Location: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!
"Boom!"
Pale lightning, like silver snakes, rolled in the dark clouds, mixed with the pouring rain, drenching the earth.
"Roar!"
A huge dragon roar resounded through the heavens and earth.
Almost simultaneously, all the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School raised their heads, their eyes filled with surprise as they gazed at the huge bone dragon rolling in the clouds!
"Level ninety-three! Today, I have finally broken through to level ninety-three!"
Bone Douluo's hearty laughter echoed from the clouds.
Titled Douluo, each level is a new level.
Level 92 and level 93 may seem like only a one-level difference, but the difference in combat power is earth-shattering.
And after breaking through to level 93, Bone Douluo's strength also underwent a tremendous change.
Soon after, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone brightly once more.
The Bone Douluo, clad in black robes, was already seated in the council hall.
Directly opposite him stood a young man with silver hair, a white robe, handsome features, and an ethereal air.
Even though he did nothing but sit quietly in his chair, one could still sense the vibrant sword intent emanating from him.
This man was none other than—Sword Dao Chen Xin!
Although he appeared to be a young man, his actual age was indeed the same as Bone Douluo's, over seventy years old.
However, the appearance of a Title Douluo is largely a matter of personal choice, essentially reflecting their inner state.
The reason Bone Douluo presented himself as an old man was because his state of mind was like that of a man in his sixties, naturally he wouldn't use the appearance of a youth.
On the throne in the very center of the hall sat a handsome young man with a refined and scholarly air.
He wore a brocade robe adorned with blue clouds, silken sandals, and carried a staff made of the North Sea Pearl.
He exuded an air of nobility; this was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!
"Uncle Bone, Uncle Sword, this is intelligence just delivered by our spies. Take a look for yourselves."
Ning Fengzhi suppressed his shock and handed the confidential document to Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
Sword Douluo's sharp gaze swept over the note.
After seeing that the Spirit Hall had slaughtered all the branches of the Clear Sky Sect, he was astonished by the Spirit Hall's ruthless methods.
When he saw Qian Daoliu personally injure Tang Hao, a deep sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes.
Ning Fengzhi clearly noticed the change in Sword Douluo's eyes and asked with satisfaction and curiosity, "Uncle Sword, is a level 99 Limit Douluo really that powerful?
That it makes you so wary?"
Chen Xin was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and slowly said, "A level 99 Limit Douluo's strength is beyond reason.
Let me put it this way, even if Old Bones and I went together, plus your assistance, we wouldn't last more than a few rounds against a Limit Douluo!"
Hearing Chen Xin's words, a look of shock appeared in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
"My father, in his lifetime, was a level 97 Title Douluo.
With the powerful Seven Kill Sword in his hand, he believed himself to be invincible in the world except for the three peerless masters."
Sword Douluo paused for a moment, then continued, "In order to find the true pinnacle of swordsmanship, he resolutely challenged Qian Daoliu.
However, Qian Daoliu was able to block my father's seven 'kill' words without being injured, and then severely injured my father with a single blow.
Later, my father was seriously injured and died..."
As he said this, a look of sadness appeared in Chen Xin's eyes.
"Uncle Jian, please accept my condolences."
Chen Xin waved his hand. "It's alright, those are all things of the past."
Then, Chen Xin continued, "When a Soul Master reaches the Title Douluo level, their strength undergoes a dramatic change with each level increase."
"According to my father, Title Douluos between levels 90 and 94 are ordinary Title Douluos; their total Soul Power increases by 20% with each level increase."
"But after level 95, a dramatic change occurs; levels 95 to 99 are called Super Douluos."
"A level 96 Super Douluo has twice the Soul Power of a level 95 Super Douluo, a level 97 Super Douluo has three times the Soul Power of a level 96 Super Douluo, and so on.
A level 98 Super Douluo has four times the Soul Power of a level 97 Super Douluo, and a level 99 Super Douluo has five times the Soul Power of a level 98 Super Douluo!"
"Based on these figures, Qian Daoliu's total Soul Power is roughly 20 times that of my father!
Therefore, a level 99 Title Douluo is also known as a Limit Douluo or a Peerless Douluo!"
"In the world today, there are only two powerhouses who have reached the Limit Douluo level: Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect and Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall.
However, Tang Chen's whereabouts are still unknown.
Therefore, in this world, Qian Daoliu is the only peerless Douluo!"
Chen Xin said, a sharp sword intent rising in his heart. He also longed for a higher realm.
He wondered if he would have the chance to draw his sword like Qian Daoliu in this life.
Bone Douluo beside him felt the same way.
He had just advanced from level 92 to level 93 and already felt a tremendous change in his strength.
What kind of splendor would the higher levels of Super Douluo, or even Limit Douluo, possess?
Ning Fengzhi, standing to the side, gasped in shock: "The Limit Douluo is terrifying!"
After pondering for a moment, Ning Fengzhi asked, "Then how did Tang Hao escape from Qian Daoliu's clutches?
Logically speaking, facing Qian Daoliu, Tang Hao should have been doomed!"
Sword Douluo pondered for a while before replying, "I don't know the answer to that, but the only thing I'm certain of is that Qian Daoliu definitely held back.
Although Tang Hao was able to defeat Qian Xunji using some methods, he wouldn't have had a chance to fight back against Qian Daoliu.
If Qian Daoliu really wanted to kill Tang Hao, he could have done it in a single exchange."
"However..."
Sword Douluo's tone shifted, a fighting spirit rising within him:
"If I have the chance, I really want to have a good spar with Tang Hao and see whether his Clear Sky Hammer is more domineering or my sword is sharper!"
As he said this, a strong fighting spirit appeared in Sword Douluo's eyes.
"Tch~"
However, upon hearing Sword Douluo's words, Bone Douluo let out a disdainful sneer.
Hearing Gu Rong's laughter, Sword Douluo immediately felt insulted.
"Old Bone, what do you mean? What's with that laugh? What's with that look?"
"All you do is brag all day long. You can't even break through my defense, and you still want to fight Tang Hao?
Tang Hao even pounded the ground of the level 95 Qian Xunji." "
Old Bone, what do you mean?
Let me tell you, I've been putting up with you for a long time.
Do you think you're all high and mighty just because you just broke through to level 93?
Do you?
How about we have a spar?" "
Spar it is, who's afraid of who? To tell you the truth, old Sword Douluo, I've also been putting up with you for a long time.
You broke through to level 93 a few months earlier than me, and you're always showing off in front of me.
If you're not happy, come and fight."
The two seventy- or eighty-year-old guys pointed at each other's noses and cursed loudly, with Sword Douluo even gripping the Seven Kill Sword.
Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Ning Fengzhi felt the veins on his forehead throbbing, and his lips were practically worn raw from talking so much before he finally managed to separate the two.
Watching the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo bickering on either side, Ning Fengzhi felt utterly exhausted!
This is too much for me.