Long Xiaoyao's face showed his astonishment; he hadn't expected the other party to be so unreasonable. Had he appeared out of nowhere just to pick a fight?
However, Du Busi gave him no more time to think. "Buzz—!"
Eight crimson, blood-red qi and blood soul rings rose from beneath Du Busi's feet. Unlike traditional illusory spirit rings, these eight rings were almost solid as they circled his body. A majestic power erupted as his mental force, spirit power, qi and blood power, and even his indomitable will perfectly fused at this moment!
This was a combat technique he had recently developed through exchanges with Mu En, combined with a lifetime of battle experience. It had no fancy name; it was simply a pure and ultimate punch!
Pulling back his fist, the space around his knuckles seemed to compress and the light appeared to distort. A destructive force locked onto Long Xiaoyao, and then, he threw the punch with devastating force!
Long Xiaoyao's expression changed drastically. The Co-planar Resonant Dual Soul Cores within his body spun frantically, and pure dark spirit power surged out like a tide. His arms were instantly covered in pitch-black dragon scales, transforming into hideous dragon claws that he crossed in front of him. Behind him, the massive phantom of a Dark Holy Dragon roared as it emerged, his Spirit blessing himself as he met the attack head-on!
"Boom—!!!"
The moment the fist collided with the dragon shadow, a thunderous explosion rang out. Blinding white light instantly swallowed everything, illuminating the night sky for dozens of miles as if it were broad daylight. A terrifying Energy shockwave rippled outward; wherever it passed, clouds dispersed and mountains were ground into powder. Xian Liner, Cai Meier, and the others had already activated their soul tool barriers with all their might, desperately resisting the terrifying aftershocks. Their figures swayed unsteadily in the impact, their faces filled with horror. In the face of a confrontation at this level, they barely even had the right to watch, only able to exert themselves just to survive. High in the sky, the clouds Kong Mingan used to hide himself were also instantly blown away by the violent Energy. He was stunned for a moment, then gave a slight, wry smile as his mental force covered the area, hiding their figures once more.
The Ice Empress watched without blinking. As one of the Three Great Kings of the Far North, she was combative to her very core. Although she was usually held and bullied by a certain bastard—pinned down and bullied, pressed against the wall and bullied—making her look like a victim, that was strictly their private business. She wasn't actually weak. In the current Douluo Continent, those stronger than her could be counted on one hand. It was rare to see a battle that could pique her interest, and she couldn't help herself. With excitement flashing in her golden eyes, the Ice Empress was eager to try, but just as she was about to stand up, a hand wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her into a hug. "They can't even beat you, so why go join the chaos?"
"Tsk..." The Ice Empress curled her lip, trying to push further: "I just want to see it from up close."
"You'll see clearly in a moment," Kong Mingan soothed.
The Ice Empress blinked, somewhat confused, but she didn't insist. After all, this guy always had his reasons, so she just had to listen. She quieted down, shrinking into his arms and continuing to focus on the battle.
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In the distance, the blinding white light gradually dissipated, revealing Long Xiaoyao's slightly disheveled figure. He looked at Du Busi with lingering fear, a hint of suspicion and uncertainty flashing in his eyes. He had barely blocked most of Du Busi's punch and dodged the rest. Even so, he was shaken by that pure and overbearing power, his qi and blood churning. The opponent's physical strength was absurdly high, completely surpassing his own. What was going on? Was this a trait of a main body Spirit after reaching Limit Douluo? Or was it some other method?
Long Xiaoyao didn't know, but Du Busi was already walking through the air, pressing closer with dissatisfaction: "Why are you dodging?"
""
Long Xiaoyao remained silent, but he no longer held anything back!
"Roar—!"
A heaven-shaking dragon roar echoed through the clouds as the Dark Holy Dragon phantom emerged behind him, instantly enveloping Long Xiaoyao. Pitch-black scales covered his entire body, and in an instant, the figure of a thousand-meter-long Dark Holy Dragon appeared. Its body wound through the air, blotting out the sky. A dense dark aura spread across the battlefield like a tangible tide. The hideous dragon head looked down at the earth, its spread wings casting a massive shadow, exuding an endless sense of pressure. To this, Du Busi was slightly taken aback, then he let out an excited, savage laugh. "Good timing!"
He gave a low roar, and the eight qi and blood soul rings around him shone brilliantly. A majestic power of qi and blood surged out like a sea, wrapping around him like blood-colored flames. In the next moment, that qi and blood power frantically condensed and took shape, and a colossal figure that reached between heaven and earth rose from the ground!
Ten meters, a hundred meters, several hundred meters!
The figure continued to grow, easily breaking through the clouds, finally transforming into a blood-colored giant nearly four to five hundred meters tall!
Its body was cast like red glass, crystal clear yet seemingly indestructible. It was brawny and majestic, with a face identical to Du Busi's, carrying a hint of arrogance that looked down on the world. Blood-colored air currents swirled around it, almost becoming solid. Just by standing there, its incredibly majestic and overbearing pressure made all the Titled Douluos below find it difficult to breathe, their spirit power circulation becoming sluggish. The blood-colored giant slowly opened its eyes, which shone like two blood moons. It looked at the massive Dark Holy Dragon in the distance and spoke with a voice like a great bell, saying only one word: "Come!"
The Ice Empress's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the blood-colored Dharma Idol that stood between heaven and earth. She subconsciously grabbed Kong Mingan's sleeve and asked, "What is that?"
Kong Mingan calmly gazed at the majestic giant and explained, "This is a 'Dharma Idol'."
The Ice Empress turned her head sharply, her whole body practically pressed against Kong Mingan. Her golden eyes were bright, staring at him without blinking, and then she said without any hesitation, "I want one too!"
Her appearance was like a girlfriend shopping who suddenly saw a piece of jewelry she liked, her eyes shining as she turned and said "I want it too" without blinking. Truly, this kind of posture was hard for most people to resist, and Kong Mingan was no exception.
He blinked, looking at the Ice Empress who was inches away, and smiled slightly. "Alright."
The Ice Empress looked expectant. "How do I do it?"
Kong Mingan shook his head. "Not for now."
The Ice Empress immediately frowned and muttered dissatisfiedly, "You just promised me!"
"Let me finish," Kong Mingan rubbed the Ice Empress's cheek and explained patiently. "The so-called 'Dharma Idol' is essentially a manifestation of a Body Cultivator's Martial Soul True Body combined with highly condensed qi and blood power. Its qi and blood power is special, allowing for a more realistic construction of an Energy body. But you follow the path of a 'Spell Cultivator' and do not cultivate 'qi and blood power,' which is fundamentally different from a Body Cultivator. Furthermore, with your current body undergoing transformation, you cannot let other powers affect your transformation progress. So, it's not possible for now."
(End of Chapter)
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