Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

His voice was like a deafening thunderclap, making people's eardrums buzz and their heads spin.

His massive, mountain-like body instantly charged towards the dark figure.

Each step caused the ground to tremble slightly.

It emitted a dull, rumbling sound, as if the earth itself trembled with fear beneath its feet.

The Time Douluo moved his hands, and mysterious, intricate runes shimmered with an eerie light at his fingertips.

Time seemed to slow down around us.

Space itself seemed to be distorted, attempting to restrict the movements of the shadowy figure.

The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo's gaze sharpened, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes, which were like cold stars.

The longsword in his hand shone brightly, its dazzling light like the blazing sun in the sky, and the sound of its sword echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The voice was clear and resonant, as if declaring his resolve to the enemy.

He flashed forward like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, rushing towards the shadowy figure with such speed that it was a blur before one's eyes.

The dark figure snorted coldly, its voice filled with disdain and mockery.

With a flick of his wrists, the black energy instantly transformed into countless sharp blades, which rained down on the Falling Sword Soul Douluo.

These blades gleamed with an eerie light, exuding a chilling aura of evil.

The Sword Soul Douluo brandished his longsword, creating a dense, impenetrable sword curtain with countless sword shadows.

Each collision between the blade and the sword curtain unleashed a dazzling light and powerful energy fluctuations, distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

Sparks flew everywhere, like dazzling fireworks, yet filled with deadly danger.

"Watch me break your evil spell!"

The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo roared, his voice filled with anger and majesty.

His swordplay suddenly changed, becoming even more fierce and aggressive.

Each sword strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

He unleashed a set of exquisite swordsmanship, the sword shadows overlapping and weaving into a dazzling net that enveloped the shadowy figure.

The sword shadows were ever-changing, dazzling and elusive.

The dark figure dodged left and right, its movements unpredictable.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he muttered incantations as the dark energy surged ever more violently.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo fought with increasing ferocity, the light on his sword growing ever stronger, like a blazing sun, as if to completely dispel the boundless darkness.

Each of his sword strikes contained powerful soul force and unwavering will; every swing carried an indomitable momentum, determined to defeat the shadow.

His forehead veins bulged, and sweat poured down like rain, but his eyes remained unwavering, showing no sign of backing down.

The shadowy figure suddenly burst into maniacal laughter: "You think you can defeat me like this? How naive!"

The laughter was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

After saying that, an even more powerful dark force erupted from his body, a force like a black tidal wave, surging and turbulent.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo was instantly forced back several steps by this force, his feet leaving two deep marks on the ground.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo steadied himself, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, the blood standing out starkly against his resolute face.

But his gaze remained unwavering, without the slightest fear or hesitation.

He charged at the shadowy figure again, sword in hand, his posture upright, like an indomitable war god. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 789 I'll Fight This Battle

The shadowy figure sneered, a smile filled with a chilling contempt and disdain:

"A mere Soul Douluo dares to act arrogantly in front of me, a Title Douluo? He truly doesn't know his own limitations!"

"Behold my ninth soul skill—All Things in the Universe!"

His voice was sinister and terrifying, as if it were a curse from the deepest abyss.

Every word was like a cold, sharp blade, piercing straight into everyone's hearts, sending chills down their spines and making their hair stand on end.

As he spoke, the dark energy surrounding the shadowy figure began to surge wildly.

It began to spin violently, like a raging black vortex.

Countless hideous faces seemed to be concealed within that dark energy, emitting shrill screams.

His eyes flashed with an eerie red light, a light that seemed to mercilessly suck in one's soul, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze.

"Let me show you this world-destroying power!"

The dark figure roared loudly.

The sound was deafening, like rolling thunder exploding in your ears, carrying endless pressure and suffocating terror.

He raised his hands high, and dark energy rapidly gathered in his palms, forming a huge black sphere of light.

The sphere of light resembled a star about to explode, containing unimaginable destructive power.

A chilling roar faintly emanated from the sphere of light, as if countless evil spirits were struggling and howling within it.

