Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from Sikong Zheng, and the mark of a killing god materialized in his blood-red pupils.

In an instant, a fierce killing intent surged forth, creating a blood-red aura. Centered on Sikong Zheng, the ground seemed to flow with a river of blood.

Kill! God! Territory!

"You...uh...this...this is..."

The nobleman's face turned pale, his pupils dilated. The world around him had changed, and he looked around in panic.

Before me lay a blood-red, hellish world, with a massive mountain—a mountain of corpses piled up together.

At the very top sat a young man on a mountaintop throne, seemingly trembling. No, no, no, that's not right. He was laughing wildly, he was laughing hysterically. The young man looked exactly like the person in front of him.

Countless figures knelt beside the mountain of corpses, trembling with fear, yet seemingly worshipping the king atop the mountain.

Suddenly, the young man on the mountaintop throne opened his blood-red eyes, cold, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. The blood-red light pierced him awake from his murderous aura.

When the nobleman faced Sikong Zheng's murderous aura, the overwhelming smell of blood filled him with suffocating fear.

Sikong Zheng had had his fill of fun and was preparing to strike with his sword.

Suddenly, a strong smell of urine wafted over, and Sikong Zheng frowned and looked down.

The precious creature actually peed! Damn it! Sikong Zheng tossed it aside with disgust, treating it like trash. Kill him, it'll dirty my hands.

The nobleman immediately knelt down, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Hahahaha, ahahahaha..."

Sikong Zheng was filled with murderous intent, his soul power erupted completely, and he laughed maniacally towards the sky.

"This...this is a domain? Such powerful killing intent, and a ten-thousand-year soul ring? It's actually the fourth ring? He's actually a Soul Master, but he looks much younger than me."

Yu Tianheng was shocked and his eyelids twitched wildly as he stared at Sikong Zheng in utter astonishment.

"Tianheng, are you alright?"

Dugu Yan looked at Sikong Zheng in shock, fearing that Sikong Zheng would harm Yu Tianheng, and quickly stepped forward to pull Yu Tianheng away.

Yu Tianheng smiled wryly:

"Yes, don't worry, I'm fine."

However, at this moment, Yu Tianheng stared at Sikong Zheng, who was laughing wildly with his head held high, with a complicated expression. The person who was about the same age as him was actually from the Soul Sect.

He's still at the fourth level of the ring, and what's even more terrifying is that he actually possesses a domain—a truly terrifying domain.

Yu Tianheng was extremely unwilling. In the past, he was proud to be a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.

But now, compared to the young man before him, he was nothing; the young man had shattered his pride.

Suddenly, Sikong Zheng stopped laughing wildly, slowly turned around, his blood-red eyes fixed on Yu Tianheng, his face icy cold.

As Sikong Zheng's gaze fell upon them, a terrifying killing intent, like a primordial beast, loomed overhead, seemingly ready to devour them.

Uh, Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan's hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

"What do you want to do? My grandfather is a Title Douluo, the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo. If you dare to lay a hand on us, you won't survive either."

Dugu Yan released her martial spirit, two yellow and one purple, and looked at Sikong Zheng warily.

Sikong Zheng ignored Dugu Yan, gradually approached, and said calmly:

"I originally wanted to test my skills against you, but you have lost all fighting spirit. There's no need to fight anymore; the outcome is already clear."

After saying that, Sikong Zheng walked right past them without giving them another glance.

"You," Yu Tianheng clenched his fists, extremely unwilling, but he had to admit that he had indeed been afraid just now.

He felt deeply ashamed; it seemed his resolve was not strong enough and he needed further tempering.

"Wait a minute. With your talent, there's less than a year until the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament. Would you be willing to join the Heaven Dou Royal Team? I can recommend you."

"Hoo~," Yu Tianheng exhaled, looking sincerely at Sikong Zheng.

Sikong Zheng paused, but without turning around, arrogantly said:

"No need. I won't be going to the Heavenly Battle, but I will participate in the Continental Advanced Academy Tournament. I hope you can give me some surprises then."

Dugu Yan immediately took a step forward and said disdainfully:

"Hmph, arrogant. I admit you're strong, but the competition isn't an individual event, it's a team event. You think you're so great..."

"Yan Yan, that's enough," Yu Tianheng reached out to stop Dugu Yan from continuing.

Dugu Yan was interrupted, and she glared at Sikong Zheng with displeasure, but ultimately didn't continue. However, there was a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"Since you are unwilling to enter the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, I will not force you. May I ask which academy you attend? And what is your name?"

Yu Tianheng felt quite regretful, sighed, and asked in confusion.

Sikong Zheng was getting impatient; he didn't want to continue this boring conversation. He had some urgent matters to attend to, and said:

"My name is Sikong Zheng, you'll find out soon enough."

After saying that, Sikong Zheng ignored him and headed out of Tiandou City.

"Hmph, all that pretense and nonsense, what a load of rubbish!"

Dugu Yan pouted, glaring indignantly at Sikong Zheng's retreating figure, believing that Sikong Zheng was intimidated by her grandfather's reputation and that was why he dared not continue his attack.

"Tianheng, why are you giving this arrogant person such a nice look?"

Dugu Yan hugged Yu Tianheng's arm, feeling indignant on Yu Tianheng's behalf.

Yu Tianheng patted Dugu Yan's head and chuckled:

"Alright, Yan Yan, I know you care about me. It's normal for strong people to have a bit of arrogance. Besides, do you still remember Tang San?"

Dugu Yan frowned and pondered:

"Tang San? The guy we met at the Soto Grand Arena? I heard his academy's teachers and students wanted to join our Royal Academy, but they were kicked out by Prince Xue Xing. I think his name is Shrek?"

Dugu Yan looked at Yu Tianheng curiously, wondering why he suddenly brought up this person. Mentioning Tang San made her angry; she had even complained about it to her grandfather!

"Yes, it's Tang San. Including him, their talent amazes me. I have a feeling this competition will be very interesting."

Yu Tianheng clenched his fists, looking at the figure that had long since disappeared ahead. He immediately had a target to chase after. Next time, he would not be as pathetic as he was this time.

At that moment, a dark green figure slowly landed ten meters behind them.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Dugu Yan turned her head and looked over. Instantly, she turned around in surprise and rushed into his arms.

"Yanyan, I've found a little monster. He should be able to help you solve the problem of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent's deadly venom."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin rode the Seven Kill Sword, a silver sword light flashing as he rushed into the inner hall. His white robes fluttered in the wind, and his expression was spirited.

"Where has that old man run off to again?"

A hoarse and aged voice lazily sounded.

An old man with a withered face was slowly sipping tea. Although he was sitting there, his physique was still astonishing.

He wasn't the kind of muscular physique with extremely large muscles, but his entire body frame was surprisingly large.

The sofa, which was originally quite spacious, seemed much smaller when he sat on it.

The clothes seemed to be stretched out of the skeleton; the muscles and skin were shriveled, and the eye sockets were sunken. If seen at night, it would look like a giant skeleton.

It was none other than Bone Douluo, the Ancient Banyan.