Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 233 Chaos and Struggle
"How dare you!" On the high platform, Kong Deming, Ni Ye, and Jing Hongchen stood up at the same time, each releasing a powerful aura, causing the wind and clouds to change color and the air currents to surge.

Kong Deming waved his hand, and a bright, round, illusory moon descended from nowhere. The gentle yet infinitely powerful halo spread out, quietly dissolving the shockwave that was spreading toward the audience.

Xia Die merely glanced at the scene, and the oppressive feeling created by Tang Ming's outburst instantly receded like a tide, as if it had never existed.

Jing Hongchen roared, "You're being insolent!" In a flash, he took out nearly ten level-nine soul tools that shimmered with a ghostly light from his storage soul tool and charged straight at the arena with a fierce aura. Clearly, he wanted to personally teach Tang Ming, who had disrupted the order, a lesson.

However, Jing Hongchen was still a step too slow.

With a gentle lift of her hand, Xia Die propelled Wang Dong'er towards the waiting area as if drawn by an invisible force. Then, she gave Tang Ming a slight wave of her hand; the seemingly casual strike carried an irresistible power, sending the fierce figure flying and crashing heavily outside the arena.

"You, Haotian Sect, have repeatedly resorted to deadly attacks! What exactly do you want?"

Xia Die approached Tang Ming step by step, the murderous aura emanating from her making the air seem to freeze. Seeing this, Tang Ming knew she would show no mercy, but he still narrowed his eyes, adopting an arrogant and unreasonable posture: "Your St. Freya Academy struck first with such ruthlessness, I'm here today to avenge her, what can you do about it!"

He deliberately ignored the fact that his side had broken the rules first, and his words were full of provocation, clearly showing that he was fearless because of his own strength.

But there was something wrong in Wang Dong'er's eyes. They didn't seem to recognize her. It must have been that person who moved her and erased her memory.

Xia Die glanced at him and understood everything.

"It seems you didn't say that during the match against the Hellfire Sect. Back then, you kept saying 'When you're going all out, why hold back?' But when it comes to your own people, it becomes 'too ruthless'? This double standard is just too ugly."

Xia Die's voice was calm and even, yet every word clearly echoed throughout the arena, instantly turning Tang Ming's face a deep purplish-red. Whispers arose from the surrounding audience, many clearly recalling the arrogant pronouncements of the Haotian Sect during their battle against the Yuhuo Sect. "You're courting death!" Tang Ming, struck where it hurt, roared and prepared to attack.

But Xia Die didn't move; she simply lightly patted his back.

The seemingly powerless blow struck Tang Ming as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. His body trembled violently, and without even uttering a sound, he fell straight forward and completely lost consciousness.

No one expected that a Super Douluo would be knocked out so easily, and the arena fell into a deathly silence.

Just then, a bright silver moon divine light shield appeared out of thin air. As the light flowed, it rapidly expanded, extending to almost infinity, like a giant bowl turned upside down. It precisely covered the aftershocks of the clash between Haotian Sect and Niye on the other side, preventing them from spreading further and causing a larger impact.

The butterfly slowly floated into the sky, its purple eyes lowered, silently gazing down. In an instant, a dense power of death spread out like a curtain, dyeing the entire sky a deep purple, while the earth, which had been turbulent due to the fierce battle, strangely returned to calm under the shroud of this power.

Her clear, cold voice resounded throughout the entire area: "Elder Ni, the evil spirit master is still here. Do not make a move here."

"Feel sorry!"

Ni Ye spoke in a deep voice, while simultaneously activating a soul tool in his hand. Three beams of light flashed, and the figures of the three Haotian Sect elders who were fighting him instantly blurred. The next moment, they were teleported fifty meters away, temporarily escaping the battlefield.

Having given up, Xu Xiaoyun suddenly unleashed his aura, his sharp gaze sweeping coldly across the northern stands—the very place where the Holy Spirit Cult's experts were hiding. The air seemed to grow colder because of his gaze.

At this moment, another figure appeared beside Xia Die—it was Wan Di. He stood quietly, not releasing his aura, yet he possessed an imposing and unyielding presence, forming an invisible deterrent together with Xia Die.

Just as he was getting into the mood to fish in troubled waters, he was spotted by a deity. Zhongli Wu shrugged helplessly, stood up and stretched, and said with a somewhat frank expression: "This leader admits that our Holy Spirit Cult is not very disciplined usually, but today we really are not trying to cause trouble. Why are you so wary of us, Your Majesty Death? This is truly an injustice."

Honestly, even they, the evil spirit masters, occasionally crave a few days of peace. They did indeed intend to cause trouble in Mingdu this time, but could they possibly command the actions of the Haotian Sect members?
Today's scene was truly beyond Zhongli Wu's expectations. The unreasonable behavior of the Haotian Sect even left him somewhat dumbfounded, and he secretly wondered who was more like a legitimate evil soul master.

