Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 521 Is there really a master behind Huo Yuhao?! Huo Yuhao's Ten-Move Agreement with Long Xiaoyao (Extra Chapter)
The sunlight poured down like liquid gold.

It dyed half the sky a clear, warm color.

It forms a distinct boundary with the inky black sky to the north.

Long Xiaoyao and many other powerful figures present all looked south.

in view.

There was no sign of them.

However, in the darkness...

An indescribable pressure quietly descended.

It is not soul power.

It is neither power nor authority.

It's more like a sense of "presence" that touches the soul.

It was as if eyes from the heavens were looking down upon them, stirring a restless unease in their hearts.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The clouds seemed to freeze.

The world suddenly began to tremble.

next moment.

The sky, which was originally just a flowing golden expanse, suddenly seemed to have had a thin veil lifted by an invisible giant hand.

The golden light no longer falls.

Instead, it surged down like a celestial river bursting its banks, drawing back a dazzling curtain of light between the clouds and mountains.

Someone murmured, their voice hoarse.

"That's... Huo Yuhao."

In the waterfall of light.

A figure stepped through the air.

He walked slowly, his blue robes fluttering in the brilliant light, each step causing the vast golden curtain to sway.

behind him.

A thousand-foot-long divine eye, as bright as the sun, materialized, and life-giving flames, with a glassy texture, surged from the pupil.

as far as the eye can see.

Ripples of gold and emerald hues spread across the space.

Specks of shimmering green dust appeared out of nowhere, sprouted and grew upon landing, and blossomed into flowers in an instant.

Huo Yuhao walked on this path of life that appeared out of nowhere.

His steps appeared light and slow.

But with just a few steps, he arrived hundreds of meters in front of the Dark Holy Dragon.

The two powerful figures of their time stared at each other.

between heaven and earth.

Dead silence.

In terms of imposing presence, Huo Yuhao was in no way inferior to Long Xiaoyao.

Those powerful figures who had previously expressed reservations about Huo Yuhao dared not utter another word.

Jing Hongchen was even more terrified.

Ignoring Xiao Hongchen's pale face.

They hurriedly set up one soul-guided device after another.

"This is truly unbelievable."

Long Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes and slowly said:

"In just one month, you have improved so much. No wonder you are in such a hurry to keep this ten-move challenge."

"Even if you possess the power of a Limit Douluo, it is still wishful thinking to think you can defeat me in ten moves."

Huo Yuhao calmly said:

“You’ll know once you try it.”

Long Xiaoyao's gaze passed over Huo Yuhao.

It landed on the Shrek group that followed him.

Mu En, Xuan Zi, Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin'er... each of them is a titled Douluo renowned throughout the continent.

Besides.

Also included are Zhang Lexuan, Ma Xiaotao, Wang Dong, Beibei and other relatives and friends.

suddenly.

Long Xiaoyao's gaze froze, fixed on the center of the crowd.

A figure in white stood like the bright moon in the sky, surrounded by people who seemed to be a constellation of stars.

He looked no older than twenty, with clear, bright eyes like a jade mountain reflecting snow, and a smile playing on his lips.

The wind ruffled his unbound black hair and slightly open robe, his carefree spirit almost bursting out of the painting.

He casually raised his hand, and a clear stream of water poured from the spout. He tilted his head back and drank.

Then, with a casual wipe of his lips, his smile deepened.

It felt like a tense, imminent world.

It was just a little show he put on to pass the time while drinking.

Not just Long Xiaoyao.

At this moment, the various forces hidden in the surrounding mountains also noticed this scene.

Shrek's trip.

The gathering was attended by many respected elders and brilliant minds, including even the terminally ill Mu En, who arrived in a wheelchair.

Who is that young man in white?
Even Moon, who was on par with the Dark Holy Dragon, was willing to stay by his side.

Silent, astonished gazes mingled and spread among the many powerful figures.

They suddenly remembered...

A rumor that circulated in mainland China but was never believed:

There was another expert behind Huo Yuhao. "Could the rumors be true?!"

Long Xiaoyao's expression grew increasingly surprised.

He was about to speak.

Huo Yuhao moved aside, blocking his view.

"Long Xiaoyao, there's no point in saying more. Let's begin the ten-move agreement."

Huo Yuhao's voice suddenly became ethereal.

Falling with the sound.

The temperature in this area dropped drastically.

Large, fluffy snowflakes fluttered down, turning everything pale in an instant; nothing could be seen beyond five meters.

But the many powerful figures present were horrified to see...

Behind Huo Yuhao, the Divine Eye Martial Soul quietly dissipated, replaced by a towering beastly shadow that blotted out the sky.

"Roar!"

A roar that made their blood boil suddenly exploded out.

The rolling, substantial sound waves cleared away the wind and snow, revealing the true form of this majestic beastly figure.

Then came a giant frost ape that seemed to reach for the sky, its long blue and white fur swaying in the wind, adorned with countless icicles that collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"war!"

One word fell.

Huo Yuhao threw a punch at Long Xiaoyao.

The Titan Blood Demon King behind him also raised his giant fist, as if a snow mountain had collapsed.

The power of that single punch was earth-shattering.

The mountains were swept by storms as fierce as if they were being scraped by a knife.

The powerful figures on each mountain peak cried out in alarm and hurriedly circulated their soul power to defend themselves.

Those with weaker cultivation levels were directly blown off the mountain.

Long Xiaoyao was also terrified when he faced the punch head-on.

But he is the Dragon Emperor Douluo, a peerless powerhouse of his time.

There's no reason to avoid it.

"Humph!"

A cold snort.

The dark soul power that occupied half of the sky surged violently.

The dark holy dragon twisted and turned.

Its enormous body, exceeding ten thousand meters in length, possesses terrifying power.

Following its body, which was over ten thousand meters long, a terrifying force reached its tail.

Facing the giant, icy fist.

The dragon's tail lashed out fiercely.

The power of the tail caused the sky along its path to crack and split open.

Under countless shocked gazes.

The dragon's tail collided violently with the giant fist.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Heaven and earth were first silent.

Then, a real ring-shaped shock wave suddenly rippled out from the point of impact.

"No, retreat quickly!"

"These two went all out from the start; the Limit Douluo level is terrifying indeed!"

Seeing the shockwave heading straight for their mountain peak, all the powerful figures present hurriedly fled.

next moment.

A series of earth-shattering roars caused the entire mountain range within a radius of a hundred miles to collapse.

Many people clutched their chests, blood trickling from their mouths, staring in shock at the locked stalemate between the giant fist and the dragon's tail.

"A...a draw?!"

I don't know who finished speaking.

Thick spatial cracks, as thick as mountains, spread wildly from where the fists met.

Space collapse!

This shows how terrifying the struggle between the two is!
Long Xiaoyao looked at the indifferent-faced blue-robed youth with slightly rapid breathing.

The dark holy dragon beneath him let out a resentful roar, yet it still couldn't stop slowly retreating.

Youth has the upper hand!
Huo Yuhao now possesses the combat power of a Limit Douluo, and in a contest of fist strength, he is at a disadvantage.

But he also has his own advantages.

Buzz!

Buzz!

One after another, spirit rings spread out from beneath his feet.

The seventh soul ring, deep and tinged with scarlet, suddenly lit up.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Dark Holy Dragon True Form!"

A vast, resounding dragon's roar echoed throughout.

The Dark Holy Dragon's already massive, ten-thousand-meter-long body grew even larger and more solid.

The downward trend was stopped instantly.

It even advanced another hundred meters.

Long Xiaoyao was about to speak.

But then Huo Yuhao's soul power surged, and a soul ring also appeared...

(End of this chapter)