Chapter 11 Chrysanthemum Douluo Falls! Titles Are Like Ants
The next morning.
Ju Douluo got up early to bid farewell to Shi Yunfeng.
"Village Chief Shi, I am deeply grateful for your presence overnight."
Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed and said.
"But I still have a mission to complete and cannot stay any longer."
Shi Yunfeng glanced at the sky, then at the distant, vast mountain range, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Honored guest, things have been quite turbulent in the Great Wilderness lately."
The old man spoke sincerely.
"A few days ago, a Suanni (a mythical beast) fell, and its blood aura soared to the sky, attracting many ferocious beasts."
"Why don't you stay a few more days and leave after things calm down?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled.
With a thought, nine spirit rings slowly appeared behind him.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
Nine spirit rings, shining brightly.
"Don't worry, Village Chief Shi."
"Chrysanthemum Douluo said confidently."
"Although I am not very talented, I am still capable of protecting myself."
Shi Yunfeng stared at the nine magnificent spirit rings for a moment, stunned.
He didn't feel any pressure from these spirit rings.
But it looks pretty intimidating.
Since the other party insisted, Shi Yunfeng could no longer persuade them.
"Please take care on your journey, esteemed guest."
"If you encounter danger, you can return to Shicun at any time."
Shi Yunfeng said solemnly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, glanced at the willow tree at the village entrance, and secretly vowed never to come to this godforsaken place again in his life.
He turned and walked eastward.
According to Shi Yunfeng, there is a small human town there, about several dozen miles away.
Three hours later.
Chrysanthemum Douluo stood on a small hillside, looking at the scene before him, frozen in place.
The town is gone.
No, it's not gone.
It has become ruins.
The walls are in ruins, but the smoke from the fire has not yet died down.
Bloodstains were everywhere—on the streets, in the houses, in the fields…
But not a single body could be seen.
Because all the corpses were devoured.
In the center of the ruins, an epic battle is unfolding.
A huge golden lion, as big as a small mountain, with a body length of over thirty meters.
It roared to the sky, its sound waves shaking the void.
It was battling a giant rock.
Each collision between the two colossal beasts unleashed terrifying shockwaves, destroying the surrounding ruins once again.
What made Chrysanthemum Douluo's scalp tingle was—
Around the two giant beasts, there were countless ferocious birds and beasts.
Moreover, each one possessed an incredibly powerful aura.
Even the weakest of them made Chrysanthemum Douluo feel a chill.
"A...a hundred thousand-year-old soul beast..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's teeth chattered.
"They are all 100,000-year-old soul beasts."
"How is this possible?!"
In his understanding, a 100,000-year-old soul beast was extremely rare in the entire Douluo Continent.
But now they are appearing in large groups.
This is no longer a herd of beasts.
This is a beast tide.
A world-ending beast tide.
"run..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo had only this one thought left in his mind.
He turned around, wanting to run away.
But it was too late.
Just as he turned around, a winged, striped tiger spotted him.
"roar!"
The tiger roared, flapped its wings, and transformed into a streak of light, pouncing towards Chrysanthemum Douluo.
The speed is extremely fast.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.
At the critical moment of life and death, he unleashed all his soul power.
"Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body!"
boom.
The phantom of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum bloomed behind him, and Chrysanthemum Douluo's body was instantly enveloped in golden light.
His speed increased dramatically, narrowly avoiding the tiger's pounce.
But this also completely exposed his location.
Immediately afterwards—
"roar!"
"Aww!"
"hiss!"
Dozens of ferocious beasts roared simultaneously and charged towards Chrysanthemum Douluo.
The earthquake trembled.
The sky was obscured by fierce birds.
A terrifying pressure swept in like a tsunami.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face instantly turned ashen.
"No...don't come any closer!"
He screamed in terror, his voice trembling.
"Chrysanthemums wither, leaving only scars on the ground; fallen petals break one's heart!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo formed hand seals, while the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum behind him spun wildly.
Countless golden petals shot out from the flower's stamen.
This is his ninth soul skill. It may not be the strongest in single-target attack, but its area-of-effect damage is astonishing.
Each petal is as sharp as a knife, enough to tear through steel.
However--
Ding ding dang dang.
The petals struck the ferocious beasts, producing a metallic clang, yet they couldn't even scratch their fur.
The three-headed giant wolf at the very front even sneezed, blowing away a few petals.
"How is this possible..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo was stunned.
Even titled Douluo dared not directly withstand his eighth soul skill.
These ferocious beasts were completely unharmed.
The next moment.
A tiger pounced.
The sharp claws tore through the air and slammed into Chrysanthemum Douluo's chest.
Click.
The sound of the sternum cracking was clearly audible.
Chrysanthemum Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground.
Before he could even get up...
The python's tail swept over, coiling around his waist and tightening its grip.
"Ugh!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a shrill scream.
He could hear the sound of his ribs breaking one by one.
"I am a Title Douluo... I am an elder of the Spirit Hall..."
"How can I die here..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes were filled with resentment and despair.
But he didn't finish his sentence.
The golden lion opened its blood-red maw and bit down on his upper body.
The sharp teeth snapped shut like a guillotine.
Pfft.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes widened in disbelief, his consciousness frozen at that moment forever.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of ferocious beasts swarmed forward.
A moment later.
All that remained was a pool of indistinct flesh and blood; even the bones had been chewed up and swallowed.
...
Douluo Continent, live on Tianmu.
The entire continent was deathly silent.
On the streets, in taverns, in the palace, and within sects.
Everyone stared blankly at the bloody and cruel scene on the sky.
Title Douluo.
A level 95 Title Douluo.
Elders of the Spirit Hall.
It was just divided up like that.
Like a wild beast devouring its prey, it is torn apart, chewed, and swallowed.
They didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.
"vomit!"
Finally, someone couldn't hold it in any longer and bent over to vomit.
Immediately afterwards, the sounds of vomiting began to rise and fall.
"Moon Pass..."
Before the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong's knuckles turned white as she gripped the scepter.
For the first time, fear appeared in her purple eyes.
She wasn't grieving for Yue Guan's death—she didn't care whether Yue Guan lived or died.
What she feared was the horror of a perfect world.
A three-year-old child can defeat a titled Douluo with a single punch.
A group of ferocious beasts can easily devour a level 95 titled Douluo.
What kind of hell is that world?
Qian Daoliu stood to the side, his face equally grim.
He originally thought this was an honor bestowed by the angels, an opportunity to spread his faith and expand his territory.
Now he realized that this was suicide.
It is the gods who are using the lives of mortals to test the depths of that world.
"An alien demon..."
Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
The worshippers behind him were also pale-faced.
Even Chrysanthemum Douluo died so tragically; if they were chosen...
I can't even imagine.
[Chrysanthemum Douluo, dead!]
[Cause of death: The four Venerable Ones, fighting over a supreme treasure, unleashed a beast tide and were devoured by the ferocious beasts.]
Survival time: 11 hours and 17 minutes
[Total annihilation in this expedition]
Golden text appeared, announcing the complete failure of the first batch of "explorers".
[end of the chapter]