Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

His mother was a descendant of Taotie Douluo Xuanzi.

As a descendant of two families united by marriage, Li Xuan is universally recognized as the direct descendant of Shrek Academy.

That's why, the moment this match-up list was released, all doubts online about whether there was any behind-the-scenes manipulation in the competition vanished.

On one side is the incomparably talented young genius, the designated successor of the Spirit Pagoda, and the legendary Xingci, known by countless people as the Crown Prince of the Spirit Pagoda.

No one knows why he replaced Yu Tianlong's original ranking without any warning.

Afterwards, both sides remained tight-lipped about the matter and offered no response whatsoever.

Even his previous battle with the first-year students of Shrek Academy was not publicized by Shrek Academy, perhaps to save face. The outside world only vaguely speculated that this young master of the ages had at least the combat power of a Soul King, and many people were convinced that his ranking was highly inflated.

On the other side, Li Xuan is a strong contender for the top eight in this year's youth group. He is a genuine five-ring Soul King, and his strength ranks among the top in his class.

If there were any behind-the-scenes manipulations, the organizers would never have arranged such a match in the preliminary rounds to offend the all-powerful Spirit Pagoda.

After all, the superficial harmony between the Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy and Tang Sect was no secret, and everyone in the mainland's upper echelons was well aware of it.

The previous few matches, which ended quickly, seemed to serve as a warm-up for this ultimate showdown.

Several contestants, aware of their own limitations, even conceded defeat immediately upon taking the stage. The audience's attention was entirely focused on the main stage in the center, not on them.

Indeed, the desire to watch a spectacle is an innate human trait ingrained in our very being.

"Please welcome the next player to the stage!"

The host's loud and passionate voice resounded throughout the entire Soul Arena through the Soul Guidance Amplifier.

The enormous soul-guided screens hanging on all four sides instantly switched to the screen showing the contestants' waiting area.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, Qian Gu Xing Ci slowly walked out of the waiting passage. His long black robe with gold trim swayed gently with each step. His purple hair and jade crown, along with his clear starry eyes, drew screams and cheers from the stands.

On the other side of the contestant passage sat a robust young man, as tall as an iron tower, namely Li Xuan.

He excitedly slapped his thigh, stood up abruptly, and strode towards the competition stage.

"This guy really got a great deal!"

In the sect's private room next door, Qingying Shenying Song Jia crossed her arms, spat with a livid face, and her eyes were full of resentment and venom.

The Song family has been loyal to Shrek Academy for generations, and they have always wanted to exchange their accumulated contributions for the soul bone of the 100,000-year-old Azure Shadow Divine Eagle.

But after finally managing to accumulate enough bargaining chips, the soul bone had already been sent to the Spirit Pagoda as compensation.

People desire it, but the thing is no longer there.

As Shrek Academy's most loyal supporters, they naturally dared not blame the academy, so they directed all their resentment at the Spirit Pagoda and the Eternal Star Decree.

Song Jia's purpose in participating in this competition is to defeat Qian Gu Xing Ci on the field and then use public opinion from the entire Federation to force the Spirit Pagoda to sit down and negotiate.

But now, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has been snatched away by Li Xuan, and he feels a surge of resentment in his chest.

In his view, Li Xuan was bound to win, and he had no chance at all.

On the stage, Li Xuan looked at Qian Gu Xing Ci, who had a calm expression, with arrogance on his face. He raised his voice and spoke, his voice carrying throughout the arena through the loudspeaker: "Qian Gu Xing Ci, has your Spirit Pagoda thought about what price you are willing to pay to regain the reputation you have lost today?"

Making threats is an unspoken part of the opening of any major competition.

But Qian Gu Xingci ignored him, his gaze falling on Li Xuan's ridiculously exaggerated physique, and he felt a sudden physical discomfort.

It's okay to be strong, like his senior brother, as most people can accept him, at least the proportion is normal.

But the man's pectoral muscles were actually a whole size bigger than his own head.

It should be noted that Li Xuan's head, judging by its size, is at least sixty centimeters in diameter. This exaggerated proportion is truly an eyesore.

"Both players, step back and take your positions!" the referee shouted.

Soul-guided shields instantly rose from all around the arena, firmly enveloping the entire main arena.

The referee's gaze swept over the two players, seeing that both were ready:

"The match begins!"

The moment he finished speaking, a long, black staff suddenly appeared in Li Xuan's hand.

The staff is adorned with sparse yet distinct dragon patterns, the very martial spirit inherited by the Li family. It should now be called the Coiled Dragon Staff.

At the same time, five spirit rings, four purple and one black, slowly rose from beneath his feet, swirling and circling, and the spirit power fluctuations of a five-ring spirit king instantly swept across the entire arena.

A deafening moo erupted from the staff, and the soul of a giant, dark blue bull with a pair of imposing dragon horns burst forth from the dragon-patterned staff, standing firmly beside him.

The Gluttonous Divine Ox transformed into the Dragon Soul within the Dragon Pattern Staff Martial Soul... Ox Soul, Dragon Horn Ox!

Seeing that Qian Gu Xing Ci was still standing still, without even using his martial spirit, Li Xuan was enraged by Qian Gu Xing Ci's contempt and roared, "Arrogant!"

His second soul ring suddenly lit up, and the dragon horn bull soul beside him instantly solidified, its four hooves pounding the ground as it galloped wildly toward the Ancient Star.

Immediately afterwards, his fourth spirit ring burst forth with a dazzling light, and the dragon-patterned staff in his hand and the dragon spirit in front of him shone brightly, roaring out.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Qi Soars to the Heavens!"

