Shen Liuyu hurriedly covered Bingdi's little mouth, somewhat helplessly saying:
"Shh shh shh, little ancestor, don't let others hear that."
"The way humans and soul beasts fight is completely different, and besides, what they are doing is just a simple spar. If someone really dies, it won't be something that can be settled with just a bit of fighting and killing."
"Moreover, my brother and they are not enemies…"
Bingdi pouted, continued eating her snacks, and looked boredly at the battlefield above.
The Shui Bing'er sisters watched the child-like Bingdi, a trace of amusement flashing in their eyes. After spending more time together, they found that Bingdi was actually quite cute when she wasn't throwing a tantrum.
...
In the high sky, the airflow had already become chaotic, with howling gales. Shen Hanyu looked at the imposing Sword Douluo, his hand gripping the Han Tian Spear, tightening slightly. A magnificent ten-thousand-year soul ring slowly rose, finally turning into specks of red light that merged into the blade of the Han Tian Spear. A massive snake-shaped phantom slowly coiled around the Han Tian Spear, terrifying soul power carrying bone-piercing cold spreading outward.
The people below blinked in disbelief, staring at that dazzling red light, their faces full of stupor.
Even Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but pause his breathing, unconsciously gripping his staff tighter while circulating his soul power and shouting:
"Everyone retreat! The collision that follows is not something you can withstand!"
That Soul Douluo and the deans of the four elemental academies also began dispersing the crowd, and the academy disciples present started helping as well.
Unfortunately, there were always some people who didn't take it seriously, ignoring the warnings and continuing to look forward to the wonderful clash that would follow.
...
While evacuating the crowd, Ning Fengzhi was also incomparably shocked and emotional.
A ten-thousand-year soul ring, the treasure that all soul masters dreamed of, had actually appeared on a young man who looked quite young.
What this represented was not only strength but also the immense power of the forces and connections behind him. A glint flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, then he calmly continued observing without showing anything.
Even Sword Douluo, who was fully focused on charging his soul power, couldn't help but freeze for a moment. He had also fantasized about a ten-thousand-year soul ring, but reality had given him a heavy blow. A ninety-thousand-year soul ring had already forced him to walk the line between life and death. If it had been a ten-thousand-year soul ring, he would probably have long since become bones in a grave by now.
Yet the power Shen Hanyu displayed did not make him retreat; instead, it ignited an even stronger fighting spirit.
A heaven-shaking sword intent swept through the sky, incomparably brilliant.
"Young friend, receive my sword!"
Sword Douluo slowly gripped his Seven Kills Sword. The surface of the Seven Kills Sword cracked bit by bit before reshaping, then he fiercely slashed upward from below in one sword strike. Even the surrounding space was cleaved with cracks, strands of chaotic aura accompanying the sword light as it flew rapidly toward him.
"Seven Kill thunderous Eruption, One Sword strikes the sky!"
Under the massive sword light, Shen Hanyu appeared extremely small. Cold light and red light flashed simultaneously on the Han Tian Spear. The giant snake phantom behind him roared once, and Shen Hanyu fiercely thrust out with one spear.
"Eighth Soul Skill! Annihilation!"
The spear tip collided with the sword light. In that instant, even the sound of the wind stopped. Then the surrounding space suddenly contracted, sweeping up everything within a thousand meters on the ground and in the sky, finally compressing infinitely to form a terrifying, massive explosion.
In the distance, Huo Yun was shaken until he spat out a mouthful of blood, roaring:
"This power is too strong! If this continues, before the two above decide a winner, we innocent bystanders will all be killed!"
The others' expressions also didn't look good, deeply regretting having gotten so close. At first, they had thought that with their Soul Douluo cultivation, nothing too serious would happen, no matter what. But now, retreating was out of the question; all they could do was endure it.
Snow Empress faintly glanced at the crowd, saw that the few girls were by Bingdi's side, then indifferently turned her head away.
The terrifying fluctuations only caused her white hair to flutter slightly; even the hem of her clothes remained completely still.
