Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

"Even if the wind blows, we can still be on good terms even if the deal falls through. There's no need to take action against us if we don't want to cooperate."

Under the banyan tree, Luo Guixing's limbs were limp, and he looked at Feng Zaixing, who was dressed as a swordsman in a blue robe, with fear and confusion. His mouth was trembling and his teeth were chattering.

"Taking care of you is a piece of cake. Weren't you worried about getting killed? You can relax now."

The sword sang in the sky, and Feng Zaixing flicked his wrist, sending Qian Zhuangzhi flying. He clapped his hands and smiled at Qian Zhuangzhi:

"You previously mocked me for being arrogant, but now I'm telling you, your ranking has dropped because of me. Are you convinced?"

Qian Zhuangzhi's pupils trembled violently. He glanced at his Wulong Shield, which was shattered into several pieces like a piece of broken porcelain, and said weakly, "Damn it, I'll remember you."

"Remembering me is useless. I now think this list lowers the overall quality, so it's better not to leave my name. So congratulations, you'll find that your ranking hasn't changed after you leave."

Feng Zaixing's face was as calm as a still lake as he smiled and spoke, revealing a composed and unhurried tranquility.

Xu Yucheng swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. To kill someone and then destroy their spirit—that's terrifying.

"Pfft~ Pfft~!"

Enraged, Qian Zhuangzhi spat out two mouthfuls of blood, his body went ethereal, and he vanished with the wind.

Looking back at Na'er and Xu Yucheng, who had each finished off their opponents, Feng Zaixing said, "Senior Xu, I'm leaving this little Luo to you," and then disappeared.

He didn't look at Luo Guixing seriously for even a second from beginning to end; there was no need.

Luo Guixing's face was filled with despair and dejection. He watched as Feng Zaixing and Na'er's laughing and talking figures gradually disappeared, his gaze covered by the deep, abyss-like sharpness of the Grim Reaper's scythe.

"I'm not even worthy of your attention. I'm truly useless and laughable..."

As Xu Yucheng brought down his blade, Luo Guixing's vision returned to zero, and all thoughts vanished from his mind, along with his arrogant pride as a self-proclaimed genius.

The most tragic insult in the world is not being trampled on and mocked, but being ignored from beginning to end, like air.

"What are you babbling about? Just face the judgment of death and that's it."

Xu Yucheng pursed his lips, admiring Luo Guixing's courage.

You have no ability but you still dare to provoke me. You're just as brave as those evil spirit masters who were beaten to death by him!

……

The scene of Feng Zaixing shattering the Wulong Shield with his sword and Xu Yucheng cleaving Luo Guixing with his blade was not only witnessed by masters such as Leng Yaozhu and Han Tianyi, but was also projected onto other floors of the Mingdu Spirit Pagoda.

On the 108th floor, Tang Liyue, the tenth War God of the War God Hall and Ice Moon Douluo, and Su Mengjun, the thirteenth War God and Divine Sword Douluo, both changed color.

"Mengjun, is he Xiaofeng, the child of Junior Sister Leyun? He actually has this skill."

Tang Liyue spoke softly, recognizing Feng Zaixing's identity.

Su Mengjun's pretty face was full of solemnity as she agreed, "Yes, he is so skilled in battle at such a young age. Neither I nor Tianwu are his match at his age."

"You wouldn't be able to tell unless you practice swordsmanship, but his attacks have the outline of sword intent."

Tang Liyue was shocked. "Impossible! How old is he? Your husband was already sixteen when he comprehended sword intent, wasn't he?"

"Yes, but if I still can't find any clues after looking for so long, then I don't deserve my title."

Su Mengjun smiled wryly and said, "When he draws his sword, his spirit is focused, and his sword moves are wide and powerful. He has already formed the aura of a king. I'm afraid that within ten years, even the Sword Soul realm will not be able to stop him."

"Sword Soul... you two are only at this level."

Tang Liyue was speechless for a moment. Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu had a cultivation level of 98, but his sword dao realm was always stuck at the sword soul level and could not be improved.

The three palace masters have given their assessments: if one can reach the realm of Sword God within fifty years, that is the limit of one's life; otherwise, one will be forever barred from entering.

Su Mengjun's sword soul has just begun to solidify; she has no hope of reaching the realm of sword god in this lifetime.

Su Mengjun sighed, watching the two prodigies slaughtering the world, and exclaimed, "I thought Yu Xin was unmatched among her peers, but I never expected someone to be even more amazing than her."

