Douluo: Dragon King's Divine Elegy

Chapter 215 The Furious Qian Gu Zhangting: Space-Time Rifts Are the Perfect Counter to Battle Armor! (Two Chapters Combined)

"Tower Master."

"Homeowner!"

While some were filled with fear, others were overjoyed. The high-ranking members who had always followed Tianfeng Weiyi stood up in unison, their eyes filled with unprecedented excitement.

Leng Yaozhu's stern expression faded slightly, and she said with relief, "Very good, there are still people who uphold their principles."

Upon hearing this, the parties in the meeting hall were instantly polarized, with some laughing heartily and others grieving.

Qian Gu Dongfeng's gaze was reserved as he slowly spoke, "The election is a grand event for our Spirit Pagoda. The return of Tianfeng Douluo is a double celebration. Tianfeng, please have a seat."

Leng Yaozhu's phoenix eyes swept over with a calm, still gaze, her pupils seemingly burning with heavenly fire, and a quasi-divine pressure, directed solely at Qian Gu Dongfeng, swept over everything.

The east wind, though ancient, remains unchanged.

His two hands, resting on the armrests of the chair, clenched tightly together instantly, veins bulging on the backs of his hands. The surrounding space seemed to be compressed as if by iron, with faint, distorted ripples spreading across it. To outsiders, this was imperceptible, but to Qian Gu Dongfeng, it appeared as a celestial fire phoenix soaring through the sky, coldly staring at him, its feathers capable of unleashing a raging inferno that could incinerate everything in an instant.

As Leng Yaozhu shifted her gaze and gracefully sat down beside Xia Zheng Leng, the astonishing pressure quickly dissipated.

Qian Gu Dongfeng's face was slightly pale, much like a drowning person who had fallen into the water, struggled desperately, and barely escaped death. A violent tremor came from his chest, and his breath was torn into several parts, none of them complete.

"A quasi-god!"

Between two Limit Douluo of the same level, it is almost impossible for one to completely control the other with their aura, unless the one exerting the aura is stronger than the one being suppressed.

Qian Gu Dongfeng gritted his teeth. Countless reporters with their long lenses and microphones were present. He dared not reveal his shock and anger, but a raging storm was brewing in his heart.

The difference between a demigod and a quasi-god is only one step, yet the difference is enormous. In a sense, the latter has already stepped halfway into the realm of gods.

When did she advance?

The atmosphere at the scene became somewhat strange as Leng Yaozhu took her seat.

Ordinary viewers watching the live stream did not notice the confrontation between the higher-ups of the Spirit Pagoda.

However, the high-ranking officials from various factions sitting at the scene were restless.

Leng Yaozhu and Nan Liujing remained in the small plane, which many powerful figures knew about and were aware of the severity of the restricted area's closure. Who could have imagined that this master and disciple pair would actually survive?

Upon considering Nan Liujing's identity and talent, the invited high-ranking members of various factions exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile wryly.

The only saving grace is that although they have befriended Qian Gu Dong Feng and were attracted by the promised soul cooperation, at least they haven't engaged in more detailed cooperation and are still in a state of communication, so everything can still be salvaged.

At the same moment, the high-ranking officials of the Temple of War and the Federation, who were also watching the live broadcast, smiled knowingly.

"It's up to you now."

Gu Yue smiled sweetly and gave Nan Liujing a high five as he approached, then her graceful and tall figure slowly walked away.

Nan Liujing stopped where Gu Yue had been standing, looking at Qian Gu Zhangting with an angry and incredulous expression. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and then he turned to look at Qian Gu Dieting, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Old man, do you still remember the promise we made a few years ago?"

People's eyes unconsciously fell on Qian Gu Die Ting, whose expression remained unchanged.

Qian Gu Die Ting calmly glanced at Nan Liu Jing and said, "When necessary, we should withdraw appropriately."

Nan Liujing smiled knowingly: "Okay."

Qian Gu Dongfeng's pupils contracted slightly. What did Father mean by this?
Qian Gu Zhangting clenched his fists, his eyes practically spitting out a visible fire of jealousy.

