People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

The countless palm prints were like dark clouds pressing down overhead, and the pale golden halo carried the force of collapsing mountains and splitting seas, one after another crashing down on Xiao Ling's vital points.

As the palm strike whistled, the air was torn apart with a piercing shriek. The bluestone on the ground had long been pulverized by the force, and the dust raised was reduced to powder by the residual power of the palm strike. Even the pale golden protective shield trembled slightly.

But Xiao Ling seemed oblivious, maintaining a leisurely pace as he steadily moved towards the direction of the ancient demon.

His figure appeared remarkably composed amidst the countless palm prints, as if he were strolling through an empty courtyard rather than on a battlefield of life and death.

Just as the first Sea-Turning Seal was about to touch his shoulder, Xiao Ling's figure suddenly appeared as a faint afterimage—not a fluctuation of battle qi from teleportation, nor any leakage of energy. His entire body vanished from the spot in an instant, like a fleeting shadow brushed by a gentle breeze.

The next moment, his figure appeared more than ten feet away, still moving forward, with the hem of his clothes still maintaining the arc of his previous descent, as if his disappearance was just everyone's illusion.

The powerful and heavy Sea-Turning Seal slammed into empty air, blasting a bottomless crater into the ground. The protective shield vibrated and hummed as the debris flew everywhere.

The ancient demon's eyes flashed with even greater cold light, and the rhythm of the Emperor's Seal Technique suddenly accelerated. The Earth-Covering Seal and the Annihilation Seal followed one after another, the density of the palm prints almost forming a dense web.
An airtight energy net completely locked down the space around Xiao Ling.

No matter how fast or dense the palm prints came, Xiao Ling's figure could always disappear in the blink of an eye and then reappear in another position. Each time he appeared, he just managed to avoid the impact of the palm prints, and not even the corner of his clothes was swept by the force.

His steps remained steady, and with each flash, he drew one step closer to the ancient demon.

The seemingly slow yet astonishingly fast pace of his movement rendered all the palm prints in the sky futile backdrops, instead highlighting Xiao Ling's composed figure as if he were strolling leisurely, effortlessly neutralizing the ancient demon's all-out attack.

The ancient demon stared at the scene before him, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints. Shock surged within him like a tidal wave. How could this be?!
What kind of movement technique is Xiao Ling using? How could he so easily weave through such a dense barrage of attacks, and even keep closing in?!
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!" He muttered unconsciously, but his hands did not dare to stop for a moment. He pushed the rhythm of the Emperor Seal Technique to the limit, and the pale golden palm prints poured out like a rainstorm. Each one was wrapped with the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, just hoping to slow down Xiao Ling's approach.

He knew perfectly well that the previous head-on collision had completely exposed his disadvantage in close combat. Xiao Ling's fist, covered with purple and blue dragon scales, could easily tear apart even his battle aura protection. If he were to get close, he would definitely not come out on top.

But at this moment, all his thoughts were in vain. No matter how much he increased the frequency of the Emperor Seal Technique or how much he compressed Xiao Ling's evasive space, the figure still moved like a ghost between the palm prints. With each flash, it got closer to him, as if his all-out attack was nothing more than a toy waved by a child.

Just as the ancient demon was shaken to his core, Xiao Ling's figure disappeared once again in front of an Annihilation Seal. However, this time, the afterimage did not reappear a few steps away as usual.

"Buzz!"

As the crisp sound of spatial fluctuations rang out, Xiao Ling's figure appeared directly about ten feet in front of the ancient demon!
This time, the distance covered was farther than ever before, and it was so fast that no one had time to react.

The ancient demon's pupils dilated suddenly, and the hairs on his body stood on end as a deadly sense of crisis gripped him.

He subconsciously tried to raise his hand to gather fighting spirit for defense, but as soon as he moved his arm, he saw Xiao Ling's right fist swinging towards him with a whistling wind.

On that fist covered with purple and blue dragon scales, a surge of powerful blood energy suddenly erupted, and scorching waves of air swept outwards along with the force of the punch, even distorting and deforming the surrounding air, creating ripples.

The power of the Emperor's Seal Technique was incredibly violent, with flying rocks and tearing through the sky, yet Xiao Ling's delicate cuff remained completely unaffected, without even a single wrinkle.

