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Above the ocean, three Quasi-Gods of the oldest generation, in terms of seniority and age, fought heaven and earth, staging a hot-blooded elderly drama of Douluo Star.
The young Feng Zaixing leaned on the railing and watched, while his Junior Sister Na'er and young apprentice Yuanen Yehui set up spirit tools to record this rare scene in their own ways.
"They're fighting so fiercely, I almost want to rush into the battlefield. I wonder if we can kill him this time." Mu Ye looked left and right, capturing every detail of the battle.
"You need to calm down, someone still needs to guard here." Luan Hongchen said excitedly while using a camera to capture the battle, "The surging life energy Zaixing brought down has enhanced my Origin. I think I have hope of reaching the Limit Realm within ten years. Watching this battle might give me some inspiration."
Although Luan Hongchen was obsessed with his Family's spirit tools and mechs, he was still a ninety-eighth-level Super Douluo. As long as he focused on Cultivating, he still had hope of achieving the Limit Realm.
Mu Ye heard this, a slight curve on his lips, and said, "Alright, when we go back, I'll lock you up for ten years, and I'll take over as Dean for you."
"No need for that, we don't know how far this battle will go, let's just wait and see for now." Luan Hongchen shook his head, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.
Feng Zaixing's eyes glowed with a hint of purple, using the Tang Sect's Purple Demon Eye to observe the situation from a distance, and said to Yu Xin beside him, "Your great-grandfather's abilities are very different from the Legion Commander's."
In the battlefield, Yu Guanjun's methods were different from Yu Guanzhi's drawing of a charging army of thousands. Instead, every stroke and line connected to the Plane Law, easily tearing space and manipulating Plane Law for attack.
His offensive was unpredictable and impossible to guard against. Even the Underworld Rebirth Domain was torn open by him. Underworld creatures were injured by a graze and annihilated by a touch, and even Ha Luosa rarely dared to confront him directly.
Although both had the Divine Brush Spirit, the abilities they displayed were vastly different.
"The Divine Brush Spirit originally has multiple development directions. In fact, Grandfather's painting of beast tides is a relatively unconventional one. Old Ancestor's path is the purest attack system," Yu Xin said.
"So that's how it is. What about you?" Feng Zaixing compared them in his mind and said, "I personally believe that if one's abilities are limited to painting creatures for battle, it might still be a bit inferior."
"I naturally Cultivate both," Yu Xin took out her Divine Brush Spirit and tossed it into the air, a confident smile playing on her lips, and said:
"The Vicious Beast spirit ring that Xiaoqiu brought me awakened my mental force potential. With such conditions, it's indeed not appropriate to be limited to painting anymore; Cultivating under the god sealing list is about trying to comprehend Law."
Feng Zaixing nodded upon hearing this, feeling a little relieved. It seemed he could escape the path of painting materials.
As if seeing what Feng Zaixing was thinking, Yu Xin curved her lips and continued, "Of course, the skills you learned before won't be abandoned. You still have to keep painting."
Feng Zaixing's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes, changing the subject: "I think we need to create a blindfold to conceal the true color of our spirit rings."
"Blindfold?" Yu Xin remembered Feng Zaixing's golden sixth spirit ring just now, and thoughtfully transmitted, "Indeed, it's necessary. What's going on with your sixth spirit ring? What spirit soul gave it to you? The golden spirit ring in legends is a symbol of a million-year Spirit Beast."
"Let's keep that a secret for now. My spirit ring is not a million-year spirit ring; but its color is indeed eye-catching."
Feng Zaixing pondered, "Either we fake them all to be golden, that way no one will believe it."
"Alright," Yu Xin transmitted, "What's the effect of your sixth spirit ring? With such a grand display, its power must be very strong, right?"
Spirit Ability is a core secret of a Spirit Master, not even close friends would easily ask, but their relationship was very close, so Yu Xin asked casually.
Feng Zaixing didn't intend to hide it from her, he sensed it slightly and said with a somewhat strange tone, "It seems to be—a healing Spirit Ability."
"Healing system? Your Angel Martial Soul awakened a healing talent?" Yu Xin was stunned when she heard this. From attack system to healing system, the span was a bit large.
"Sort of."
Feng Zaixing observed the battle in the distance and suddenly had an idea, "But my attribute is extremely restrictive to Evil Soul Masters. A healing Spirit Ability on a normal Spirit Master is healing, but on them, it's still the most terrifying attack."
"It's a pity Ha Luosa is too powerful, otherwise, if it were another Evil Soul Master, I would definitely try it on him."
The battlefield was changing rapidly. Ha Luosa's Underworld King Sword's evil light soared into the sky, and gray mist still occupied one-fifth of the air. Twelve gates of the undead had opened, and twelve Death Knights with the Cultivation of Three-Word Battle Armor Masters guarded Ha Luosa in the center, blocking much damage for him.
Yu Guanjun's Divine Brush's killing power and Le Zhengyang's Angel Holy Light each occupied half of the remaining air, with each killing move surpassing the last. The old men were going crazy like young men, vowing to eliminate this great Devil Head.
The two Quasi-Gods themselves were slightly weaker than Ha Luosa. Only by joining forces could they firmly suppress him; despite being at a great disadvantage, Ha Luosa could still barely fend them off with the twelve Death Knights and a massive number of undead creatures, fighting and retreating, looking for an opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield.
