Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 336 The Eighty-Second Layer of the Abyss Collapses, the Abyss Saint King in a Miserable State, and the Trio of Calamities Continue to Exert Their Power

"That was a huge commotion, Na'er, hurry and make a move!"

The earth-shattering changes in the Abyss Plane naturally did not escape the notice of the Blood God Legion, who had been monitoring its movements in the Douluo Plane. Mu Ye roared and summoned the backup Dragon Spear to the field!

"yes!"

A silver light pierced the sky, and Na'er's silver hair flowed like a waterfall. Her seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up. The perfect spirit ring provided by the Silver Dragon Spirit from the Spirit Pagoda activated the Silver Dragon Spear's strongest potential. The dragon spear flew out of her hand and into the air, transforming into a silver dragon thousands of meters long.

Na'er had used the ability to transform into a weapon spirit beast before, but she had never gone all out like this before.

She formed hand seals and flew like a butterfly, resembling an extremely rare beast-taming soul master controlling soul beasts and soul spirits to fight. The silver dragon spat out pearls and swallowed mist. The terrifying energy released from the instantaneous explosion in the abyss plane was even unbearable for the top-tier artifact, the Silver Dragon Spear. Even someone as strong as Na'er felt her meridians swell and become stiff.

"Just how many Abyss Lords did my senior brother's clone kill there? The energy level is too high—this is troublesome, we need to get his help!"

Na'er's face flushed red, and she quickly came up with an emergency plan.

A silver scale appeared in her left palm. She pressed down, and the silver scale shattered, condensing into a spatial portal beside her.

In the airspace of Mingdu, Feng Zaixing, who had just led his men into the airspace, was sitting cross-legged in the Blazing Fire when he suddenly felt a powerful spatial suction force.

"A sudden crisis?"

Opening his palm, a silver scale that Na'er had given him years ago and which had been hidden in his palm for many years appeared, shattered into dust, and formed a faint spatial gate.

"I have urgent business to attend to; you may all return as usual."

After leaving a message for his companions, Feng Zaixing himself piloted the Blazing Fire into the spatial portal.

"What happened? Is something so troublesome that the teacher had to go in person? And in this way?"

Yuan Enhui muttered to himself, trying to contact Yu Xin. Theoretically, his "master's wife" should know the most information.

"Don't overthink it. Everything will continue as usual. Once he's gone, the crisis will naturally cease to be a crisis."

Yu Xin's voice remained calm throughout, answering everyone who came to inquire in the same way, only her eyelashes trembled from time to time at the corners of her eyes, as if hiding a hint of worry.

"What's going on? Did the Abyss Dimension explode?"

The Blazing Fireship crossed the spatial gate and instantly teleported to the Blood God Legion's defense line. Feng Zaixing himself jumped out of the cabin, surrounded by a continuous, earth-shaking roar.

The massive explosion in the Abyss Plane has not ended; on the contrary, it seems to be escalating.

"You should ask yourself, senior brother. What exactly did you have your clone and two souls do in the Abyss Plane?" Na'er's strained and resentful voice reached his ears. Feng Zaixing quickly turned his head to look and saw that Na'er's delicate and flawless face was covered with beads of sweat, like crystal pearls.

Her brows were furrowed, her pretty face was flushed, and her delicate body was trembling uncontrollably, clearly signs of excessive mental exertion and a tremendous physical burden.

Feng Zaixing immediately released his senses, understood the situation, and took out the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd to help Na'er share the pressure and divert the essence of the abyss plane.

His lips twitched slightly as he said in a low voice, "There are explosions going off over there right now. Even I don't know exactly what's happening. Maybe my clone and the Golden Dragon King are in a bloodthirsty frenzy—you know, the Golden Dragon King is even more ruthless than the Abyss Saint King."

Separated by two planes, and with one of them having a malfunctioning signal, even Feng Zaixing himself couldn't clearly sense what was happening with the massive explosion on the other side.

All he knew was that Saint Evil Formless's plan before entering was to wreak havoc with the Golden Dragon King, ideally causing chaos in the Abyss.

The Holy King will never dare to act recklessly again; only in this way can he demonstrate his power as the Lord of the War God Temple.