But at this moment, as the power of blood and qi in his right arm erupted completely, the cuff that had remained intact suddenly ripped open with a "rip" sound, directly broken apart by the surging air wave.

The exposed arm below had smooth, powerful lines, with a faint golden aura of blood flowing beneath its skin, contrasting beautifully with the purple and blue dragon scales. Far from looking disheveled, it added a touch of domineering arrogance.

This punch, devoid of any fancy moves, carried an unparalleled force, slamming squarely into the ancient demon's chest.

At this moment, Gu Yao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. Before he could even gather his fighting spirit, he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming power of blood and qi, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He could only watch helplessly as the fist, carrying terrifying power, grew larger and larger in front of him.

In the current situation, he had no time to deploy any reasonable means of defense. He could only rely on his instincts from years of fighting to cross his arms in front of him and frantically pour all the fighting energy in his body into his arms.

But this hastily put-together defense proved as fragile as paper in the face of Xiao Ling's fierce punch.

"boom!"

The Purple-Green Dragon Scale Fist collided violently with the ancient demon's crossed arms, without any buffer, only a terrifying burst of power.

The seemingly sturdy battle aura barrier on the ancient demon's arm shattered like glass the moment it made contact, with pale golden light scattering in all directions. It couldn't even hold on for half a breath before the fist continued forward, slamming solidly into the ancient demon's arm.

In an instant, the ancient demon felt an immense, earth-shattering force surge wildly into his body through his arms. His bones seemed to creak under the weight of this force, and his internal organs felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, causing his blood and qi to surge violently.

He even had the illusion that this was not a fist, but a mountain rushing towards him, about to crush and tear him apart!
At the same time, the force of the punch crashed into the air, and the suddenly compressed airflow exploded into a deafening sonic boom between the two.

"Buzz!"

The sound was far more piercing than the previous collision, like a thunderclap exploding right next to your ears. Even the pale golden protective shield above the square trembled violently, and a gasp of cold air came from the stands. Many people instinctively covered their ears.

Thousands of eyes around the square were fixed on the center of the scene. Everyone only saw a flash of light before their eyes, and the ancient demon's figure flew backward at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, like a leaf swept up by a gale.

His body drew a glaring line of blood in the air, a trace formed by the blood that had just dripped from his arm and the air currents.

In an instant, a muffled thud echoed throughout the arena as Gu Yao's back slammed heavily against the pale golden shield, his entire body slightly deformed by the shield's elasticity. Before he could recover from the intense pain of the impact, the shield's strong rebound force struck again, like an invisible giant hand gripping his chest tightly.

A metallic sweetness surged in the ancient demon's throat, and he could no longer hold back. A mouthful of bright red blood gushed out of his mouth, splashing into a shower of tiny, dazzling blood flowers in the air.

This scene caught the attention of the onlookers, and a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the square, as if the air itself had frozen for a moment.

No one expected the battle to turn out so one-sided. Gu Yao was a top genius among the younger generation of several ancient races, with the cultivation of a nine-star Dou Zun and the various top-level techniques and fighting skills inherited from the ancient race. By all accounts, he should have been the one with the upper hand.

But now, he couldn't even withstand a single punch from Xiao Ling, and ended up flying backward and spitting blood right after the first exchange. This huge contrast was truly beyond everyone's expectations.

Xiao Ling stood in the center of the square, watching the figure slowly slide down the pale golden energy light wall, and slowly withdrew his right fist that he had just thrown.

The purple and blue dragon scales gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the residual blood energy on the fist had not completely dissipated, with even the surrounding air still carrying a trace of scorching heat.

Only after the ancient demon crashed heavily onto the bluestone ground with a muffled thud did Xiao Ling slowly speak, his tone as calm as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

"It seems that your previous boasting will have to stop here."

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on the ancient demon struggling to get up, a hint of disappointment creeping into his voice.
"To be honest, this level of skill really didn't satisfy me. I was hoping you could last a few more moves, but I didn't expect this... I overestimated you."

There was no deliberate provocation in Xiao Ling's words; his tone was so calm that it revealed no emotion whatsoever. Yet, that nonchalant expression was more hurtful than any sharp sarcasm.

