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"Oh? Someone worthy?"
Du Busi's gaze snapped toward a specific direction. "Ye Xuanji—old friend. Why are you still hiding?"
"Old Du, you've got guts!"
Ye Xuanji's voice echoed across Star Luo City.
A brilliant golden light, radiating overwhelming might, surged from the northwest, cutting through the sky like a river of stars. The dazzling radiance engulfed half of Star Luo City in an instant.
High above, Ye Xuanji rode the Star God Sword, standing atop the blade as it hovered in midair. Du Busi's eyes narrowed slightly. As an old acquaintance, he recognized immediately: Ye Xuanji's martial soul had evolved.
"I thought Tai Yu had grown bold because he'd found courage," Du Busi sneered, lips curling. "Turns out it's you—finally reached Level 98."
Ye Xuanji's expression remained calm, his tone as still as a deep well.
"I don't wish to fight you, Old Du. It would only embarrass us both in front of others. As long as you stop, I'll let bygones be bygones."
"You're full of shit!"
Du Busi roared, his voice like thunder rolling across the heavens. "My sect's disciples are not in the wrong. Therefore I'm here to demand justice. And while I'm at it—I want to see if your confidence is really just because you've climbed to Level 98!"
In an instant, thick emerald-green energy erupted skyward, staining half the heavens a deep, toxic green. His body swelled violently—tenfold, then more—his form now towering like a mountain.
His skin hardened into rock-like muscle, bulging with primal force. He became a living titan.
Two yellow. Two purple. Two black. Three red.
A terrifying soul ring configuration materialized—three hundred-thousand-year rings. As his martial soul fully unleashed, the sheer pressure threatened to shatter the very air.
"You unreasonable brute."
A flicker of seriousness passed through Ye Xuanji's eyes.
The Star God Sword screamed—a blade of pure starlight, its aura piercing the heavens, drawing the light of the constellations into its edge. Brilliant golden radiance erupted from its surface.
A sharp, formidable force exploded outward.
Ye Xuanji raised his hand—and golden light surged upward, holding back the heavens above Star Luo City.
Gold and emerald green—split the sky, sharply divided.
But compared to Du Busi, Ye Xuanji's seventh and eighth soul rings were inferior. Even his soul bones lacked the same quality. Only his evolved martial soul—the Star God Sword—could match Du Busi's Body Sect martial soul in raw power.
"Old Du—fight me in the sky!"
Before Du Busi could respond, Ye Xuanji shot skyward.
Du Busi followed without hesitation.
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Inside Nine Treasures Pavilion's tea chamber—
"Will Elder Ye be alright?" Huo Yuhao asked, eyes fixed on the sky. But when he turned to Chen Junting and Ning Tian, he found them both grim-faced—silent.
Ten heartbeats passed.
Then Chen Junting slowly shook his head.
"Difficult."
The single word sent a chill through Huo Yuhao.
But Chen Junting continued: "Though Master Ye's martial soul has evolved, Du Busi's Body martial soul is equally unmatched—comparable to an Ultimate martial soul. Add in the gap in soul rings and soul bones… Du Busi isn't just a Level 98 Super Douluo. He is, without question, the strongest alive in this tier."
"Hiss—" Huo Yuhao sucked in a sharp breath. He hadn't expected Chen Junting to rate the Body Sect patriarch so highly.
But his awe quickly turned to dread.
If that was true… then he was the reason this was happening.
As if sensing his thoughts, Wang Dong stepped forward, hand outstretched to grasp Huo Yuhao's—
Only to freeze when Chen Junting subtly turned his head.
Wang Dong changed his motion—instead of holding, he clapped Huo Yuhao on the shoulder with righteous indignation.
"Huo Yuhao, don't worry! If that Du Guy tries to take you, I'll have Big Dad and Second Dad come and drag you back!"
Big Dad? Second Dad?
Chen Junting's mind stirred.
Big Dad and Second Dad… That's Sky Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape, right?
He didn't know what their attitude towards Wang Dong and Tang Wutong was, or from which perspective they stood.
Huo Yuhao, however, wasn't thinking about rescue.
He was stunned by Wang Dong's words.
"Big Dad? Second Dad?" he blurted out, without thinking. "Wang Dong—do you have two fathers?"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
Wang Dong jumped as if he'd been stepped on—his face flushed crimson. A flash of golden light flickered across his brow.
Only Electrolux noticed.
"Interesting…"
Chen Junting heard the voice in his mind and frowned.
"Elder Electrolux —what's interesting?"
But no clear answer came. Only a word: Angry.
As Chen Junting puzzled over this, Wang Dong quickly moved past his own family matters, instead explaining the power of his "Big Dad and Second Dad."
"They're both Level 99 Limit Douluo."
"Two Limit Douluo?!"
"Is this the power of the Hao Tian Sect?!"
