chen ignited half his life force. His blood boiled, his spear blazed gold, and his aura became divine.
Then—
BOOM!
His sixth soul ring exploded.
Drawing upon the world's energy, he transformed into a streak of golden light that shot toward the oncoming annihilation beam.
At the very instant of impact—
"Fourth Soul Skill — Instant!"
Wang Chen vanished.
He reappeared directly before Masked Douluo in a double blink of teleportation — and drove his spear straight through the evil soul master's chest before he could even react.
BOOM!
The spear pierced through his Martial Soul True Body, shattering it entirely. His monstrous body burst apart in a storm of gore and dark energy.
Only his head remained, glaring at Wang Chen with venomous hatred.
"The Holy Spirit Cult… will never forgive you!"
Wang Chen looked down on him coldly and swung his spear.
SWOOSH!
Masked Douluo's head burst into crimson mist.
Silence fell.
The once-grand Wang Clan courtyard was reduced to ruins. Blood and smoke mingled in the air. The ground bore deep scars — remnants of divine and demonic power colliding.
At the center of it all stood Wang Chen — pale, breathing heavily, but unbowed. His golden spear still gleamed faintly in the moonlight.
He raised it, his voice carrying across the stunned night:
"Wang Clan — Wang Chen!"
And thus, a single battle shook the entire Sun and Moon Empire.