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

Chapter 522 Dragon-Binding Titan? Martial Soul Evolves Again! Huo Yuhao Crushes Long Xiaoyao (Extra Chapter)
After Long Xiaoyao unleashed his Martial Soul True Form, he swept away his previous defeat and even gained the upper hand.

no way!
Long Xiaoyao's background is too profound!

In comparison, Huo Yuhao was just a young man in his early twenties, and he was far inferior in terms of soul power!
Just when many powerful figures watching the battle thought that Huo Yuhao might be defeated.

But never thought about it.

A surge of immense soul power rose above Huo Yuhao's head, and soul rings rose beneath his feet.

Scarlet, dark gold, dark gold, dark gold, jade, jade...

Six wondrous soul rings materialized!

The dazzling light washed over this world like a tide.

In the Soul Master system, the universally accepted colors for Soul Rings are white, yellow, purple, black, and red.

Huo Yuhao's spirit ring color broke the conventional understanding of the spirit master system.

"What is the age limit of Huo Yuhao's spirit ring?! Why does it feel even more terrifying than a 100,000-year spirit ring?!"

"Even Tang San, who became a god ten thousand years ago, didn't have such an outrageous spirit ring configuration!"

"No wonder he's hailed as the greatest genius of all time; his talent even surpasses Tang San's!"

"No matter how high Huo Yuhao's talent is, he hasn't reached level seventy yet, and he doesn't even have a Martial Soul True Body..."

The words fell.

Beyond Huo Yuhao's sixth spirit ring, which covered an area of ​​a thousand meters in radius, a tremendous burst of spiritual light erupted once again.

The dazzling golden light radiated endlessly, as if the sky had melted away, and gathered at Huo Yuhao's feet to form a mysterious soul ring imprinted with tree patterns.

This spirit ring is an ancient golden color, with tree patterns imprinted on it, exuding an ancient charm that seems to be as old as heaven and earth.

Under incredulous gazes.

Behind Huo Yuhao.

An ancient tree, as if cast in gold, stretches out, blocking out the sky and covering a vast expanse.

Thousands of divine rays, like a waterfall from the heavens, cascaded down from the branches of the ancient golden tree and landed on the true form of the Titan Snow Demon Emperor.

The Golden Tree is the core of this world, containing an immense and vast amount of life energy.

Li Zhexian divided it into the body of the ancient tree and the spirit of the ancient tree, which were respectively adapted to Huo Yuhao's Titan Snow Demon Emperor and Life Divine Eye.

How powerful will the Titan Snow Demon Emperor, whose physique is already at its peak, become after being empowered by the Golden Ancient Tree's body?!
Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Titan Snow Demon King pounded his chest with both fists and roared to the sky.

Its already towering body grew even taller, its bulging muscles tearing through the void.

It crashed and shattered a mountain peak.

Its body continues to expand wildly and infinitely.

Until the shadow cast engulfed the surrounding mountains.

The original blue and white long fur was now coated with a layer of flowing, shimmering gold.

The golden light also revealed a cold, icy blue glow.

It appears as if the body is cast in gold, with eternally frozen polar ice.

Gold for bones, frost and snow for soul.

The Titan bloodline reverted to its ancestral form, revealing its ancient true nature—

Golden Frostfall Behemoth!

The only behemoth in existence embodying extreme frost has arrived.

The power of the legendary primordial beasts, capable of tearing dragons apart, and the supreme cold that could freeze the very essence of the soul, merged seamlessly at this moment.

It transformed into an overwhelming pressure that seemed to have a tangible form, sweeping across this world.

The mere pressure was enough to make the powerful figures who had retreated ten thousand meters away tremble.

Some weaker cultivators, who possessed beast-type martial souls, felt a sense of reverence and worship.

Even those with powerful martial spirits like Mu En and Elder Xuan felt as if they were facing a superior, and a sense of dread welled up in their hearts.

"What kind of martial spirit is this?!"

"My martial spirit possesses the bloodline of a dragon, so why am I filled with such terrifying fear?!"

"It must be some kind of ancient remnant species..."

Such is the case with Moon.

As someone on the same level as Mu En, Long Xiaoyao was the first to face the oppressive aura of Frostfall Behemoth, which was even more unbearable.

His expression suddenly turned serious.