When the young sect leader was defeated, he disregarded his status and personally took action—a behavior that even Zhongli Wu himself would be ashamed of. Although he was an evil soul master, he didn't consider himself such a sore loser. It was truly a shame that the Haotian Sect, which prided itself on being a righteous sect, could do something so undignified.

Xia Die's face was icy, her sharp gaze fixed on Zhong Liwu and the figure hidden in the shadows behind him. Her tone was calm but carried an undeniable air of authority: "Whatever you do is none of my business. But remember, don't do anything under my nose."

Zhongli Wu immediately put on a smile and replied repeatedly, "Your Majesty the Death is right, we would never dare to do anything!" However, the smile did not reach his eyes, and no one could guess his true intentions.

Kong Deming stood on the high platform, echoing from afar. His eyes, which were usually half-closed, suddenly widened, and his robes fluttered even without wind. The silver moonlight shield had already enveloped the entire area, and the moonlight, like water, flowed quietly, yet it faintly revealed an unassailable majesty—clearly, this usually gentle old man was truly enraged.

He slowly made a downward hand gesture, and the silver moon divine light shield that enveloped the entire area suddenly pressed down towards the direction of the Haotian Sect team. The immense pressure descended like dark clouds, and the remaining elders of the Haotian Sect instantly turned pale, their bodies trembling slightly.

"Last time you killed someone on the field, and afterwards you even tried to justify your actions by accusing our referee. I spared you from the consequences out of consideration for everyone's feelings," Kong Deming said, his face as cold as frost, his voice echoing throughout the arena. Every word he uttered seemed to carry immense weight and contained considerable pressure. "But this time, you dare to so openly violate the rules of the competition, treating them as nothing! Haotian Sect, do you really think my Sun Moon Empire is a place where you can do whatever you want!" Yan Shaozhe's expression grew increasingly strained as he struggled to speak, trying to explain, "The Second Sect Master of Haotian Sect was worried about the Young Sect Master's safety and couldn't help but intervene in a moment of weakness. We did indeed..."

"So what if it is?" A powerful and domineering voice suddenly rang out, spreading like thunder in all directions. "Our young master was born superior to others! Anyone who dares to lay a finger on her will meet their death!"

Before the words were finished, a tall, robust old man in a green robe suddenly appeared in front of the Tenth Elder of the Haotian Sect. He stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt for the life around him.

"The lives of others are none of our concern," the old man said ruthlessly, "but anyone who dares to harm our young sect leader, my brother and I will take their life! If you don't believe me, come and try!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Shaozhe frowned, turned to look at Mu En beside him, his eyes full of questions, clearly unsure of how to handle the situation.

Moon sighed softly, his voice tinged with helplessness: "Don't worry about them, just focus on our own business. They... well, let them be." His sigh held a complex and unspoken meaning.

"Fine, I'll see what you're capable of!" Kong Deming laughed in fury, his eyes flashing with cold light. "According to the rules of Title Douluo, you and I shall fight in the heavens! Otherwise, I will definitely kill all the disciples of your Haotian Sect in the future, without any leniency!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his finger, and the silver moon divine light shield that covered the entire area tightened abruptly, causing spatial ripples to spread infinitely. Immediately afterward, a dozen or so level-nine soul tools appeared out of nowhere from the sky, descending with earth-shattering power.

"You'll regret this," Kong Deming's voice was as cold as ice.

At the same time, a layer of shimmering silver armor instantly covered his entire body, its style exactly the same as Meng Hongchen's. The instant the armor materialized, a terrifying aura surpassing even a Title Douluo surged into the sky—his strength had clearly entered the level 100 realm!
This old man was none other than the Grand Elder of the Haotian Sect. An indescribable sacred aura emanated from him. Within him, there was actually a large part of the divine consciousness of the Sea God Tang San. Every move he made carried a touch of divine majesty and unpredictability.

And there was also the full force of a God-King's attack. The Grand Elder of the Clear Sky Sect sneered, stomping his foot hard on the ground, his figure shooting into the sky like an arrow. In an instant, nine soul rings, six black and three red, rose slowly around him, and the Clear Sky Hammer, exuding a rich blood aura, hovered and circled around him, its body shimmering with a dark luster, completely disregarding Kong Deming's Silver Moon Divine Light Shield.

In his view, even when the Sea God Tang San's soul power was suppressed to level 98, he still needed to rely on the Sea God Trident, a super artifact, to fight the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong to a draw. What was this Kong Deming? He just dared to rant in front of him with a broken cover.

The two supreme experts ascended into the sky simultaneously, instantly splitting the heavens into two distinct colors—one side shone with a dazzling silver-white radiance illuminated by the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield, the moonlight filling the sky; the other side shone with a deep azure blue, stirred by the Clear Sky Hammer, with rolling thunder and water. The two incomparably powerful auras collided and intertwined, reaching an extreme level of strength, as if the heavens and earth themselves trembled slightly under this pressure.

(End of this chapter)