Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 171 The Unparalleled King [Part 2] (Three chapters combined, 6K long chapter!)
"Soul Saint realm?! Sixth soul ring, 200,000 years old! Seventh soul ring, even 500,000 years old! Is this human?!"

Xiao Hongchen stared wide-eyed at Mo Yuan, who had released his soul ring, and cursed in disbelief.

He really wanted to slap himself twice to see if he had already fallen for Mo Yuan's fifth soul skill and was now trapped in an illusion!
Not only him, but the other nine people reacted in much the same way. Before the soul rings were released, they all thought a lot and guessed just how terrifying Mo Yuan had become.

But even with everyone using their imagination, no one could have imagined that Mo Yuan would have reached this point three years later!
Throughout the tens of thousands of years of Soul Master history, and after searching through countless historical records, one cannot find a peerless genius at this age who can rival Mo Yuan!

Meng Hongchen's face turned bright red, like a blooming rose. She unconsciously swallowed. The look of surprise in Ma Xiaotao's eyes disappeared, replaced by a volcanic eruption of heat. She licked her red lips with her small, fragrant tongue, like a wild beast that had spotted its prey.

Ling Luochen tightened her grip on the ice and snow scepter, her long eyelashes like willow catkins in spring, thick and dense in the sunlight.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Xiao Hongchen gritted his teeth, feeling extremely unwilling. He had clearly worked so hard to cultivate, so why was he not only not getting closer to Mo Yuan, but instead getting further and further away from him!
His eyes were fixed on Mo Yuan, his whites bloodshot. The ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing and colliding against each other rang out again as hundreds of level-six peak soul-guided cannons spun around, pointing their dark muzzles at Mo Yuan.

The next instant, scorching flames spewed from the cannon muzzle, and endless shells, lasers, and rays intertwined to form an inescapable net of fire. Streams of light fell like meteors, crashing down on Mo Yuan.

The others followed closely behind. With the assistance of a level-six peak soul-guided propulsion device, Meng Hongchen and Ma Xiaotao soared into the sky, their five soul rings flashing simultaneously.

First Soul Skill: Ice Toad Poison, Second Soul Skill: Ice Poison Ring, Second Soul Skill: Phoenix Reborn in Flames, Third Soul Skill: Phoenix Wings Soaring, Fifth Soul Skill: Phoenix Piercing Clouds Strike!
Meng Hongchen and Ma Xiaotao were on opposite sides of the sky. To the left, poisonous fog and ice sand swirled. The toxicity of the Crimson-Eyed Ice Toad was self-evident; if one's defense was weak, even a little bit of it would be enough to render a Soul Emperor unable to resist.

On the right, Ma Xiaotao spread her phoenix wings, with phoenix flames swirling around her. The temperature was so high that it distorted the void. The exquisite and small phoenix, formed from flames, swooped down towards Mo Yuan with a sharp cry.

Ling Luochen and Yao Haoxuan followed closely behind. The roar of the Thunder Ape spread throughout the entire Soul Arena, both boosting their own teammates and weakening Mo Yuan.

Ling Luochen waved the Ice and Snow Scepter, his fifth spirit ring flashed, and a circle of ice-blue light appeared in the sky. An extremely cold aura enveloped the battle arena, and snowflakes and hail swept in with the gale.

Upon seeing this, Xu Sanshi, Bei Bei, and Jiang Nannan immediately stopped in their tracks. Several Soul Emperors and even Soul Saints launched an attack simultaneously, which was no longer a battle they could get involved in. They could only stay in the rear to protect Gongyang Mo and Yao Haoxuan.

Phoenix flames, a barrage of cannon fire, blizzards, and the beautiful, seemingly calm yet deadly mist—any one of these attacks would be beyond the capabilities of an ordinary Soul Emperor.

However, right now, all these attacks have only one target: Mo Yuan, who is standing still and has not yet made a move.

The children, who had never seen such a terrifying battle before, were immediately stunned and frozen in their seats, some of the more timid ones even shrinking under their seats.

"Do you think that older brother can withstand these attacks?" one child asked.

Before anyone else could react or offer their thoughts, someone replied decisively and confidently.

"He will win, he definitely will."

