Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

At this moment, in a dark corner of the spectator area.

"Lordiala, do you think our Spirit Hall will lose this battle?"

"I don't know, let's keep watching. That kid is too strange. He has two domains appearing in the world. I don't know how many important figures are eyeing him."

"Hmph, whether he wins or loses, he won't be able to leave Wuhun City. His Holiness the Pope won't let him go."

After he finished speaking, the others all nodded in agreement.

These are two completely different fields! This isn't some common cabbage; it's something countless people dream of.

Such a genius, as long as he doesn't die young, will become another Title Douluo in the future.

On the battle platform.

Yan's body was covered in molten lava, with crimson flames rising violently and scorching heat bursting forth, making his entire body seem as if he were wearing dark red armor.

This is Yan's martial soul, the Flame Lord.

hoohoo!

The ferocious Yan roared to the sky, unleashing a burst of sound waves that distorted the surrounding air.

"Nana, step back, I'll teach this kid a lesson."

At this moment, seeing the demon's shocked eyes, Yan's desire to perform exploded instantly, and he vowed to win back Nana's attention.

Okay, this is a good opportunity. As long as we defeat this shining young man in front of us and step over him to take the top spot, his value will definitely skyrocket.

Not only will he be able to catch the Pope's eye, but he will also win Nana's heart and instantly reach the pinnacle of his life.

"Hmph, kid, don't think you're invincible just because you have a domain. Your opponent is me!"

Yan channeled his soul power and roared, becoming one of the only four Soul Kings on the field, coupled with his domineering battle cry.

Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn to him, wanting to see what strength he had to say those words.

Upon hearing the shout, Sikong Zheng glanced at it in surprise, then calmly said:

"One move."

One move, how arrogant!

"Whoosh..."

Outside the battle arena, many Soul Masters were shocked. A Soul King was defeated in one move?

Even with your domain growth, you're being a bit arrogant.

Both are Soul Kings, so defeating an opponent in one move is not so easy.

The Soul King can defeat the Soul Master in one move, but the Soul Master can only defeat the Soul King if he can use the Soul Fusion Technique.

Or, you could be like Tang San, with superpowers.

Because starting from the Soul King level, one will possess their first ten-thousand-year Soul Ring. Even the ninth Soul Ring of a Title Douluo is mostly only a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

"Hahaha, arrogant."

Yan's five soul rings pulsed rhythmically, and flames gradually erupted from his body, making him resemble a giant of fire, and his aura suddenly surged.

boom!

Yan moved, his entire body like a roaring train, crashing through the air with a violent hiss, hurtling straight toward Sikong Zheng.

See here.

Sikong Zheng remained silent, his fists clenched at his waist like flowing water, and a piece of blue wood cut open from between his eyebrows, instantly circulating throughout his body.

The transformation into wood was activated, and Sikong Zheng became like a wooden statue. The invisible power of heaven and earth gathered around him, and wave after wave of blue sky waves spread out from beneath his feet.

Sikong Zheng made no further move; he simply stood steadily on the battle platform, which made a "crackling" sound as if it were beginning to crack.

It's time.

Sikong Zheng's eyes flashed red, as if a god had descended.

The two poles of ice and fire in the ice and fire realm slowly rotated, seemingly stabilizing and regulating Sikong Zheng's power, making it even more blue.

At this time.

Yan had already arrived, flames spiraling and swirling on his arm, and he delivered a powerful straight punch to Sikong Zheng.

Sikong Zheng spread his left hand out, then quickly clenched it into a claw, and raised his hand to catch the dark red fist.

boom!

The immense forces collided, and red and blue shockwaves exploded on the battle platform.

When the two clashed, the air produced a sonic boom; indeed, the air was distorted to the point that it was visible to the naked eye.

"ah!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out.

On the battle platform, Yan's face was contorted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yan's right arm was limp and powerless, and his right fist was held in Sikong Zheng's left hand.

Despite Yan appearing unharmed, his right arm was actually broken and fractured.