Looking back now, it was probably because he was so excited by the eight Blood Gods' cries of "Palace Master, revitalize our Douluo!" that he might have even used his most terrifying ninth angelic soul skill.

Recalling the strongest soul skill that the Golden Dragon King had given him, Feng Zaixing himself felt a chill in his heart. That soul skill contained the Golden Dragon King's imagination and killing intent to destroy the God Realm, and with his terrifying strength and knowledge of the spacetime turbulence, destroying the God Realm was by no means an exaggeration.

After creating such a soul skill, the Golden Dragon King said with great confidence, "This soul skill is no longer a soul skill, but a divine skill. As long as you dare to use it, you can kill until no one in the world is left. It is guaranteed to be so cruel that even you can't bear to look at it. And this is simply because its destructive power is too great."

"To truly unleash the power of the Ragnarok Soul Skill, you must elevate your strength to the god level, and destroy everything with the same resolute killing intent as me. Below the God-King level, even gods of the same rank would absolutely not dare to take it head-on, unless they wish to die!"

Because of those two sentences from the Golden Dragon King, even though Feng Zaixing had doubted that he was bragging, he never used the soul skill he obtained, for fear of causing something even more terrifying than the Holy Spirit Cult.

Judging from the current tragic state of the Abyss Plane, the Abyss Saint King probably has a sufficient understanding of the power of this soul skill. Perhaps I can consult him for guidance in the future.

"The explosions are almost over. Have those three guys had enough fighting inside?"

Half a minute later, the earth-shaking commotion in the Abyss gradually subsided, and Feng Zaixing secretly wiped the sweat from his clone and the two great soul spirits.

He heard at least thirty or forty explosions outside, roughly estimating that more than forty Abyss Lords had been killed. Wouldn't the Abyss Saint King go completely mad?

Unless the Golden Dragon King's split soul accomplishes something even more terrifying than the Abyss Saint King—devouring Abyss energy for its own use to enhance its combat power—it will surely be annihilated by the Abyss Saint King in a rage. Furthermore, the split soul is definitely no match for the Abyss Saint King's true form.

"Swish" "Swish"

Just as Feng Zaixing was pondering this, two streaks of light rushed out of the abyss, or rather, three figures. Saint Evil Formless rode on the back of the Heavenly Saint Winged Tiger, urging it to speed up.

The Golden Dragon King's split soul grumbled and cursed behind him, it was unclear whether he was cursing the Holy Evil Formless Body for running away too fast or cursing the Abyss Saint King for his relentless attacks.

"You bastards! I am your sworn enemy, our mortal enemy!"

The Abyss Saint King roared with passion, and the surging black light condensed into a giant hand that reached out into the abyss.

The Golden Dragon King's divided soul sighed, then flung out two dark, gooey objects from its hind claws towards the Black Hand, calling out from afar, "Little Saint, you've already sent us to the edge of the abyss. Sending us any further would be impolite. We're already gone, so you'd better hurry up and clean up the mess!"

The Abyss Saint King cursed again. Black Hand was under strong suppression from the Douluo Plane and could not pursue the Golden Dragon King's split soul. He could only roll up the two Abyss Lords and bounce them back to the Abyss Plane.

At this moment, Feng Zaixing's true form finally saw that before the Golden Dragon King split his soul, his left claw was gripping an Abyss Lord he seemed to recognize, who was half-dead with his head bowed.

I don't know how greedy this guy was when he ran away, he even captured three Abyss Lords while he was on the run!

No wonder the Abyss Saint King is fighting you to the death; he must be furious.

As Feng Zaixing himself was secretly complaining, a man, a tiger, and a dragon finally landed, each with a face that screamed "I'm so glad I survived this ordeal."

"Weren't you all having a great time inside? What happened to you?"

Feng Zaixing put down the Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd, let out a long sigh, and said.

No wonder Na'er couldn't withstand such a huge amount of energy. Even with his physical body, he felt his meridians swell slightly. He really had no idea what those three guys had done inside.