What did my great-grandfather mean? Did he think I would lose? Even if Nan Liujing is a genius, at the age of eighteen, breaking through to the high-level Soul Saint is the best he can do. How could I, a titled Douluo and a three-word Battle Armor Master, be defeated?
Then, recalling Gu Yue, who had never smiled at him but always smiled radiantly at Nan Liujing, a burning anger that had almost overwhelmed him flared up completely.

"Heavenly Saint Spirit Envoy, please immediately announce the start of the duel!"

Xu Shengqun was about to ask the old tower master for instructions when Qian Gu Zhangting spoke up again, even with a hint of urgency: "Since we are competing for the position of tower master's successor, we must fight for real and show our strength to the fullest, even if it means getting injured. I suggest we skip the virtual space and go directly to the Soul Arena."

A commotion broke out at the scene.

Basically, every top-tier power sets up a virtual space in their home, similar to the Hall of Heroes in the Xuanmen sect, but with a lower level of technology. Inside, they can fight without restraint and are not afraid of being injured in reality if they die. The only downside is that it has some impact on their mental strength.

But no one expected that Qian Gu Zhang Ting would actually seek a real-world confrontation.

All the various factions and the councilors of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters frowned.

While virtual space is useful, it also has limitations. It can only withstand the enhancement of a two-word battle armor. When Qian Gu Zhang Ting broke through to the Title Douluo level, he was also announced as a three-word battle armor master. No wonder he was unwilling to engage in virtual duels; he probably planned to find an excuse to kill Nan Liu Jing.

Xu Shengqun frowned, about to speak, when Qian Gu Dieting slowly asked, "Are you sure?"

The old man's eyes were extremely deep.

Qian Gu Zhangting felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and forced himself to say, "I'm sure."

"Very well." The old man nodded, then looked at the large hall and said in a booming voice, "Everyone, please follow me."

Qian Gu Die Ting acted with extreme speed, leaving whenever he wanted.

The group of spirit messengers, councilors, and high-ranking officials from various factions looked at each other in bewilderment and then chose to follow suit.

As for the reporters, they were extremely professional in broadcasting the footage from the best viewing angles.

Qian Gu Zhangting originally wanted to make some harsh remarks to Nan Liujing in advance, but his face suddenly darkened.

Because he witnessed Gu Yue throwing herself into Nan Liujing's arms, her flawless white face still glowing with a rosy hue and happiness nourished by love.

"Crack!"

The sound of cracking knuckles rang out, and Qian Gu Zhangting's eyes turned bloodshot as he gasped for breath.

"Snapped--"

A hand patted his shoulder.

Qian Gu Zhangting instantly regained consciousness and turned to look at a familiar face.

"grandfather."

Qian Gu Dongfeng narrowed his eyes and transmitted his voice, instructing, "Your great-grandfather's attitude towards you and Nan Liujing is very strange. In addition, that bitch Leng Yaozhu has broken through to the Quasi-God realm, so she can no longer kill people. From now on, try to maintain the demeanor of a strong person and don't lose face. It would be best if you win, but don't worry if you lose. Grandpa will help you one more time."

Qian Gu Zhangting pursed his lips, his expression solemn, and nodded: "I understand, Grandpa."

On their way away, the grandfather and grandson did not look at Nan Liujing again.

Right next to the Heavenly Spirit Tower, there is a Soul Arena that belongs exclusively to the Spirit Pagoda. Due to the virtual space, this place has gradually become a venue for singers to hold concerts and is rarely used for Soul Master duels anymore.

As people gradually took their seats, their gazes immediately fell upon the arena, which was 300 meters in diameter.

Countless cameras and microphones were also focused on it. At that time, the number of citizens of the Sun and Moon Federation watching the live broadcast was approaching 100 million.

"Om~"

A buzzing sound arose, and a huge soul power shield rose up and gradually closed in the air.

Qian Gu Zhangting, dressed in white, and Nan Liujing, dressed in black, stood two hundred meters apart, gazing at each other from afar.