It was Meng He. He was staring intently at Mo Yuan, who remained unfazed by the attack, his eyes filled with excitement, his body trembling slightly as his adrenaline surged.

At this moment that everyone was watching, time seemed to slow down. Snowflakes hovered in mid-air, each ice crystal refracting tiny rainbows of various colors, like gems left behind by the gods.

The belt of his trench coat was undone, falling loose in absolute silence. Strands of hair on Mo Yuan's forehead swept to the sides as he raised his head, reflecting everything around him in his golden eyes.

The wind stirred, spinning rapidly at speeds exceeding several times the speed of sound. A visible vortex appeared around it, and as the tornado formed from the vortex and spread in the next second, a dust-free land descended!
All the attacks were like being hit head-on by a truck loaded with mud, or perhaps they deliberately crashed into an unshakeable mountain.

In short, once the Dustless Land appeared, no matter how many attacks they launched, it would be to no avail. There was only one outcome: they would return empty-handed!

The flames and poisonous mist were torn apart, merging into a highly toxic fire that rushed towards the extremely cold ice ring above. The extreme cold and extreme heat collided, and amidst a piercing hiss, enough water vapor to poison the Soul King in an instant spread across the Soul Battle Arena, completely obscuring the view.

As they watched the white mist spreading towards them, everyone felt their hair stand on end. They were afraid of the deadly poison, but they were even more worried about Mo Yuan, who might appear at any moment hidden in the white mist!

At this moment, Xiao Hongchen, who was prepared, threw a silver circular block onto the ground without saying a word. As the parts twisted, a huge suction force burst out from it, absorbing the white mist like a vacuum cleaner.

To deal with Mo Yuan, Xiao Hongchen put in a lot of effort, thinking of everything he could think of. He used his soul tool to prepare contingency plans for every soul skill, every fighting style, and every possible predicament that might arise when fighting Mo Yuan!

Ensure absolute safety!
No one dared to act rashly. Everyone present had fought with Mo Yuan, and they all shared the same experience afterward: never let Mo Yuan out of their sight.

Otherwise, when you see him again, you'll only see a long sword or a fist coming at you, which means you're going to lose.

As for the possibility that Mo Yuan might be poisoned and thus lose while in the white mist, no one thought about it; they never dreamed of things that couldn't be realized.

"Faster, faster!"

Xiao Hongchen stared at the white mist that still obscured his vision, shouting inwardly. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The longer he couldn't see Mo Yuan, the more tense he became.

After a few breaths, the white mist finally thinned a bit under the effect of the soul tool, and it would be completely absorbed in a few more breaths.

But just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, an unexpected change occurred. In the silent arena, a piercing shriek, like the cries of thousands of raptors, suddenly reached everyone's ears.

The stinging pain in their eardrums caused everyone to groan in pain, but they paid no attention to that, all of them focusing intently on the thinning white mist.

The bright white light was so conspicuous in the white mist. Amidst the cries of a thousand birds, the originally tiny light began to stretch and extend into countless whips of varying thicknesses.

They finally saw what it was: lightning! The most powerful and terrifying elemental force, lightning, possessing the strongest and most yang energy!
"That's lightning! Mo Yuan has mastered a new attribute!" Ma Xiaotao exclaimed.

In the white mist, Mo Yuan's pair of brilliant golden eyes disappeared, replaced by a blazing white pool of lightning, as if emanating from lightning condensed to its extreme.

The space around him was highly ionized, and the dust in the air shimmered due to ionization. Countless fine electric arcs lashed the void around him.

The scorching heat shattered the highly toxic white mist, obliterating it from the world. The mist dissipated, but visibility remained poor.

The children looked up through the broken glass. The clear blue sky and the sun had vanished, replaced by thick, dark clouds that teemed with lightning.

At this moment, Mo Yuan, with divine wrath and thunderous force, shattered the poisonous fog, as if stealing the light of the sun god.

"Gulu..."

The sound of everyone swallowing nervously could be clearly heard. Suddenly, a drop of liquid hit Xu Sanshi's nose. He touched it and then looked up at the sky. Large raindrops fell on the steel outside the arena, making a crackling sound.

"Is it raining...?"