In front of Ning Fengzhi, that Soul Douluo had already opened a massive protective barrier. A huge shield in his hand firmly blocked in front of Ning Fengzhi, three of the eight soul rings under his feet already lit up, also protecting part of the crowd behind him.
A delicate, small pagoda appeared in Ning Fengzhi's hand, rays of light shooting from it into the bodies of that defense-type Soul Douluo and the four academy deans.
But then Ning Fengzhi's expression suddenly changed, his gaze somewhat shocked as he looked toward Shui Ningbing.
Shui Ningbing's face remained calm as she blocked countless incoming shattered sword qi and chaotic air currents, but it was still just a drop in the bucket.
The crowds in Elemental City were far too packed, and they refused to listen to advice, stretching the crowd too long and too far. Even though Ning Fengzhi and the others had warned and urged them countless times before, most stubbornly insisted on staying put. Very few were willing to retreat, and the affected area was simply too large. It was almost impossible to fully cover everything.
Looking at the crowds constantly being swept up, though they had brought it upon themselves, Shui Ningbing ultimately couldn't bear it. Nine soul rings slowly emerged beneath her feet, the ninth red soul ring flickering with a shocking red light in the darkness.
Under the incomparably shocked gazes of everyone, the fourth and sixth soul rings beneath Shui Ningbing's feet quickly ignited. A massive Luan bird soared into the sky, its gorgeous wings dotted with specks of starlight, its long tail feathers sweeping through the air like silk.
"Fourth Soul Skill! Luan Bird Mirror!"
"Sixth Soul Skill! Transform into Luan!"
An incomparably massive ice-blue feathered mirror abruptly appeared in front of everyone. Shui Ningbing also transformed into a huge Luan bird with a wingspan exceeding a hundred meters, soaring into the sky. Her massive body blocked countless shattered firelights while stirring up whirlwinds that protected the myriad lights of homes behind her.
Under the dumbfounded gazes of the other three deans, a disaster that could have caused tens of thousands of casualties was thus blocked.
The three of them looked at each other, then silently put away any thoughts of considering her just a big sister.
...
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er looked at the huge, beautiful Luan bird, admiration flashing in their eyes. The other students from the Elemental Academy nearby looked at the two with envy and shock, practically ready to shout "big sister" on the spot.
Bingdi disdainfully curled her lip, huffed once, then continued eating with her head tilted.
Dry-rice Scorpion · Doesn't like watching the excitement!
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On the battlefield.
Sword Douluo looked at the devastated battlefield, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes. After exchanging a glance with Ning Fengzhi, Ning Fengzhi immediately understood and said loudly:
"Everyone, please check for casualties. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will take full responsibility for all losses this time."
Shen Hanyu swept his gaze over the huge Luan bird in the distance, raising an eyebrow slightly. He didn't feel heartache over these casualties. In a battle between Title Douluo, casualties were unavoidable, especially since these people had dared to get so close in the first place, which was already a huge problem.
One reaps what one sows. They didn't even care about their own lives, did they expect two Title Douluo to deliberately weaken their soul skills' power for their sake and fall into a disadvantage? That possibility was practically zero.
A wound had been slashed on his wrist, hidden beneath his robe sleeve, and was considered the only injury he had suffered in this clash.
A trace of crimson slowly appeared on Sword Douluo's arm as well; clearly, he hadn't come out unscathed either.
Sword Douluo slightly cupped his hands toward Shen Hanyu, the Seven Kills Sword trampled under his foot, completely ignoring that wound.
"Young friend, this old man is Chen Xin, Sword Path Dust Heart, titled protector Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
Shen Hanyu also slightly cupped his hands and said:
"Shen Hanyu, no sect or faction, just a wandering cultivator."
Sword Douluo laughed heartily, his posture carefree and unrestrained as he said:
"It is truly rare for someone like you to appear among the younger generation on the continent. If you have the chance, come visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. The doors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will always be open to you."
Shen Hanyu also smiled slightly and nodded in agreement. He very much approved of Sword Douluo as an opponent, and it was only proper to give him some face.
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