In the center of the arena, Xu Shengqun, acting as the referee, said in a loud voice: "You are all peerless geniuses of my Spirit Pagoda. No matter the outcome of the duel, you must not let it damage your harmony. As for the process of the duel, just give it your all."

As soon as he finished speaking, under the watchful eyes of millions, Xu Shengqun flashed away from the center of the arena, and at the same time, his voice resounded throughout the continent: "The duel begins!"

"Roar."

A blinding white-gold radiance erupted from Qian Gu Zhang Ting's body, accompanied by a resounding dragon roar. A terrifying gust of wind followed a phantom dragon shadow that flew out and swirled around him, while a white-gold dragon-coiled staff quietly materialized in his hand.

The indomitable and domineering will belonging to the Demon-Slaying Dragon Soul spread out, flowing with white light, highlighting the majestic and righteous appearance of the Ancient Pavilion.

His cold voice slowly rang out: "Our martial souls are both the Panlong Staff, and my cultivation is much higher than yours. In that case, before the soul power duel, why not have a contest of pure staff skills?"

Qian Gu Zhangting listened to his grandfather's words, and he was well aware of how many people were watching him through the live stream at that time.

No matter how much resentment and jealousy he felt, he had to suppress it.

Nan Liujing made a grabbing motion in the air, and the exploding arc of electricity flew away. In a deep dark blue, a dark cyan dragon-coiled staff materialized and was held in his hand.

He casually flicked the stick and said nonchalantly, "Sure."

Upon hearing this, Qian Gu Zhangting revealed a barely perceptible sneer, and with a whoosh, he swiftly rushed towards Nan Liujing.

For a titled Douluo, a distance of two hundred meters wouldn't even take a single breath.

With a leap, Qian Gu Zhang Ting stepped into the air. He swung the Panlong Staff with one arm and slashed down at Nan Liu Jing. The terrifying force pushed aside the surrounding heaven and earth energy like a tidal wave, forming a broken and distorted zone. Although he did not use his soul power, the air was still filled with bursts of dragon roars.

The power of the Panlong Staff Soul Master has always been among the best of the power-type Soul Masters. This strike was incomprehensible to ordinary people, but most of the high-level Soul Masters present nodded in approval, recognizing its power.

"boom--"

The Dragon-Slaying Staff, imbued with its master's suppressed dissatisfaction, attempted to shatter the youth standing on the floor.

The crisp thud echoed across the huge arena, and the whistling wind left mottled cracks on the hard ground. However, a scene that left countless people speechless occurred.

Just as the dragon-shaped staff was about to strike Nan Liujing, his left hand shot out with a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, and then he grabbed the other end of the Dragon-Slaying Staff with a backhand.

That terrifying power, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, posed no threat to him whatsoever; only the floor beneath his feet cracked slightly.

"How can it be!"

While suspended in mid-air, sensing the other end of his martial spirit that was tightly imprisoned, Qian Gu Zhangting was suddenly startled.

Before he could make any further moves, Nan Liujing made his move.

Grasping the Evil-Slaying Dragon Staff, he casually slammed it onto the ground, along with the Ancient Pavilion, making a whack-a-mole motion.

Qian Gu Zhangting was in mid-air when he suddenly fell to the ground. His muscles bulged as he tried to forcefully pull his martial spirit out of Nan Liujing's hands to save face, but before he could do so, he made intimate contact with the floor with two muffled thuds.

Then, Nan Liujing casually flicked the other end of the Evil-Slaying Dragon Staff in an arc, tossing it away as if it were trash.

Throughout the entire process, Qian Gu Zhangting did not let go, which resulted in his body wiping the dust-free ground like a rag.

silence.

Throughout the entire Soul Arena, everyone except a very few people who knew Nan Liujing well stared wide-eyed.

The extensive cracks covering the floor testified to the power of Qian Gu Zhangting, but the scene of him being toyed with was not a fabrication.

He was completely overwhelmed by strength!