His gaze towards the ancient demon held no contempt, no smugness, only a pure indifference.

This completely indifferent attitude was not something deliberately displayed, but rather a composure that emanated from the very core of the being. Ironically, it was like an invisible blade that precisely pierced the ancient demon's pride.

As soon as Xiao Ling finished speaking, the audience erupted in a commotion, with whispers and excited exclamations rising and falling, making the air seem even more restless.

The young members of the ancient clans who were watching reacted the most intensely. They clenched their fists and looked at Xiao Ling with indignation. This was the ancient clan's home ground!
Xiao Ling won, but he acted so nonchalantly, clearly showing that he didn't take the ancient demons or the ancient clans seriously. In front of all the major races and the forces of Zhongzhou, this was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the ancient clans, making them lose face in front of everyone!
Several elders of the ancient clans couldn't help but frown slightly, their expressions darkening. Their fingertips unconsciously rubbed their cuffs, and a hint of displeasure flashed in their eyes.

Compared to the younger generation's pure anger, the more thoughtful elders had a more complex reaction. They were genuinely dissatisfied with Xiao Ling's behavior, but they also harbored a sense of disappointment towards Gu Yao's performance.

As one of the few outstanding talents among the younger generation of the ancient clan, they couldn't even withstand three moves from Xiao Ling. Such a gap made them feel quite ashamed.

Before the murmurs of discussion could subside, a chilling roar suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth, like a caged beast venting its anger: "How is this possible! This is impossible!"

Gu Yao, his body covered in blood, struggled to his feet, his broken joints throbbing with excruciating pain. Yet, he seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed on Xiao Ling like poisoned knives, his voice filled with a crazed obsession.
"I possess the bloodline of a Dou Di, and all my cultivation techniques are the true teachings of ancient clans. I am even older than you! You are merely a descendant of the declining Xiao clan. How could you possibly... how could you possibly defeat me?!"

His roar was filled with resentment, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and the remaining fighting spirit around him fluctuated wildly due to the turmoil of his emotions, even his hair was trembling slightly, and his whole person exuded a kind of madness on the verge of collapse.

Despite the ancient demon's near-madness, Xiao Ling remained calm and composed.

He stood still, neither pressing his advantage nor showing any impatience, simply gazing at his opponent with calm, unwavering eyes, waiting to see what they would do next.

As soon as the ancient demon finished speaking, a bone-chilling cold suddenly spread from his body.

That was an even more frigid battle aura than before. As soon as it appeared, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply, and even the remaining rubble on the ground quickly condensed into a layer of white frost.

In the blink of an eye, thick ice spread up his limbs, completely covering his blood-soaked and disheveled appearance.

A pale blue halo flowed across the surface of the ice, resembling a sturdy armor that completely concealed the bloodstains and wounds on his body, leaving only a pair of stubborn eyes that appeared even colder beneath the ice.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient demon suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

With a soft "whoosh," a crystal-clear spear appeared out of thin air in his palm. The spear shaft was like it had been forged from ancient ice, gleaming with a cold, sharp light, and the spear tip was so sharp it seemed capable of tearing through the air.

As soon as it appeared, a sharp gust of wind flowed along the gun's body. It was clearly made of some strange metal containing extremely cold power. Just looking at it gave people the illusion of being pierced to the bone by the cold.

"Today I will show you the true power of the ancient clans! And I will let you taste the consequences of daring to underestimate me!"

The ancient demon's face was as cold as frost, and the cold light in his eyes was so intense that it almost overflowed.

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot hard on the bluestone ground, and with a loud "bang," the stones flew everywhere. His figure suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Ling as if he had teleported, and his speed was several times faster than before.

At the same time, the ice crystal spear in his hand suddenly began to dance, the spear shadow streaking through the air like a meteor, and faintly, the roars of countless ferocious beasts could be heard from the spear shadow—some like the roar of a tiger, some like the howl of a lion, and a fierce aura rushed towards us.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp killing intent transformed into an invisible gust of wind, following the trajectory of the spear tip, relentlessly piercing towards Xiao Ling's vital points. Wherever the spear wind passed, even the air seemed to freeze into ice crystals, exuding a chilling aura capable of tearing flesh apart. (End of this chapter)