A fierce wind rushed into the arena from all directions through the gaps, emitting a hoarse, ghostly howl. Mo Yuan gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist. The dragon roars of Han Yue and Xin Ting Hou as they were drawn to shatter the deathly atmosphere. The traces left by the twin swords as they sliced ​​through the rain were like the scythe of death, sending chills down one's spine.

The blazing white arcs of electricity gradually subsided amidst the shrieks, and his dazzling golden eyes reappeared. He gazed at the crowd frozen in place before him and began to walk towards them.

Mo Yuan arrived through the storm, his trench coat billowing in the gale like a battle flag, its lining adorned with a magnificent ukiyo-e print.

The black dragon coiled at the bottom of the abyss, its pitch-black body entwined with the roots of a giant tree. Deadly venom dripped from its jaws, corroding the tree with spiderweb-like cracks, and thirteen frost-scaled venomous snakes slithered in the shadows of its wings.

The decaying bark peels away, a huge horn is blown by a one-eyed man, glaciers are shrouded in eternal night, and a fire giant wields a giant sword in the storm.

He looked down at everyone, his pupils gleaming with the color of molten iron. He didn't need to use the white mist to sneak up and launch a sneak attack. He was now the Dragon King, an unparalleled king. No matter how many opponents he faced, he only needed to crush them with absolute violence.

He walked very slowly, and before he even arrived, his offensive had already enveloped the entire Soul Arena, and even most of the Fire Seed Academy, causing the students and teachers who were unaware of what was happening to get goosebumps.

Faced with this overwhelming sense of oppression, Xiao Hongchen clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from the roots of his teeth.

"defense!"

With a loud shout, he waved his hand and took out a steel shield from his soul tool, placing it in front of him. The steel shield then twisted and turned, completely transforming into a barrier that enveloped him, its surface gleaming with a cold light as if it were indestructible.

More than a hundred soul-guided cannons opened fire again, and amidst the roar, a sky full of firepower erupted, forming an even denser network of fire that enveloped Mo Yuan.

On either side of the sky, Meng Hongchen and Ma Xiaotao immediately followed, their poisonous ice and snow and terrifyingly hot phoenix flames blocking Mo Yuan's movement from both sides.

"Sever your fate, and bless the twilight!"

Mo Yuan leaped into the air, his trench coat fluttering in the wind. He spread his arms wide, carrying two alchemical knives, like a giant eagle swooping down!

In an instant, his twin blades unleashed countless dazzling streaks of light, each several meters long, cleaving the unavoidable barrage of fire in two, which exploded in the void behind him. The phoenix flames were shredded into fragments by the dense blade light. As for the ethereal, formless, poisonous mist, he didn't even flinch, allowing it to envelop him. He was a king, a true dragon king. Aside from a few rare treasures, any poison in his eyes was nothing more than trifles.

In the icy mist, Mo Yuan took a deep breath, inhaling the highly poisonous ice and snow into his lungs, and then exhaled a long breath.

“The taste is average.”

Hearing Mo Yuan's assessment of her poison, Meng Hongchen was dumbfounded. She remembered that her martial soul was the highly poisonous Crimson-Eyed Ice Toad, so why did Mo Yuan only offer a casual remark that it "tastes so-so"?
Mo Yuan landed back on the ground, and those attacks that were terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people had vanished without a trace.

Seeing all this, Xiao Hongchen's eyes were bloodshot. Just as he was about to launch the next attack, he suddenly realized that Mo Yuan had disappeared from the spot, leaving only two swords behind.

"Not good!" Xiao Hongchen instinctively wanted to turn his head to find Mo Yuan's location, but all he saw was cold steel.

A barrier is both a shield and a prison that binds you.

Xiao Hongchen thought for a moment and then prepared to withdraw his gaze. After learning from his previous experience, he had put a lot of effort into this barrier, not only strengthening its hardness but also adding a layer of highly malleable metal in the middle to minimize the risk of Mo Yuan's close-range attacks.

Unfortunately, his idea was indeed good. If it were the previous Mo Yuan, even during his Soul Emperor era, Mo Yuan felt that without using the power of words, he probably wouldn't be able to break through this iron turtle.