The powerful recoil force struck his right arm, instantly shattering it and rendering it temporarily useless.

The collision of powerful forces will produce a huge reaction force. If Yan is blown away, it is actually a good thing.

Because the force can be dissipated in the air, the force that the body bears will be greatly reduced, preventing bones from breaking and tendons from snapping.

But now, Sikong Zheng had been gripping Yan's fist from the very beginning, and their strength was being fed back to each other.

Sikong Zheng possessed both wood-like powers and the power of a killing god. With the amplification of his ice and fire domains, his strength was extremely terrifying, and his feet did not move an inch from beginning to end.

suddenly.

Yan's eyes bulged out, staring ferociously at Sikong Zheng. He swung his left hand back, preparing to smash it into Sikong Zheng's head.

"Tsk, too weak."

Sikong Zheng remained calm, striking first despite being behind, and lightly punched him in the chest.

With a loud bang, the force of the punch emanated from his back, exploding into a waterfall-like aura.

It interrupted Yan's actions in an instant.

then.

The whip-like kick left afterimages, continuously striking Yan's chest, causing the air waves to explode and the dark red armor to continuously disintegrate and crack.

Bang bang bang!

Serves you right for being so arrogant! You dare to act arrogant in front of me!

So strong... The audience outside the battle arena were all astonished as they watched Sikong Zheng display his might on the battle stage. The two were simply not on the same level.

"Teacher, can we really beat him?!"

Tang San stared with his Purple Demon Eyes, observing Sikong Zheng's battle with extreme precision. The more he watched, the more alarmed he became, and for the first time, his heart wavered.

After Tang San finished speaking, the Shrek Seven Devils all looked at Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang with hopeful expressions, hoping that Yu Xiaogang could bring them a glimmer of hope.

Looking at the eager eyes of the Shrek Seven Devils, Yu Xiaogang felt a mix of emotions and didn't know how to answer.

But he was Shrek's teacher, and he couldn't say anything cowardly at this moment, lest he dampen his students' spirits and cause them to lose all hope.

"Well, don't worry. As long as you cooperate with all your might, and with the Seven-in-One technique I taught you, you still have a chance. Xiao San will arrange the specific battle details later."

Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder, his eyes filled with encouragement.

On the battle platform.

"stop."

Swish!

Seeing Yan being attacked so fiercely, the demon hurriedly threw out a moon blade.

The blood-red moon blade, exuding an incomparably sharp aura, sliced ​​through the air in a spiral shape and suddenly arrived at Sikong Zheng's back.

Within the domain, Sikong Zheng's senses were heightened, and even the thin, sharp moon blade could not escape his perception.

Sikong Zheng kicked Yan away, then stood up to catch his breath, but showed no sign of defensiveness.

Why didn't he dodge?

The same thought simultaneously arose in the minds of the Soul Masters outside the battle arena.

In response, an invisible force forcefully seized the moon blade.

With a flick of his wrist, Sikong Zheng sent the moon blade flying in an instant.

The demon was still in shock, not understanding what kind of self-created soul skill this was.

Suddenly, Sikong Zheng's palm was aimed at the demon, as if the invisible hand of God had grabbed its body and pulled it towards him amidst its screams.

"Spicy Tian Sai".

Sikong Zheng rested one hand on his forehead, exuding an air of superiority.

The cooler the pose, the more the Pope loves it.

The circular energy shield instantly blasted the demon away, and Xie Yue and Hu Liena crashed heavily into the granite, their Martial Soul Fusion Skill instantly disintegrating.

"The Spirit Hall, the Golden Generation, has been defeated... defeated."

Many Spirit Hall Soul Masters outside the arena were slightly stunned. The fact that the Spirit Hall hadn't even made it into the top three was a huge blow to the Spirit Hall's prestige.

"Bring this kid to see me."

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo indifferently, and turned to walk into the Papal Palace.

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."

With elegant, delicate fingers, Ju Hua Guan responded with utmost respect.