"Not only Xiao Feng, but Na'er's spear spirit is of extremely high quality, seemingly no less than Vice Hall Master Guan's Sky-Crossing Divine Spear. If Xiao Xu's Dark Demon Scythe doesn't suffer a backlash, he's also a top-notch genius."

"This is a good thing. Our War God Temple is in a good position, but I wonder if they will run into trouble?" Tang Liyue asked worriedly.

"Won't."

Su Mengjun shook her head and said, "Yu Xin's One-Word Battle Armor is more than halfway complete. Xiao Feng can't hurt her, and there's no need to worry about Yu Xin hurting Xiao Feng, because Junior Sister Le Yun saved Yu Xin, and the two used to call each other siblings."

"That's a good relationship, but why haven't we been in touch for the past few years?"

"It's all because of the abyss," Su Mengjun sighed, her expression somber.

"When Junior Sister Yueyun had her accident, Vice Hall Master Yu took Yu Xin to Tiandou City to see Xiao Feng, but he was so ill that he was unconscious. Vice Hall Master Yu felt ashamed to face him and left behind his resources."

"It's been three years. Xiao Feng must have been cultivating diligently day and night. Yu Xin invited him to her birthday party, but he never showed up."

With tears welling in her eyes, Tang Liyue sighed deeply, "Those damned abyssal creatures, how many heroes have they killed and how many families have been torn apart over the past six thousand years..."

Su Mengjun sighed as well, and whispered, "I believe that one day we will completely wipe them out..."

The two female warriors looked at each other and sighed, offering words of encouragement and expressing their deepest hopes.

"By the way, Na'er has an outstanding martial spirit. Should we inform Vice Hall Master Guan? He has no successor, so she might be a very suitable candidate."

"It's really good."

Su Mengjun took out the soul-guided communicator inside the War God Temple and notified the two experts in succession.

……

"He defeated a three-ring Soul Master with a spirit-forged weapon. He is almost invincible below the fourth ring. Notify headquarters to accelerate the shrinking of the Spirit Ascension Platform space."

At the Spirit Tower in Xingluo City, Leng Yao's jade-like fingers brushed against her crimson lips, her strikingly beautiful eyes brimming with intense anticipation.

Xu Shengqun was taken aback when he heard this. "Vice Tower Master, accelerating the shrinking of space will increase the intensity of the battle. There are quite a few geniuses in the Spirit Ascension Platform."

"If we don't shrink the space, even those geniuses will be defeated sooner or later."

Leng Yaozhu gave him a strange look. "I created an opportunity for them to win together."

Xu Shengqun immediately understood: "That's true. If Feng Zaixing hadn't run into Yu Xin, none of these people would have been a match for him."

Yu Xin's Divine Brush Martial Soul can form an army on its own, Feng Zaixing's long-range bow can hit a willow leaf from a hundred paces away, and his close-combat sword is as sharp as frost; all of these are god-level killing beings.

Yang Feng said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, isn't Wang Wen, who is ninth on the Genius Ranking, also at the Spirit Ascension Platform? I think he has a chance."

Xu Shengqun turned his head and looked at him, his gaze slightly narrowed. "The chances are at most 30%. He is good at mecha, but he is wary of Feng Zaixing's ultimate fire, and his martial spirit is also a bit weak."

Yang Feng nodded and whispered, "I heard that guy's family is mysterious and connected to the military. I wonder if they know each other."

Leng Yaozhu looked at Yu Xin, who was fiercely fighting the Holy Angel Soul Master, and Feng Zaixing, who was going head-to-head with the White Tiger Soul Master, on the screen, and smiled:

"In any case, the reappearance of the original lineage on the continent is indeed extraordinary."

"The White Tiger and Netherworld families have a long history, but they are somewhat out of touch with the times."

When her gaze fell on the two-ring Netherworld Cat female Soul Master behind the White Tiger Soul Master, a strange light appeared in Leng Yaozhu's eyes. This girl had some special qualities, but she was still far inferior to Feng Zaixing.

"This little guy dares to use the alias Hades Douluo; he's truly skilled and daring. Perhaps if you were given a few decades, he could become another Limit Douluo..."

Thinking of this, Leng Yaozhu turned her head and gave Xu Shengqun an encouraging smile, instructing, "I am very satisfied with the situation at the branch. Keep up the good work. I'm going to Mingdu now."

"Thank you for your recognition, Deputy Tower Master. I wish you a successful trip."

"I hope so."

With a wave of her hand, Leng Yaozhu conjured a black mecha carrying two swords in the sky. She took a step out and disappeared from the Spirit Pagoda.