But once he crossed the 70% threshold, he was already the Dragon King. He had a general understanding of the abilities of all four kings and eight kings, including those of the King of Earth and the King of Mountains...

Mo Yuan stood outside the steel barrier, his gaze indifferent as he stared at the cold light above. In his eyes, a small golden dot was moving erratically within the steel, which was forged from several different types of steel.

Nothing in this world is indestructible. If it is, it's because you haven't found that special node among the countless complex internal stresses within that object.

The power of the King of Earth and Mountains is not only the immense power of the earth and mountains, but also the ultimate control over 'force', which was demonstrated by Teacher Xia in the original work.

Mo Yuan glanced at the crowd that had already launched an attack on him, then threw a punch that slammed into an ordinary flat surface on the steel barrier. Coincidentally, that was also the location of that small golden dot. The position was exquisite and perfectly placed.

With a single punch, the crucial button was pressed, and external force entered the steel's interior. Countless internal stresses that had previously canceled each other out and were in balance were suddenly disrupted, leading to an exponential chain reaction similar to nuclear fission.

This is stress turbulence.

With a bang, this steel barrier, which would take even a titled Douluo some effort to overcome, shattered under Mo Yuan's seemingly ordinary punch.

Looking at the utterly astonished faces of the crowd outside, Xiao Hongchen's mind nearly went blank. Was this a joke?! The steel barrier his grandfather had personally forged had been shattered by Mo Yuan with a single, casual punch?!
Looking at the incredulous faces of the crowd, Mo Yuan thought to himself: Kid, do you even know what the shock of physics is?
Xiao Hongchen dared not be stunned, much less approach Mo Yuan at such close range, for fear that he would punch him and break his ribs in the next second.

In a panic, Xiao Hongchen abandoned all the soul-guided cannons and retreated while taking out two level-six peak soul-guided swords and holding them in his hands.

"Ah……"

Mo Yuan glanced at his right hand, chuckled, and disappeared from the spot again, gripping the twin swords stuck in the ground once more. Without ranged attack firepower, everyone had no room to hide and only melee combat was an option.

"Mo Yuan!"

Xiao Hongchen roared, wielding two soul-guided swords and propelled by the soul-guided thrusters, transforming into a streak of light and hurtling towards Mo Yuan at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Since their last encounter, he has been meticulously studying physical techniques, from swordsmanship and spear techniques to the most basic footwork. In short, no matter the cost, he will try his best to get as close as possible to Mo Yuan!

Meng Hongchen was the same. Although she was not as hardworking as Xiao Hongchen, she was still a first-class swordsman. The two came side by side, and their four long swords, one gold and one blue, were like the claws of a giant eagle grabbing at Mo Yuan.

At this moment, Xu Sanshi, Bei Bei, Jiang Nannan, and even Yao Haoxuan and Xi Xi all rushed over at lightning speed, while Ling Luochen and Ma Xiaotao waited for an opportunity to attack from a distance.

Mo Yuan held his blood-red longsword horizontally in the air, while Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen's twin swords drew dazzling sword light. The five swords clashed together, and the exploding sparks illuminated the faces of the three.

Mo Yuan's face was indifferent, like ice that had never melted for millennia, while Xiao Hongchen's face, strained, resembled that of a vicious demon grinding its teeth and sucking blood.

Xu Sanshi and Bei Bei joined forces, attacking Mo Yuan's back from both sides simultaneously. Xi Xi suddenly appeared in mid-air like a ghost, her sharp blade crackling with blue lightning as it fell.

The expected blood did not appear the next moment. The three of them hit only air. Mo Yuan disappeared again, as did the Hong Chen siblings. When the three of them reappeared, they were already behind Xu Sanshi and the other two.

The Hongchen siblings actually managed to keep up with Mo Yuan's speed using a level-six peak soul-guided propulsion device and their own strength. Of course, Mo Yuan held back to some extent.

Mo Yuan's sword light was as dense as a torrential rain. His speed exceeded the speed of sound, leaving behind a series of ear-piercing sonic booms in the void. The Hongchen siblings struggled to keep up with him thanks to the power of technology.