The dark holy dragon beneath him let out an uneasy roar, its body churning and the dark clouds boiling.

boom!
The dragon's tail tore through the sky once more, lashing down with overwhelming force.

Simultaneously.

A pair of menacing dragon claws, bent like hooks, ripped down with the force of collapsing mountains and splitting the earth.

The Frostfall Behemoth's massive arm, resembling an ancient mountain, neither flinched nor dodged, but instead extended straight forward.

The dragon's tail and claws slammed into the giant arm in quick succession. Boom!
boom!
The void exploded with visible distorted ripples, and the booming sound like metal clashing made the blood and qi of the powerful figures from all directions surge and their ears ring.

next moment.

Behemoth's five fingers came together.

This handshake, though seemingly slow, was actually faster than a fleeting moment.

Before the Dark Holy Dragon could even recover its momentum and maneuver, it was imprisoned in the surrounding space by an irresistible force of capture.

The clouds and mist escaped wildly through the gaps between my fingers.

Behemoth's giant hand, covered in golden fur, had firmly grasped the dragon's tail.

"Roar!"

Two plumes of white mist mixed with ice crystals.

It spews out from its cavernous nostrils.

The Frostfall Behemoth's towering body suddenly sank, its massive arm gripping the dragon's tail bulging with muscles as it swung the Dark Holy Dragon around.

The dragon's body pierced the sky.

It emitted a deafening roar, as if a pillar of heaven had collapsed.

The surrounding air was compressed into layers of visible white rings.

"Roar!"

The dark holy dragon let out a roar that was a mixture of pain and rage, its body twisting and writhing wildly, and black clouds spewing from the gaps in its scales, trying to turn into clouds and escape.

However, the end of the dragon's tail was still firmly clamped.

Every struggle and effort.

The entire dragon's body was pulled straight as a spear.

The bones made a grating, dull creaking sound under the immense force.

The giant arm of the Behemoth drew an arc that could shatter mountains and split peaks, dragging the dragon's body down fiercely towards the continuous mountain range.

This moment.

Time seems to stand still.

The dragon's eyes reflected the rapidly approaching mountains and land.

next moment.

Rumble!
Rumble!
The mountains collapsed.

Rocks shattered into dust that shot into the sky, and mountain ranges were cleaved as if by the whip of a god. A terrifying ravine stretching for tens of miles suddenly opened up, and dust carrying rubble swept in all directions like a raging torrent.

The dark holy dragon embedded itself in the mountains, helplessly raising its head and wailing.

Large swaths of dark, jade-like dragon scales shattered and fell away, revealing the blood-soaked dragon flesh and bones beneath.

The world is dead silent.

Only the mournful sound of the wind remained.

The powerful figures watching the battle stared in disbelief at the dark holy dragon embedded within the swirling dust and smoke of the mountain ruins.

Just the first move!
The Dark Holy Dragon, which had dominated the continent for over a hundred years, was crushed in a single encounter!
Compared to the towering ape shadow that resembled a demon god, the black dragon, which had been so imposing just moments before, now appeared so weak.

Jing Hongchen's lips trembled slightly.

The dark red dragon blood was reflected in his pupils.

A chill ran up his spine, making his scalp tingle and his whole body freeze.

Xiao Hongchen stiffly turned his neck.

Looking towards the mirror of the mortal world.

—Is this the Huo Yuhao that you, Grandpa, described as someone who said, "If I were to use my full power, how could he possibly win?"

His already fragile Dao heart completely collapsed at this moment.

boom!
The mountain ruins exploded, and rocks surged backward.

A figure, enveloped in boiling black flames, burst forth from the depths of the smoke and dust.

It was Long Xiaoyao!

His face was pale, blood was glaringly visible at the corner of his lips, and his black robe was tattered, but his pale eyes burned with a terrifying intensity.

"Huo Yuhao..."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice like the grinding of iron, yet each word pierced the void:
"I underestimated you."

The words fell.

His eighth spirit ring suddenly shone brightly.

The crimson light instantly soaked half the sky, casting a poignant crimson hue over the surrounding collapsed mountains.

Long Xiaoyao spread his arms wide.

Endless dark soul power surged from his body, transforming into rolling ghostly flames that swept across the western and eastern directions.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Dark Dragon's Netherflame Burns the Sky!"

(End of this chapter)