Mu Ye stroked his chin and said, "This opportunity is rare. It seems I really need to participate in the battle at a critical moment. There might not be another chance to kill Ha Luosa in the future."
Luan Hongchen's eyes were deep, even with a hint of horror, and he said, "Ha Luosa refined his Underworld King Sword into a Divine Artifact. This ability is extremely rare even among Quasi-Gods."
"Otherwise, no matter how capable he was, he would have been taken down by the two Seniors. Even if Yun Ming had made a move, it would have been nothing more than this."
"Then we can't let him leave even more—hmm?"
Just as Mu Ye was rubbing his fists, he suddenly noticed clusters of purple clouds streaking across the distant sky. Looking closely, it was a giant purple skull, with profound presences seated on it, each with nine spirit rings around their bodies.
At the top of the skull, a figure that was only a skeleton cackled coldly, manipulating the purple skull to charge into the battlefield to assist Ha Luosa, the Underworld Emperor.
"Cackle cackle cackle, you two old geezers didn't stay at home to live out your days peacefully, but instead came to bother us. You really are tired of living!"
The Ghost Emperor unleashed a self-created Spirit Ability, and a purplish-black curtain fell from the sky, with thousands of ghost shadows biting out, directly confronting Le Zhengyang's sword.
Beneath the skull, Evil Soul Masters of the Three-Word Battle Armor Master level unleashed their Spirit Abilities, striking at Yu Guanjun, aiding in the breakout.
"Well said, this old man is indeed tired of living!" Sword light tore through the Gui Mei Domain, and Le Zhengyang strode towards the Ghost Emperor, his Aura as vibrant as a Dragon.
"Ghost Emperor, this old man wishes to take a Quasi-God with him to the grave before he dies. Do you dare to go to Yellow Springs with this old man!"
Yu Guanjun broke through the Holy Spirit Cult's attack, his eyes as sharp as the Divine Brush in his hand, and he said coldly, "I killed your Master back then, and I can kill you today; Ghost Emperor, since you've come today, it wouldn't be right if you didn't leave something behind, would it?"
The green ghost fire in the Ghost Emperor's eyes flickered, and he angrily said, "Nonsense! You two old ghosts want to die, don't drag us along! Underworld Emperor, retreat quickly, don't waste time with these two dying old geezers!"
One old geezer was troublesome enough, let alone two; if both old guys self-destructed, they would all be finished here.
Ha Luosa swept away the sword waves and roared, "I can't swallow this! I've always been the one to seek trouble with others, yet today I'm being besieged again!"
Le Zhengyang and Yu Guanjun struck ruthlessly and precisely, targeting vital points; his own four-word battle armor, which he had painstakingly nurtured, was pierced in many places by Yu Guanjun's connected Plane Spikes. Le Zhengyang took advantage of the situation to attack, causing damage that would take several months of recovery.
"Who told you, Old Ha, that you always like to act alone? The big picture is important!" The Ghost Emperor urged while fighting.
He was also very annoyed. He was sitting peacefully at home when he received Ha Luosa's distress call, and when he arrived, he found out it was two immortals who had gone crazy.
"Alright, we retreat!"
The Underworld Emperor gritted his teeth, sending out all the undead creatures in the Underworld Rebirth Domain as cannon fodder, while his true body retreated from the battlefield with his sword.
"Boom—Boom—Boom—"
Just then, sounds of rushing through the air came from the distant ship, heading straight for the battlefield.
"They actually want to use spirit tool technology against us?"
The Ghost Emperor disdainfully cast a glance, but after seeing what it was, his scalp tingled.
"Three ninth-grade fixed spirit tool cannon shells and a large batch of eighth-grade fixed spirit tool cannon shells? Does your military not consider equipment as money?"
Le Zhengyang and Yu Guanjun did not answer, but quickly retreated, avoiding the blast radius of the fixed spirit tool cannon shells.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" —
The most terrifying God of Death in spirit tool technology unleashed its power. Mushroom clouds appeared on the sea, engulfing the Underworld of the Underworld Emperor and the skull of the Ghost Emperor. Those three ninth-grade fixed spirit tool cannon shells had a name—Metal Storm—and were best at area-of-effect attacks.
They came from the Tang Sect, and the person leading the cannon fire was Feng Zaixing.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" —
The most terrifying God of Death in spirit tool technology unleashed its power. Mushroom clouds appeared on the sea, engulfing the Underworld of the Underworld Emperor and the skull of the Ghost Emperor. Those three ninth-grade fixed spirit tool cannon shells had a name—Metal Storm—and were best at area-of-effect attacks.
They came from the Tang Sect, and the person leading the cannon fire was Feng Zaixing.
"I can't beat you, but that doesn't mean our spirit tool technology can't hurt you."
Feng Zaixing moved like lightning between the spirit tool cannons, stuffing fixed spirit tool cannon shells from the Tang Sect into them as if they were free, and firing them.
Splendid fireworks flew from the ship, enchanting and stunning, occasionally accompanied by the roars and screams of Evil Soul Masters, as not every Evil Soul Master was a Quasi-God after all.
The two Quasi-Gods on the battlefield exchanged glances and decisively pursued them.
"Ghost King, Underworld King, why run after coming? Let's fight another three thousand moves!"