Everyone in the room was stunned.
Even Ning Tian stood frozen, eyes wide.
She had believed that to make Nine Treasures Glazed Tile the top sect, the Body Sect was the only obstacle.
She hadn't imagined—
But why did the Hao Tian Sect always vanish for centuries…
Only to emerge stronger than ever?
Ten thousand years ago—so too.
Ten thousand years later—again.
"Looks like I'll need to pay a visit to the two Hao Tian Sect patriarchs," came a familiar, gentle voice.
The tea chamber door opened.
Ning Bowen stood outside, smiling warmly. Beside him stood Zhi Yong, the Azure Sky Douluo—now at Level 97.
"Father."
"Uncle Ning."
"Uncle Ning (Lord Ning / Sect Master)."
Ning Tian and Chen Junting stepped forward with bright smiles. Huo Yuhao, Wu Feng, and Wang Dong bowed respectfully before approaching.
"After learning of the Body Sect's involvement, I asked Elder Ye and Master Zhi to bring me along. That's why I arrived later than Du Busi. But I'm glad—I made it in time."
Ning Bowen spoke calmly, without a trace of urgency.
And his voice—like a balm—quieted the tension in the room.
At that moment—
A deafening explosion tore through the heavens.
Du Busi and Ye Xuanji had begun their battle.
For a hundred miles around, the sky itself changed color—gold on one side, emerald on the other. Where the two clashed, the air churned into a storm of violent energy.
Though figures were blurred by distance—
This was a battle that shook the world.
Above, clouds roiled. Stars glittered.
Ye Xuanji held the Star God Sword, its blade flowing with radiant starlight—as if he had become one with the night sky. Opposite him, Du Busi floated like a living mountain, his bare fists radiating power capable of annihilating all.
In the next instant, Du Busi moved.
His emerald giant stomped through the void—fist driving forward, energy tearing at the air like a storm.
Ye Xuanji met him without flinching.
Each swing of his sword unleashed a nova of stellar power.
The collision between the two forces shattered the sky with a thunderous roar—waves of energy rippled outward.
For miles below, every soul in Star Luo City felt the crushing pressure from above—until it faded just above ground level, deliberately held back.
Even Du Busi, for all his brutality, knew the cost of collateral damage.
Below, those below Soul Saint level trembled, faces pale as death.
It felt as if the heavens had collapsed.
Above, Ye Xuanji's attacks came like a storm—fluid, swift, like a dragon weaving through the wind.
Du Busi's fists fell like falling stars—each blow shaking the atmosphere.
Around them, dark fissures flashed—tiny rifts in space, from which faint starlight leaked, torn open by their clashing power.
Ye Xuanji's brow tightened. One of his ten-thousand-year soul rings flared.
The Star God Sword blazed.
A vast river of starlight erupted from its tip—rushing toward Du Busi.
Du Busi roared, punching forward.
His fist met the star river—and exploded.
A crimson flash surged from his knuckles. Emerald soul power erupted, devouring the remnants of the starlight—then surged onward, straight for Ye Xuanji.
It struck the Star God Sword.
Ye Xuanji was flung backward.
He had lost the soul skill exchange.
Du Busi laughed, triumphant.
"Ye Xuanji! I told you—your soul rings are weaker! I used the same rank technique as you—and you still lost! Give me the Body Sect disciple, hand over Tai Yu, and maybe I'll spare your lives!"
"Old Du, what are you so proud of?"
Ye Xuanji stabilized himself, breathing evenly.
Then—a voice rang out from below.
"Eight Treasures turn, forming Glazed Tile. Fourth: Soul. Fifth: Attack. Sixth: Attribute. Eighth: Eight Treasures Battle Radiance."
Four streams of light—green, blue, cyan, silver—shot upward and merged into Ye Xuanji's body.
His aura surged.
In less than a heartbeat—he surpassed Du Busi.
"What?!" Du Busi's eyes snapped downward—to Ning Bowen, held safely by Zhi Yong, and the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Tower resting in his palm.
He roared, furious: "You bastard! You called for reinforcements!"
Ye Xuanji didn't flinch.
He raised his sword.
"Old Du—still want to continue?"
Du Busi gritted his teeth, fury blazing.
"The Body Sect disciple—I WILL have him. For the sake of my sect's legacy, I will sacrifice everything. Even if I unleash my Life Poison and slaughter every soul in Star Luo City—I will not relent!"
This time, it was Ye Xuanji's face that changed.
He could tell that this madman was serious. And he was even resorting to moral blackmail. He couldn't understand why it would be necessary to do this for a Body Martial Soul? And he even mentioned the inheritance of the Sect...
"Old Du—you've lost your mind!"
The Star God Sword hummed, vibrating with intent.
Was it possible to stop him before he went mad?
Before he unleashed his poison?
The air crackled with tension—
Then—
"Enough!"
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