Douluo: Legend of the Holy Land

Chapter 210 The First Prison, The Silent Court

bang bang bang! ! !

Xiao Yu drew his sword and continuously met the impacts of the Nether Sea Dragon. Explosions rang out in the air from time to time, and layers of energy aftershocks were released wildly outward, making the whole world seem to tremble.

Although the Nether Sea Dragon was much larger than Xiao Yu, it was at a disadvantage in the contest of strength. Every collision ended with it being forced back. Its body was also left with dozens of wounds from the sharp Nether King Sword, and blood kept gushing out of the wounds. In particular, the huge wound left by the initial slash constantly stimulated its pain nerves.

Damn it! Is this the power of a plane lord?

The Nether Sea Dragon knew that, given its current actions, the Lord of the Plane would have no chance of forgiving it. Therefore, it now had only one path: to kill the Lord of the Plane.

"Roar roar roar!!!"

The Nether Sea Dragon roared three times in succession, and three jets of pitch-black energy spheres were simultaneously ejected. However, their target was not Xiao Yu, but rather they headed towards the sky.

The three orbs of light swirled in the air, eventually forming an equilateral triangle. A terrifying energy fluctuation was released instantly, and in the very center of the triangle, a bottomless black hole suddenly appeared. Immediately afterward, a black beam of light with a diameter of over one meter shot out from it, seemingly with a locking function, and fell vertically toward Xiao Yu's chest.

The Nether Sea Dragon that unleashed this attack couldn't help but show signs of fatigue in its eyes. Clearly, this attack had exhausted most of its power. If this attack couldn't defeat Xiao Yu, then it would only have to wait for death.

"Is this your strongest attack?"

Faced with this terrifying attack that contained endless killing intent, Xiao Yu raised his right arm, from which a strong black light surged and quickly spread towards his body, eventually transforming into a deep black pillar of light that suddenly burst out from his body. In the void, one could almost see the phantom of a giant dragon with a body length of over a hundred meters.

The 100,000-year-old right arm soul bone skill, the Netherworld Emperor's Heaven-Shaking Wrath, is activated.

boom--

With a terrifying roar, the sky flashed with light and shadow, and the beam of light condensed by the Nether Sea Dragon shattered instantly along with the triangle that had formed in mid-air.

Xiao Yu's attack did not end there. The Netherworld Emperor's earth-shattering fury that tore through the attack shattered and rose several meters higher before blooming like a kaleidoscope, transforming into countless meteors that headed towards the Netherworld Sea Dragon.

Click~ Click~

The sounds of bones cracking, along with the roars and screams of the Nether Sea Dragon, echoed continuously on the Akron River.

"You...you weren't using your full strength the whole time!"

The Nether Sea Dragon crashed heavily to the ground, panting heavily, its eyes wide open, staring intently at Xiao Yu.

"certainly!"

Xiao Yu smiled calmly, his thin lips parting slightly as he said, "Sparring with you was merely to refine my seventh soul skill. You don't naively believe that's all I'm capable of, do you? To tell you the truth, even that last move wasn't my strongest attack!"

As early as the moment the Nether Sea Flood Dragon appeared, Xiao Yu had already determined that its strength could only be considered as that of a soul beast with a cultivation of 100,000 years. Moreover, it was a flood dragon, not a true dragon, and its bloodline of the dragon race was extremely thin. Under the same level, the Azure Bull Python could easily defeat it.

The reason the battle lasted so long was, as Xiao Yu himself said, because he was busy arranging sect affairs after Xiao Wu's sacrifice and hadn't had a chance to properly experience the power of his Martial Soul True Body.

During the battle with the Nether Sea Dragon, Xiao Yu integrated all his various soul skills and martial soul true form, gaining a truly realistic experience of the martial soul true form, which will undoubtedly be of great help to his future breakthroughs.

The Nether Sea Dragon seemed unwilling to give up and struggled to stand up again, but most of its bones were broken. It staggered to its feet and fell down again, only kicking up dust again and again.

"Bye now!"

Seeing the struggling Nether Sea Dragon, Xiao Yu took pity on it and gave it a quick death. He unleashed a soul power attack, and the dragon's massive body, which was already powerless to resist, instantly exploded. Blood mixed with soul power filled the air, and a red and black inner core rose up in the blood mist.

Xiao Yu unceremoniously put the inner core into his Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch. Although the dragon's bloodline wasn't particularly high, it would definitely become a 100,000-year soul ring after absorption. If he couldn't find a more suitable one later, it might become his eighth soul ring, or it could become the first soul ring of the Death God's Demon Scythe.

After all, only monsters like Cerberus and the Nether Sea Dragon can produce this inner core, while creatures like the Headless Horseman, the Skeleton King's skeleton minions, and the Styx Ferryman do not possess this ability. No one knows what they will encounter next.

"Ferryman, we can leave now!"

After carefully storing the inner core, Xiao Yu waved to Huo Wu.

Huo Wu understood and raised her long, slender legs.

The ferryman of the Styx was finally able to stand up straight. This time, as soon as he stood up, he took two steps forward and knelt down before Xiao Yu without hesitation, respectfully kowtowing several times.

The moment Xiao Yu released his martial soul, the Styx Ferryman realized Xiao Yu's identity. With the death of the original gatekeeper boss of Akron River, the Underworld Dragon, the will of heaven and earth in the Akron River area recognized Xiao Yu's identity as the master of the plane. This naturally included the Styx Ferryman, who was now too busy currying favor with Xiao Yu.

The ferryman, who had transformed into a lackey, smiled broadly, though his smile was extremely unsightly, and invited Xiao Yu and his companions onto the boat.

"Lingling, Huowu, during the time we reach the other side, you two just focus on your cultivation! Xue'er, you and I will take turns guarding, and spend the rest of your time cultivating as well!"

Upon learning from the ferryman that it would take nearly twenty days to reach the other side, Xiao Yu immediately made arrangements. Huo Wu and Ye Lingling, being relatively weak, naturally devoted themselves to cultivation, while he and Qian Renxue took turns cultivating and standing guard.

One should always be wary of others. Although, according to the rules of the underworld, after the Nether Sea Dragon was defeated, the ferryman, as a servant of the Akron River, should, like the black shadows of death on the Yellow Springs Hill, revere him as the master of the plane.

However, one can't be too afraid of the unexpected. If all four of them are cultivating at the same time, they will be completely defenseless. Xiao Yu still doesn't quite trust the ferryman.

And so, the twenty days on the ship passed by in this daily routine of training and duty.

After reaching the other side of the River Styx, under the respectful gaze of the ferryman, Xiao Yu and the other three embarked on their journey to the next level.

Before long, they arrived at their destination.

The First Prison—A Silent Courtroom!

(End of this chapter)