No one could lock onto them with their eyes anymore; they had all become afterimages as they moved at high speed. But every blade of light they threw was as bright as the stars and the moon, illuminating people's eyes.

Sparks flew as their voices clashed, like fireworks blooming on an iron tree. If they had been wielding ordinary swords, they would have shattered into pieces long ago in the initial, powerful attack.

Xu Sanshi and Bei Bei could only watch from the sidelines. Even Ma Xiaotao and Ling Luochen dared not make a move, for fear of accidentally injuring the Hongchen siblings.

"Come on, Mo Yuan! Look! This is the result of my three years of hard work! You can defeat me again, but it will never be as easy as last time!"

Xiao Hongchen wildly brandished his twin swords, his body already bearing no fewer than ten bloody gashes of varying lengths and depths, yet he showed no sign of backing down.

Mo Yuan swung his sword as if transcending time, cleaving through the four oncoming swords. Then, with a spin, he leaped over Meng Hongchen and landed behind the two. He swung his sword twice, slashing the back of his blades hard at the brother and sister.

The force on their backs was immense, and even with the protection of their soul-guided armor, the brother and sister were inevitably sent flying backward. If it weren't for the propulsion devices, they would have been sent flying out of the Soul Arena.

Mo Yuan lit a cigarette, using a phoenix flame that had fallen nearby to ignite it, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

He fought ten men single-handedly, yet he was far more carefree than anyone else, his twin swords hanging casually at his sides, as if taking a short rest after exercising.

Another puff of green smoke escaped Mo Yuan's lips as he casually twirled his sword, spilling the blood from its blade into the puddle on the ground. The rain continued to fall, the wind howled, and the humming sound of the sword cutting through the air blended together, creating the sound of a demon reciting the Bible.

"Did you all see it clearly?" Mo Yuan turned to the children below who were completely mesmerized and asked.

Faced with the sudden question, the children were stunned at first, and subconsciously nodded. After realizing what was happening, they immediately shook their heads violently. But when they saw Mo Yuan's extremely indifferent golden eyes, they nodded again in fear.

"Ah."

Mo Yuan smiled, then exhaled the cigarette from his mouth and stepped back out of the spot. He walked slowly on the Soul Battle Platform, his footsteps treading on the rain. The tips of Han Yue and Xin Ting Hou's blades trembled slightly, and a soft whistling sound was heard with each deep breath...

It's like a ravenous demon that devours its prey.

Everyone present suddenly felt as if they were frozen by the murderous aura. Before Mo Yuan even raised his sword, the coldness on the sword had already enveloped their entire bodies, passing through their chests and stabbing out from behind.

"Back off!!" Xiao Hongchen suddenly roared.

But before he could finish speaking, Mo Yuan vanished without a trace, like a demon from hell who made people trade their souls. Only the ripples on the ground proved that someone had been standing there.

Xu Sanshi and Bei Bei suddenly felt a chill down their spines. Just as they were about to back away, they were struck by a tremendous force and sent flying off the fighting arena, crashing into the stands.

Yao Haoxuan, Gongyang Mo, and Ling Luochen followed closely behind, but since the three of them had higher cultivation levels, they were not in too much of a sorry state.

When Mo Yuan reappeared from thin air, he was already in front of Hong Chen and his sister. Before they could react, he kicked out and struck them squarely in the chest.

The two flew straight into the sky, their positions perfectly aligned with Ma Xiaotao's.

Mo Yuan leaped up and arrived in front of them. Ma Xiaotao seemed to have noticed something, so she wanted to speak up to remind them and turned around to step back.

But it was too late. Mo Yuan waved his hands, and the long swords sliced ​​through the void. Time seemed to slow down in their eyes, allowing them to clearly track the trajectory of the two swords.

The flashes of Han Yue and Xin Ting Hou's swords intertwined before the three of them, a scene as beautiful as cherry blossoms falling in an empty mountain and the bright moon hanging in the sky.

After the flash of the blades, three figures crashed onto the stands simultaneously.

Mo Yuan landed back on the ground with a click, his twin swords returned to their sheaths, and his cigarette was lit again. Amidst the swirling smoke, his golden eyes shone brightly, revealing his kingly majesty.

(End of this chapter)