Kneeling on one knee, with a few specks of dust still on his face, Qian Gu Zhangting stared at the platinum dragon staff in his hand, his pupils trembling, and shouted incredulously at Nan Liujing, "How could your strength be stronger than mine!"

He intended to teach his opponent a lesson with stick fighting, but he never expected to be the one who would be taught a lesson in return.

Looking at the surprised eyes of the crowd, Qian Gu Zhangting felt as if ants were crawling all over his body.

A sense of panic spread from the bottom of his heart, but after the extreme panic came extreme anger, and an extreme killing intent gradually emerged in his blood-red eyes.

Nan Liujing shook his head. "It's not that my power is strong, but that your power is too weak."

"Come, take your dragon-patterned staff. I'll teach you how to best utilize your strength in staff techniques."

The ancient pavilion froze, its expression gradually turning ferocious.

Having lived for almost thirty years, this is the first time I've heard a stranger say that he's here to teach me the Panlong Staff Technique.

Especially this enemy who always seems to be one step ahead of him!

"Die!" These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Qian Gu Zhangting roared angrily, completely forgetting his grandfather's instructions. He flashed and leaped into the air again. As platinum light burst forth from his body once more, a set of platinum battle armor with countless intricate patterns and a thick and heavy texture quickly covered his body.

The aura of Qian Gu Zhang Ting surged, and the air in the entire arena trembled.

The dragon-shaped relief on the staff in his hand seemed to come alive, with a huge, incandescent dragon emerging from it, roaring and howling. An indomitable will soared into the sky, causing the laws of heaven and earth to tremble wildly until they shattered.

"Fight against heaven and earth!"

As countless shattered laws were swallowed by the Demon-Slaying Dragon Soul, the entire Panlong Staff instantly swelled up, becoming a colossal pillar that blotted out the sky, and roared down towards Nan Liujing.

Where it passed, space shattered and twisted violently, and the spatial fragments, like the remnants of billions of stars, scattered in all directions, as if the entire world had collapsed under this single blow.

"Didn't you want to compare your stick skills with mine? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Nan Liujing's sneer echoed in everyone's ears.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Nan Liujing didn't even move. Holding the Panlong Staff, he stood still, displaying a calm and composed demeanor, as if he were unmoved by the impending storm.

Purple gold, purple gold, purple gold, purple gold, platinum, platinum, platinum, platinum—eight terrifyingly powerful spirit rings rose rapidly, with the third-ranked purple-gold spirit ring quietly radiating its light.

Layers upon layers of lightning suddenly surrounded his body, and an undying will arose spontaneously. Outside the lightning, as the power of Nan Liujing's bloodline was released, a layer of golden dragon energy covered him. The dragon energy was filled with golden dragon shadows. Facing the crushing force of the indomitable will, it did not hesitate at all and completely ignored it.

"Rumble--"

The next instant, Nan Liujing was completely immersed in the overwhelming indomitable will of the Demon-Slaying Dragon Staff.

With a deafening crack, the incredibly hard platform, strong enough to withstand a battle between low-level Title Douluos, shattered instantly. Earth and rocks flew like waves, and the violent energy tore a giant crater a hundred meters in diameter into the arena. The light and shadow of the world dimmed, as if everything had been annihilated in a single blow.

With the attack over, Qian Gu Zhang Ting stood on the void, looking down at the dust-shrouded ground.

Suddenly, under the watchful eyes of countless people, the dust was stirred up, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a dark blue stick.

An invisible whirlwind swept away the dust and mist, leaving everything clear and bright, like the sky after a rain.

The young man in black remained standing still. The lightning laws contained within the explosive lightning energy on his body were somewhat broken, while the golden dragon shadow within the golden dragon energy continued to circle and move without any change.

In the blink of an eye, the few fragments of lightning energy solidified again, as if nothing had happened.

"This is impossible!?"

Qian Gu Zhangting opened his eyes wide and roared with utter despair.

No one in the audience spoke; they all stared in astonishment at the scene.

