Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

With a loud 'boom,' the explosion rang out again.

Long Xiaoyao was knocked several meters away by the giant dragon formed from terrifying flames before he could barely stop.

By this time, his body was covered with large burns. His silver hair, which was originally even neater than Xuanzi's, was now a mess, completely charred and dry from the flames, and could not be restored.

Just as Long Xiaoyao was about to think about how to deal with or escape, another terrifying flame attacked him.

"Crazy woman!"

He cursed inwardly and tried to jump up to avoid the incoming flames, but he didn't expect Long Yaoyan to have already appeared in mid-air and kicked him hard in the back!
Long Xiaoyao was completely unable to resist and plummeted straight down, instantly engulfed by the flames...

Long Yaoyan appeared on the scorched earth, his gaze fixed on Long Xiaoyao, who was engulfed in flames. He couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Could that old guy have died like this?"

Suddenly, a powerful surge of dark element burst through the sea of ​​fire, forcefully creating a passage.

Long Xiaoyao's body was covered by his own dark elements, which transformed into a temporary protective layer, trying his best to resist the extreme heat.

Even so, his originally rosy complexion became increasingly unsightly, even turning pale.

His soul power was being rapidly depleted. Although a Limit Douluo's soul power reserves were extremely abundant, such depletion was extraordinary when facing an opponent who was also a Limit Douluo.

Moreover, Long Xiaoyao could clearly feel his body rapidly dehydrating—a state he hadn't experienced for many years, yet it suddenly descended upon him.

This made him feel even more wary and fearful of the Limit Douluo in front of him who controlled the ultimate fire.

Indeed, there is a reason why the ultimate martial spirit can dominate and stand out from the crowd on this continent.

Finally, Long Xiaoyao gritted his teeth and made a decision: "Silent Dark Domain!" As soon as he finished speaking, dense darkness swept in like a tide, enveloping the extreme fire layer by layer.

The dark power emanating from him, though not as powerful as Sheng Yangyue's dark domain, was still capable of interfering with an enemy's five senses for a short period of time.

The moment the domain unfolded, he didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately chose a direction, turned around, and fled—he was truly afraid.

After only a few moves, he realized that he was no match for the woman in front of him.

Continuing to fight is completely pointless; escaping is the best option right now. We also need to find Beibei as soon as possible and escape with him!

As the encroaching darkness enveloped her, Long Yaoyan sensed that the surrounding environment had instantly fallen into silence and pitch blackness, but her expression remained calm as usual, and she simply snapped her fingers lightly.

The next second, the flames, like a sun that could illuminate all darkness, instantly shattered this dark realm.

Immediately afterwards, these flames, like docile subjects, obeyed her commands completely, quickly coalescing into a ring of fire around the two of them, directly blocking all of Long Xiaoyao's escape routes.

"My ultimate defense was instantly shattered by her? How is that possible?"

Long Xiaoyao stared at the scorching wall of fire before him, his face filled with disbelief.

He couldn't help but turn around to look at Long Yaoyan, whose face remained expressionless.

Why is there such a huge gap between two Limit Douluo?

Just what kind of monster family is this? In my own era, there was a powerful figure like Sheng Yangyue who dominated an entire generation; now, there is a group of younger generations who suppress geniuses of their generation like monsters; and now, even more ruthless characters like Long Yaoyan have emerged.

At this moment, an absurd thought suddenly arose in Long Xiaoyao's mind: without breaking through to the Limit Douluo level, it would be like looking at the moon in a well, never able to touch the peak; but even if one stepped into the Limit Douluo realm, facing a true powerhouse, it would be as laughable and pitiful as an ant trying to shake a tree.

The woman before him was like a towering fiery tree, while he was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant ant in the darkness, powerless to resist!

Not far from the battle between Long Yaoyan and Long Xiaoyao, Mo Yan sat quietly on a branch, watching the two below. It was less a "battle" and more a situation where Long Xiaoyao was completely on the defensive—he had absolutely no way to deal with the extreme fire and could only stand there like a punching bag, letting Long Yaoyan attack him.

"This Long Xiaoyao seems to be completely ruined," Mo Yan said softly, his tone tinged with amusement.

She could sense that, starting today, the last bit of spirit that sustained Long Xiaoyao was truly about to be completely extinguished.

Back then, Sheng Yangyue broke Long Xiaoyao's spine, a genius, but it didn't truly extinguish his fighting spirit—he always believed that as long as he broke through to the Limit Douluo level, there was still hope for a comeback. However, repeated failures, coupled with the absolute strength and overwhelming dominance displayed by Long Yaoyan today, became the final straw that broke Long Xiaoyao's back!
"How pitiful!" Mo Yan even felt a bit sorry for Long Xiaoyao. "But, who told you to be one of the chosen ones of that era?"

After finishing his reflections, Mo Yan suddenly sensed another unfamiliar presence approaching.

She immediately stood up and looked in the direction from which the aura came, and sure enough, she saw the figure of the "Strongest Soul King of Ten Thousand Years".

At this moment, the Soul King, carrying a sack on his shoulder, was hurrying towards the direction where Bei Bei had fled.

At this moment, Beibei was like a lamb that had heard the rustling of straw, rapidly approaching the direction of the strongest Soul King of ten thousand years.

"Should we take care of them all now?" Mo Yan began to hesitate.

If Beibei and Tangya were to die here, it might be considered a "happy ending" for some people.

But then she thought again and gave up the idea: "Forget it, these two guys are the foreshadowing of sending Moon away in the end. Let's just consider it as giving Moon a dignified way to leave."

"By the way, I'll also let Mu En see what kind of face Tang San, whom he respects the most, really has—it'll be a way of repaying him for taking care of me these past few years!"

In the end, Mo Yan gave up the idea of ​​killing Tang Ya and Bei Bei and sat back down on the tree branch.

Deep in the forest, Beibei is running with all her might.

He gripped the recording soul tool tightly in his hand and, following the prompts inside, approached the direction of the strongest soul king of ten thousand years, constantly chanting in his heart: "Xiaoya, please don't be hurt, I'm coming to save you!"

Soon, Beibei ran to an open meadow.

The meadow was surrounded by dense trees, and directly in front of him stood a man in a cloak carrying a sack.

Where is Xiaoya?

Beibei gripped the dragon pill tightly in his hand and questioned the cloaked figure before him sharply. If Xiaoya weren't in this sack, he would rather die than hand over the dragon pill.

"Here it is!" The cloaked man patted the sack on his shoulder and said in a calm voice, "Did you bring what I asked for?"

"At this!"

Without much thought, Beibei held up the dragon pill in her hand and displayed it to the cloaked man.

But this action completely cost him his bargaining chips—the cloaked man kicked him away, and the dragon pill was snatched away by the other party.

"Is this the dragon pill that you wanted, sir?" The cloaked man looked down at the dragon pill in his hand and examined it carefully.

Then, he turned his gaze to Beibei, who had been kicked into the tree trunk, and began to think: Should he also take care of the girl in the sack and this boy at the same time?

But just as he was about to take the initiative, a chilling killing intent suddenly enveloped him.

Immediately afterwards, a cold voice rang in his mind: "Didn't your two masters teach you not to do unnecessary things?"

...(End of chapter)