Saint Evil Formless, holding a spear in one hand and a sword in the other, lay on the tiger's back, panting heavily, and said, "I didn't expect the Ragnarok given by the Great Golden Dragon to be so terrifying. I thought he was just bragging. What's worse is that once the soul skill is released, it can be released but not retracted! It almost drained all my soul power and spiritual power before it stopped."

Feng Zaixing silently looked at the Golden Dragon King's divided soul.

The Golden Dragon King's divided soul gave an awkward smile, turning his head away and saying, "Don't underestimate me. I am, after all, just a divided soul, providing soul..."

It's reasonable for my skills to have flaws, isn't it? Besides, it's not a fatal flaw; it just fits my tendency to get carried away in battle.

His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, as if he also felt that this side effect was terrible.

Feng Zaixing finally looked at the Heavenly Winged Tiger and sighed, "So, just how many Abyss Lords did you kill? Did the Abyss Saint King run away in fear after all this trouble you've caused?"

The Heavenly Winged Tiger flapped its wings and counted on its toes: "I killed five before Ragnarok broke out, and then I killed seven or eight more after Ragnarok broke out, that's all."

"Zai Xing, you know me. If I make a move, I will definitely be careful. Awoo."

The Golden Dragon King said, "You know me. Although I really want to go on a killing spree, I am just a split soul. At most, I can only talk a few words and belittle the Little Saint Lord because of my rich experience. In reality, I can't beat him at all."

Saint Evil Formless lowered his head and said, "Brother, you know me. I didn't actually think that much. When I made my move, I just wanted to take away all the Abyss Emperors except for the Abyss Saint King. Now, there should still be twenty or thirty survivors in the Abyss Plane, right?"

His tone was hesitant.

The Golden Dragon King's split soul chuckled as he summarized, "This time, we absorbed about one-fifth of the Abyss Plane's primordial energy. It was precisely because the Abyss Saint King was desperately trying to maintain the stability of the Abyss Plane that the three of us were able to escape unscathed."

Although there were many killers, it wouldn't be surprising if the Abyss Plane collapsed by sixty or seventy layers at once, but considering the strength of the Abyss Lord...

As you can tell from the names, the earlier the level, the more energy it contains; the remaining 72 levels combined will not exceed the energy of the first 36 levels.

With the Abyss Saint King, the ruler of the Abyss, also maintaining stability, more than half of the energy was retained within the plane.

Feng Zaixing raised his eyebrows, then lowered them again, finally sighing, and said, "Fine, you three, immediately turn back the way you came and curse the ancestors of the Abyss Saint King to the eighteenth generation in the Abyss Plane! Go now!"

"Huh? Still causing trouble?" The three troublemakers all looked up at the same time.

"Nonsense! You've caused such harm to the Abyss Saint King this time. If you manage to escape, where will you get the remaining energy from the Abyss Plane? Hurry up! The harsher you are in scolding him, the better!"

Feng Zaixing said irritably, then raised his hand and threw the three of them out like swatting flies, launching a personal attack on the Abyss Saint King.

Now that the troublemakers had a powerful backer, they quickly recovered from their near-death experience and resumed their arrogant and domineering ways, launching a verbal offensive with their heads held high.

"You brat from the abyss, come out here! Today, I, the king, will settle this once and for all!"

"Little Saint, do not be afraid. I have heard that your mother is still beautiful. If you submit to me as your son, I will be your father and bestow upon you the highest honor of the dragon race!"

"Abyss Saint Lord, I'll demolish your entire family's ancestral graves! You dare invade us but don't have the guts to come out?! I'll... ￥#%@————"

Tigers cursed their fathers, dragons cursed their mothers, humans insulted their ancestral temples—all sorts of words quickly spread into the Abyss Plane, making those who favored humans during this period...

The sage ruler of the abyss of human culture was deeply aware of the evil nature of humanity.

"The eighty-two layers of the abyss are completely destroyed! Damn humans, damn dragons and tigers! My mother will avenge me!"

Deep within the plane, the true form of the Abyss Saint King emerged from the aftershocks, looking disheveled and miserable. He no longer had the leisure to boast of his victory. Suppressing the hatred in his eyes, he lowered his head and slowly began to reshape the Abyss Plane.

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