The Unyielding Staff Technique is renowned throughout the entire Soul Master world. The first move, Battle Against Heaven and Earth, alone, when fully unleashed, is enough to defeat more than 70% of Super Douluo.

However, Nan Liujing, with his eighth-ring cultivation level and without wearing battle armor, was able to withstand the attack without even getting his clothes dirty.

Is that human being?
"Come again!"

Qian Gu Zhangting's face turned red as he roared furiously.

The dragon-patterned staff in his hand trembled violently, and countless staff shadows appeared around his body, overlapping wildly. His battle armor also emitted a dense white light, accompanied by a world-shaking dragon roar, clearly revealing his battle armor domain.

"Unyielding Staff Technique, Second Form: Earth-Shattering Strike!"

The name of the move flashed through people's minds as they stared intently at the now-ruined arena, not daring to miss a single detail.

Some powerful figures solemnly voiced their doubts to Nan Liujing.

Now you should finally unleash your battle armor, right?

The Unyielding Staff Technique is an attack that becomes more ferocious with each move. Because of the remnants of broken laws, as long as the user keeps going, they will automatically be injected into the next move, which is similar to the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

"wrong!"

A murmur of surprise rippled through the reporters.

Just as people were anticipating how Nan Liujing would withstand the next move of the Unyielding Staff Technique, a bizarre scene unfolded. Nan Liujing, who was standing in the ruins, vanished like a wisp of dust.

What about people?

Everyone hurriedly looked around the arena, trying to locate Nan Liujing.

The ancient pavilion, suspended in mid-air, also paused for a moment due to this unexpected turn of events.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a whisper that resonated deep within the ancient Zhangting Pavilion slowly came from behind.

Qian Gu Zhangting's pupils suddenly contracted, and he swung his Panlong Staff horizontally, the layers upon layers of unyielding staff intent as dense as raindrops hitting banana leaves.

"Click——"

A crisp shattering sound rang out, and tiny cracks appeared in the space around the Qian Gu Zhang Pavilion, much like a broken mirror, with a deep silver light flashing and disappearing in the cracks.

The indomitable intent unleashed by the coiled dragon staff vanished into the void, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Right in front of the Qian Gu Zhang Pavilion, a claw blade slowly emerged from the crack, containing a strange power of space and time, as if it came from another world.

Just as Qian Gu Zhangting was about to retaliate, he was horrified to find that his body had been forcibly sealed within a cube-shaped space with a range of movement of no more than two meters.

Forget about turning his body, even moving the Dragon Coil Staff was like being injected with molten iron and then sinking into mud. It took him an astonishing amount of strength to move even ten centimeters.

The silver claw blade was already close.

Qian Gu Zhangting was startled, but kept his composure and said, "Under the Battle Armor Domain, the Battle Armor's defensive power will be increased to the maximum. What can you do to me?" He had already decided to unleash all the Unyielding Staff Techniques he had learned in one go.

"is it?"

A detached voice came from within the crack.

Just as Qian Gu Zhangting was brimming with confidence and was also preparing to take the blow head-on, the scene that made him so confident that he would fall into the abyss occurred.

The silver claw blade ignored the battle armor domain and the battle armor itself, and like a hot knife through butter, it slowly penetrated into the battle armor. Through the spatial rift, the true form of Qian Gu Zhang Ting could already be seen.

"stop!"

A thunderous shout rang out, and Qian Gu Dongfeng was suddenly startled, his figure flashing as he tried to save his grandson.

"sit down!"

On the other side, Leng Yaozhu shouted, and the sky suddenly turned dark red. A pair of phoenix eyes stared down, and the terrifying pressure made the entire Soul Arena emit a mournful cry as if it were collapsing.

Qian Gu Dongfeng's face flushed red, and his body, which had just stood up, was instantly forced back down.

The others were taken aback, gaining a completely new understanding of Leng Yaozhu's strength.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, the silver claw blade slashed into Qian Gu Zhangting's chest and exited from his left shoulder.

The moment it broke free, the claw blades vanished, and silver light surged into the surrounding spatial rifts, transforming into the figure of Nan Liujing. The pale silver light on his left palm quickly dissipated.

