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

Chapter 524 Defeating Long Xiaoyao, Why Require Ten Moves?! Long Xiaoyao Suffers a Crushing Defeat, the Holy Spirit Cult Appears (Bonus Chapter)
Golden and white divine light erupted from the dragon's body.

The dark holy dragon's head, under its oppressive aura, began to melt from its mouth.

The skull, harder than refined gold, and the dragon horns wreathed in ghostly fire, transformed into dazzling golden flames that rose and dissipated upwards.

The melting trend is unstoppable.

It spread wildly down the neck.

The dragon's ten-thousand-meter-long body resembled a giant, black candle that had been lit, collapsing section by section and turning into a shower of light.

A few breaths.

The once towering dragon body, which blotted out the sky, had already melted away more than half of its body.

"Roar!"

Behemoth seized the still-melting dragon skeleton.

A furious roar.

The spine arched as if a demonic mountain had collapsed.

It raised the dragon skeleton high, then leaped up and fiercely slammed the dragon skeleton's hand down.

boom! ! ! !

The dragon's remains slammed into the ground.

The dragon bones, which had not yet melted completely, shattered and were engulfed by the surging golden-white divine light as they flew through the air.

The impact wave swept across thousands of miles in a golden ring.

The earth's surface ripped and cracked like layers of glass, with blazing white divine light gushing out from the cracks.

The scattered fragments of dragon bone, hissing as they melted away without a trace.

"Roar!"

Behemoth stood in the abyss-like pit, pounding his chest with his fists and roaring to the sky.

Its long, golden fur, adorned with wisps of icy white, was stained with mottled dragon blood, and its right hand still gripped a tattered dragon tail.

His fierce aura was almost tangible, causing the entire world to fall into a deathly silence.

The powerful figures from all sides were horrified and speechless.

A series of gazes filled with fear and disbelief converged on the white-clad youth standing atop the head of the Frostfall Behemoth.

Lost!

Dark Holy Dragon Long Xiaoyao suffered a crushing defeat!

Ten moves?!
Do not!
Not even three moves!

Long Xiaoyao, who once dominated the continent, suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Huo Yuhao!
The powerful dared not utter a sound, their fearful eyes meeting one another.

"Who on this continent can rival Huo Yuhao?!"

"Huo Yuhao is only twenty years old, yet he can rule the Douluo Continent for two hundred years!"

"No one on the mainland has become a god for ten thousand years. Huo Yuhao is definitely capable of ascending!"

The mirror reflects the dust of the world, and my heart is breaking.

He had only one thought at that moment—escape!
Long Xiaoyao was no match for Huo Yuhao in three rounds.

He and Huo Yuhao have a long-standing feud.

If Huo Yuhao were to seek revenge against him.

Even if he detonated all the soul tools in Mingde Hall, he would still be no match for them.

Jing Hongchen grabbed her still dazed grandson with her large hand and prepared to flee the place.

however.

next moment.

A great terror gripped my heart, as if even my blood and soul were about to freeze.

Jing Hongchen's face turned deathly pale, his legs trembled, and he dared not move again.

He felt...

A cold gaze descended from the heavens, fixed upon him.

"Grandpa...Grandpa."

Xiao Hongchen looked down at her grandfather's trembling hand that was holding hers.

Jing Hongchen suddenly calmed down, took a long breath, and slowly said:

"Grandson, I don't think Huo Yuhao will make things difficult for you."

"remember……"

"If I die at Huo Yuhao's hands today, do not seek revenge for me."

Behemoth leaned slightly forward.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently again.

Huo Yuhao stood on Behemoth's shoulder, looking down at Long Xiaoyao, who was trapped in the ruins.

"You still have one ninth soul skill left unused. I'll give you a chance to use it."

In ruins.

Long Xiaoyao slowly propped himself up.

His black robe was tattered and covered in dust and bloodstains.

Her silver hair, which was originally neatly tied back, was now disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her pale face.

boom!
He staggered to his feet from the rubble, but immediately bent over and trembled violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"No need."