Wherever the Dragon Horned Bull passed, the hard alloy arena surface shattered with a deafening roar, and sharp spikes rose from the ground, carrying the violent power of the dragon soul and the staff, sweeping towards the Thousand Ancient Stars.

Yet, Qian Gu Xingci remained calm and composed.

He slowly took a step forward to face the charging dragon-horned bull.

With that step, the air seemed to groan as it was crushed, and an invisible wave of air rippled outwards from him.

He raised his right hand, and the power of stars quietly surged in his palm. Just as the dragon-horned bull rushed in front of him, he precisely grabbed the pair of majestic dragon horns with one hand.

Then, under the stunned gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, he simply lifted the exaggeratedly large bull spirit with one hand and easily raised it above his head.

Li Xuan's worldview collapsed, and his materialized dragon soul weighed several tons!

He just lifted it up so casually!

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Qian Gu Xing Ci even had the leisure to take a closer look, his tone filled with curiosity: "Oh? This Dragon Horned Ox really does only have a pair of dragon horns."

Li Xuan, standing on the opposite side of the arena, was enraged by this shocking scene.

"Huh? There's a dragon scale growing under its neck, that's pretty rare."

The dragon-patterned staff swelled several times in size amidst the storm, carrying the momentum of a thousand galloping oxen, aiming straight for the top of the ancient star!

Qian Gu Xing Ci glanced at him and said, "Don't cause trouble."

"Heavenly Authority, Seal the Pivot!"

As soon as the words were uttered, the entire competition stage seemed to be put on pause.

The dragon-patterned staff that was whistling down suddenly stopped in mid-air, no more than half a foot away from Qian Gu Xing Ci's head.

The raging spikes, the flying rubble, and the ferocious expression on Li Xuan's face were all frozen in time.

Even the referee standing at the edge of the field was frozen in place, his constantly shifting eyes revealing the deep-seated fear he felt at that moment.

This referee is a true Contra-level powerhouse!

Faced with this strange power, he had no chance to resist at all, and at this moment he had only one thought in his mind.

Oh no, my job as a referee is probably in jeopardy!

Throughout the entire arena, only Qian Gu Xing Ci was allowed to move freely.

He casually slammed the Dragon Horned Bull's soul, which he had been holding above his head, onto the ground, turned around, picked up a nearby ground spike, and began to polish it against the Dragon Horned Bull's horn.

The hard ground spikes were gradually worn down into the shape of a long stick.

Qian Gu Xing Ci looked at the rough stick in his hand, sighed helplessly, and muttered to himself, "It seems I'll have to learn mecha design in the future. I'm really not good at this kind of handicraft."

Although his voice was very soft, it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every spectator through the sound-receiving array in the arena.

One stone caused a thousand waves!

"Controlling time?! This is the ability to control time?!"

In the private room of the War God Temple, Jiang Wuyue slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, “Without using a martial spirit, he can lift a Soul King-level dragon soul with just his physical strength, and now he even has the ability to control time?!”

The same shock appeared on the faces of every powerful individual unfamiliar with the Eternal Star Chronicle.

In the private rooms of various sects, the military, and Mingde Hall, all the titled Douluo-level powerhouses changed their expressions, their eyes fixed on the young figure on the stage with apprehension.

Qian Gu Xing Ci seemed oblivious to the uproar in the audience, and snapped his fingers.

"The seal is lifted."

Time, which had been still, instantly resumed its flow.

The referee's face instantly broke out in a thick layer of cold sweat, his back was soaked with sweat, and his legs were trembling slightly.

Li Xuan only felt a blur before his eyes, and the ancient star that was originally within reach disappeared without a trace. His full-force swing of the staff also missed its mark.

Before he could react, he saw Qian Gu Xing Ci holding the sharpened stone stick, and then bending down and turning his body.

The stone rod sliced ​​through the air, carrying immense stellar power, and slammed heavily onto the Dragon Horn Bull Soul.

A mournful moo rang out, and the dragon soul was instantly shattered into countless specks of light, which flew back into the so-called Panlong Staff.

With his martial spirit's origin, the dragon soul, injured, Li Xuan groaned, and bright red blood instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth. His hand, gripping the dragon-patterned staff, began to tremble uncontrollably.

An emotion called fear spread and grew wildly in his heart like wildfire.

Qian Gu Xing Ci, holding the stone staff, slowly charged towards him.

In his haste, Li Xuan raised his dragon-patterned staff to parry the attack, and the resounding clang of metal against metal echoed continuously.

But after only three or five rounds, he was forced to retreat, and the dragon-patterned staff in his hand was almost slipping out of his grasp.

With each collision, a terrifying force flowed through the staff into his body, causing his internal organs to churn.

Qian Gu Xing Ci deflected his dragon-patterned staff with a single blow. Looking at his disheveled appearance, his eyes were filled with disappointment. His sigh echoed throughout the arena through the loudspeaker: "Hold, chop, thrust, flick, sweep, cloud—you haven't mastered a single one of the basic skills of staff techniques."

"Where is your mastery of the staff? At the very least, you should have achieved a state of perfect harmony between man and staff, right?"

Even if we take a step back, surely you can at least manage the basic movement of your body following the stick's movement, right?

"Even if the Taotie Divine Ox has degenerated, does it only know how to charge with brute force?"

Have you absorbed all your other abilities?

It's shameful to share the same staff-type martial spirit as you.