Qian Gu Zhangting stood frozen in place. The anger and bloodlust in his eyes, which were covered by the battle armor and mask, faded instantly, leaving them dull and lifeless.

The three-word battle armor, having lost its master's control, quietly shrank back into the body, revealing its true form hidden inside.

Under the breathless gaze of countless people, silver claw marks, gleaming from Qian Gu Zhangting's chest to his left shoulder, stretched all the way to his internal organs, and even revealed his violently beating heart.

The blow nearly tore his body apart.

The fact that his heart was still beating was enough to show that Nan Liujing had held back.

Qian Gu Zhangting looked at Nan Liujing, who was so close at hand, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. He tilted his head back and then fell from the air into the pit and ravine he had blasted himself.

A dull thud echoed, startling everyone present.

Looking at Nan Liujing, who was suspended in the air with eight unknown-colored soul rings pulsating around his body, a commotion broke out online.

Eight rings, without wearing battle armor, defeated a nine-ring titled Douluo, plus a three-word battle armor master.

If this isn't cheating, what is it?
Compared to ordinary people, the Soul Masters, or rather, Battle Armor Masters present, all had solemn expressions.

The boost that battle armor provides to soul masters is never just an increase in combat power, but also includes defense.

Even a physically weak support-type Soul King, with his One-Word Battle Armor, can have a defensive strength comparable to a Soul Emperor-level defensive Soul Master. But now, a Soul Master has appeared who can ignore the defense of battle armor.

"Heavenly Saint Douluo, shouldn't you announce the start of the competition?"

Nan Liujing spoke to Xu Shengqun with a normal expression.

Awakening from his surprise, Xu Shengqun immediately declared, "I hereby announce that the winner of the Spirit Pagoda Master's succession is Nan Liujing!"

"Pretty!"

Inside the audience, the girls, led by Gu Yue, cheered and high-fived in celebration. Even knowing the outcome, they were still happy for their loved ones.

Qian Gu Qingfeng and Xia Zheng Leng exchanged a cold smile.

Leng Yaozhu stared at Nan Liujing with seductive eyes.

Others wondered why Nan Liujing wasn't wearing battle armor in the fight, but only she knew that a powerful person who could subdue her, a quasi-god, would not be defeated by someone who only reached the Super Douluo realm by relying on battle armor.

The joys and sorrows, the partings and reunions between people, are vividly displayed at this moment.

The ancient east wind hurriedly flew into the ravine to check on its grandson's condition.

Those who submitted to him had ashen faces and slumped in their chairs, like salted fish that had lost their dreams.

Soul Masters who have always upheld the Heavenly Phoenix lineage are overjoyed, as if they have won the lottery.

call out.

In the ravine, Qian Gu Dong Feng carried the already pale-faced and unconscious Qian Gu Zhang Ting back to the ground.

Qian Gu Die Ting said in an unquestionable tone, "I've already had Lin Shu waiting for us on the 108th floor."

Lin Shu, the only healing-type Title Douluo in the Spirit Pagoda, was also the powerful figure who was once invited by Qian Gu Qingfeng to examine Nan Liujing.

"Yes."

Qian Gu Dongfeng showed no sign of anger, his expression remained extremely calm, and he left with Qian Gu Zhangting under the watchful eyes of everyone present.

Qian Gu Die Ting watched his youngest son's departing figure and gently shook his head.

"Effective immediately, Nan Liujing will succeed Li Mengjie as the Spirit Messenger!"

The old man's eyes gleamed, and he spoke in a booming voice.

Witch Douluo Li Mengjie's expression changed, and she ultimately chose to submit.

"besides."

The old man's image was broadcast live to every household: "From today onwards, the position of Tower Master is once again handed over to Tianfeng Douluo Leng Yaozhu."

In an instant, cameras were precisely moved onto the stunningly beautiful Leng Yaozhu.

Leng Yaozhu's red lips curved into a slight smile.

The great purge of the Spirit Pagoda is about to begin...

(End of this chapter)