The surrounding space was severely distorted by this powerful force.

The wind howled, making a sharp whistling sound, and sand and stones flew everywhere, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The ground began to tremble violently, and huge cracks appeared, as if the world was about to collapse.

The aura emanating from the shadowy figure continued to rise, like a towering, dark mountain.

It seemed as if the entire world would be mercilessly swallowed up in this endless darkness.

It evokes a deep sense of despair and helplessness.

Tang Ya, Jiang Nannan, and Yu'er stared at the terrifying aura emanating from the dark figure.

His already tense face was now filled with deep worry.

Fear, like a thick haze, hung heavily over their hearts, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Tang Ya bit her lip tightly, until her originally pink lips were bloodless and as pale as paper.

Her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

He murmured, trembling slightly, "This power is terrifying. Can we withstand it?"

Her voice was barely audible, carrying an unmistakable helplessness and confusion.

It was as if, faced with this overwhelming and despairing power, the flame of hope within her had been extinguished by the slightest flicker.

Jiang Nannan's brows were tightly furrowed, as if they were knotted into an unsolvable knot, and her eyes were filled with an unquenchable anxiety.

Large beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and down her cheeks. Gazing at the horrifying scene, her voice trembled, choked with sobs, as she spoke:

"What should we do? Is Fallen Sword Soul Douluo in danger? What should we do?"

Her gaze darted anxiously back and forth between the shadowy figure and the Fallen Sword Soul Douluo.

My heart was in my throat, as if it would jump out of my chest at any moment.

Yu'er's face was as pale as snow in the dead of winter, without a trace of blood.

Her delicate body trembled incessantly, like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind.

Her voice trembled so much she could barely speak, and she said haltingly, "I...I'm scared. This dark power makes me feel hopeless. Are we doomed?"

Her eyes were filled with extreme fear, as if she could already see an incredibly tragic ending; her desperate expression was heartbreaking to see.

As Ma Xiaotao watched the powerful soul skill unleashed by the dark figure, a fighting spirit first rose in her heart, like a spark flickering in the darkness.

But soon, a hint of worry quietly appeared in her eyes.

She clenched her fists tightly, her palms were sweaty, and she could even feel her heart pounding like a drum.

She thought to herself:

"This is an unprecedented and fierce battle, but we must not back down!"

"No matter how powerful the enemy is, as powerful as an insurmountable mountain, I will fight with all my might, even if it means being shattered to pieces!"

Her gaze gradually hardened, becoming as firm as a rock.

It was as if they had made up their minds to fight the enemy to the death, even at the cost of their lives.

Tang Lan, however, did not take the threat from the shadowy figure seriously. He remained calm and composed, as if the thrilling scene before him was nothing more than a passing cloud.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the battlefield, his eyes revealing unwavering confidence and composure.

It was as if nothing in this world could disrupt his composure.

He already had a plan in mind; every detail was clearly presented in his mind.

Once the time is right, we will decisively strike to subdue the enemy and firmly grasp victory in our hands.

Ice Bear Douluo looked at the world before him, which had transformed into a dark domain.

His once rugged and unrestrained face was now furrowed with brows, like two heavy mountain ranges.

His large, bell-like eyes revealed a solemn expression as he stared intently at everything before him, and spoke to Luo Jian:

"This guy is Ghost Shadow Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult. He is incredibly strong, treacherous, cunning, and ruthless. If you can't handle him, step back and let me handle him! Don't waste your life here."

His voice was like a booming bell, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

His tone was full of concern for Fallen Sword Soul Douluo, while also showing his fearless determination.

The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo tilted his head slightly, smiled, and gently shook his head.

That smile carried a sense of composure and calmness; the upward curve of the corners of her mouth was just right, exuding a reassuring power.

His gaze shone with unwavering determination and confidence, like two brilliant stars shining in the deep night sky.

The light was firm and persistent, as if an inextinguishable flame was burning brightly.

He looked directly at the worried Ice Bear Douluo and solemnly said:

"Ice Bear Douluo, I appreciate your kindness."