Long Xiaoyao raised his head, the last remaining traces of his soul power flickering uncertainly.

It is a difficult task to repair a body on the verge of collapse.

But the injuries were too severe.

The destruction of the Martial Soul's true form caused a backlash that struck the physical body directly.

"I can tell..."

"You... haven't given it your all yet."

"The ten-move agreement... I lost."

He tried his best to straighten his back.

Despite the fact that this action caused his entire body to groan in agony from the strain, "That day I attacked you..."

"Now, whether you kill me or torture me..."

"what ever."

The wind howled across the fields, stirring up fine dust, its mournful sound like a dirge.

Long Xiaoyao is like a broken flag that still stands.

"Ugh……"

Someone sighed softly.

Seeing the once mighty Dark Holy Dragon so defeated, one can only feel that an era has come to an end.

Moon slumped in his wheelchair.

His aged face remained expressionless, but the veins on his hand gripping the armrest were bulging.

"I have no intention of taking Senior Long Xiaoyao's life."

The world was silent.

Huo Yuhao's calm voice rang out.

The battle is decided.

His address carried a greater sense of respect for his seniors.

"This ten-move agreement is solely to settle the karmic debt between Senior Long Xiaoyao and me."

"That day, Senior Long Xiaoyao also did not kill me."

"Given this understanding, the outcome of today's battle is sufficient."

The reason he did not intend to kill was not limited to this lifetime.

This excludes the fact that Long Xiaoyao left himself some room to maneuver when he made his move.

Even in the previous life.

Although the dark holy dragon attacked twice and almost succeeded, it was still a formidable foe.

However, she later revealed her appreciation for his talent.

Even after the death of his teacher, Moon.

He also used the Dragon Pill entrusted to him by his teacher to help him improve his strength.

The relationship between him and Long Xiaoyao was never one of irreconcilable conflict.

just.

If we don't have a fair and square fight with this senior.

Huo Yuhao always felt...

I feel ashamed of those near-death experiences and the complex and unspeakable "grudges" between us.

Now that the ten-move agreement has been fulfilled, the cause and effect have been settled.

He felt his mind was completely clear and transparent, with no more worries.

"you……"

Long Xiaoyao looked at Huo Yuhao with a complicated expression.

He hadn't expected it.

The boy he had once attacked and killed actually chose to spare his life.

He turned his head, gazing into the distance at the figure in the wheelchair, his throat bobbing before he finally sighed:
"Moun has taken on a good apprentice."

He was not afraid of death.

But to be alive is ultimately a blessing.

The words fell.

His expression changed slightly, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he gathered his strength and shouted at Huo Yuhao:
"Huo Yuhao, take Mu En away immediately!"

Say it.

He looked around, and the aged and sorrowful voice echoed through the desolate, ruined mountains.

"Give up..."

"Huo Yuhao's abilities are beyond what ordinary people can match."

"Even with the full strength of the entire religion, the outcome is still unpredictable."

His voice grew hoarse, yet every word was clear, like a final admonition and plea.

"Perhaps...we should lie low for now."

"Perhaps we can take this opportunity to wash away the bloodshed within the church and find a way to survive."

The wind whimpered.

It rolled up his tattered robe.

Long Xiaoyao slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again.

A long-lost tenderness stirred deep within his eyes.

These two words are as light as if they were scattered in the wind, yet as heavy as a mountain.

"Xishui..."

"Turn back."

Long Xiaoyao's words caused the expressions of the powerful figures around him to change drastically.

"The Holy Spirit Cult has indeed arrived!"

"The Holy Spirit Cult has always acted ruthlessly; don't get involved!"

It's unclear who made the first move.

Whizzing!

Whizzing!

One after another, beams of soul power shone brightly, and the sound of air being torn apart suddenly intensified.

The many powerful figures who were just watching the battle.

They rushed towards the outer edge of the mountain range.

(End of this chapter)