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Mu Wu stood in midair, his whole body wrapped in an ice-blue halo.

A pale, chilling aura emanated from the ice-blue light, the terrifying coldness causing the surrounding space to freeze and stagnate.

His Baxia martial soul floated behind him, the mighty dragon's pressure spreading wantonly across the sky.

As Mu Wu’s gaze sharpened, ice-blue light shot up to the heavens.

His aura soared as if it had been injected with steroids, crossing a threshold and reaching a whole new realm in an instant.

A pressure that seemed to transcend heaven and earth swept out, causing the face of Zhongli Wu across from Mu Wu to change dramatically.

That vast, domineering aura, as boundless as the sky, made Zhongli Wu’s heart tremble.

He kept shouting in his heart, "How is this possible? How is this possible? How could Mu Wu reach such a realm?"

“Zhongli Wu, prepare to die!”

Mu Wu’s pressure pressed forward like a tidal wave. Su Yu had already finished off Zhang Peng, so he couldn’t afford to lag behind.

Feeling Mu Wu’s unabashed killing intent, Zhongli Wu sensed a fatal crisis.

He didn’t even dare to fight Mu Wu head-on—at this moment, Mu Wu felt terrifyingly strong.

Facing such a predicament, Zhongli Wu didn't hesitate to shout, “Mother, save me!”

His voice, amplified by his deep soul power, pierced through the Radiant City so that nearly everyone heard it.

Below, countless people's mouths twitched and their expressions turned strange.

Just moments ago, the arrogant and overbearing Zhongli Wu was now calling for his mom after being beaten.

Wasn’t he just threatening to settle the score with Su Yu?

Many had been waiting to see just how capable Zhongli Wu was, but who would have thought he’d embarrass himself so thoroughly.

“Pfft, this is killing me, he got beaten into crying for his mom,” Wang Dong’er laughed uncontrollably.

When Zhongli Wu appeared, he was so domineering and strong—now, look at him.

“He’s very strong; it’s just that Senior Mu Wu is even stronger,” Di Mingli said coolly.

Zhongli Wu’s strength was truly rare and powerful, not much weaker than Bear Lord.

But his opponent was simply too exceptional.

This Grand Guardian of the Ice God Palace was perhaps too powerful.

Even looking across the entire Star Dou Forest, maybe only Di Tian could surpass him.

“Mingli is right, Zhongli Wu just met the wrong opponent,” Snow Empress agreed, staring unblinkingly at Mu Wu in the sky.

Something seemed to have changed in Mu Wu.

Snow Empress’s beautiful eyes narrowed as if she had seen something.

In a dim hall in Radiant City...

A blood-red figure meditating in the center of the hall suddenly awoke.

“My son?”

Her eyes changed slightly, and in the next moment, her figure disappeared from the hall.

In midair, Mu Wu pointed with his icy hand, sending a wave of frost sweeping forward.

With a light flick toward Zhongli Wu, even such a gentle gesture made Zhongli Wu’s hair stand on end.

“Not good!”

Sensing danger, Zhongli Wu tapped the air, and a black soul ring flashed. A gray staff appeared in his hand.

The next moment, he tapped his staff, and a deep roar sounded—a huge beast’s head appeared before him.

It was a dragon’s head, black as ink but glowing with a greenish light, its eyes flickering with intense green flames.

With its appearance, sinister winds howled through the sky.

“Whoosh!”

Mu Wu’s finger arrived right on cue, like a divine strike.

The massive dragon head was shaken, the terrifying force pushing Zhongli Wu back with it.

“Huh?”

Seeing this strange thing withstand his blow, Mu Wu was slightly surprised.

Looking closer, the creature that had only revealed its head now showed its true form.

What kind of creature was this?!

Sharp, ink-black claws, strong and powerful bones.

Its wings, when spread, were a hundred meters wide, as was its long body—also over a hundred meters.

This was a dragon’s skeleton.

Even without scales or flesh, the dragon’s aura radiated an awe-inspiring majesty.

Zhongli Wu flashed to the top of the giant bone dragon, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and watched Mu Wu gravely.

This was his trump card, something he was usually reluctant to use.

But facing Mu Wu’s deathly oppression, he had no choice.

Mu Wu stared at the bone dragon, frowning.

He could tell that this skeleton’s owner was not a pure-blooded dragon.

He’d encountered real dragons before and knew what their aura was like.

But this bone dragon, though not pure, possessed a noble aura.

Even with his Baxia martial soul’s dominance, he felt a sense of inferiority before it.

Fortunately, this aura was only a wisp—while it enhanced the skeleton, it wasn’t enough to threaten him.

“I didn't expect you to have such a trump card. Pity, it still can’t save you.”

Mu Wu's expression turned cold. The gap in absolute strength wasn’t something a dragon skeleton could bridge.

Mu Wu advanced with a single fist, suppressing Zhongli Wu so badly that even with the bone dragon’s help, Zhongli Wu was completely overwhelmed.

Only three moves in, Zhongli Wu was already coughing blood.

Even the bone dragon showed signs of damage.

“This is the end!”

With Mu Wu’s words, his eighth soul ring lit up, dragon might surging.

One of the ten-thousand-year eighth soul skills: Eternal Freeze.

A super-powerful sealing skill that could completely freeze an opponent’s soul power.

If hit, Zhongli Wu would be finished.

Facing Mu Wu’s thunderous blow, Zhongli Wu was unable to resist.

At the critical moment, a blood-red flash swept in, blocking Mu Wu’s Eternal Freeze.

Then, a blood light surged from afar, instantly covering half the sky.

A blood-red figure appeared, and with a few flickers, became clear to all.

It was a woman in a blood-red robe, with exquisite features and crimson eyes.

Her brows revealed an unmistakable fierceness and cruelty.

As soon as she appeared, a bloody aura filled the world.

Resentment surged in the sky, as if countless wronged souls were weeping.

Mu Wu frowned, his voice cold: “It’s you, Ye Xishui! You’ve finally come!”

Ye Xishui’s long blood-red hair flowed over her shoulders, her eyes cold with killing intent.

“You again. How dare you touch my son? Do you think our Holy Spirit Church fears you?”

Seeing Mu Wu, Ye Xishui’s face darkened.

He reminded her of past events, making her even more irritable.

“Hmph, Zhongli Wu dared offend the young master—he deserves death. Today, no one can save him.”

Mu Wu snorted.

“You alone?” Ye Xishui sneered. “I know Hai Bodong is nearby. Call him out—you're still not my match.”

Mu Wu laughed coldly, “You, who ran in disgrace from the High Priest, still dare face the High Priest?”

“A person like you isn’t even worth the High Priest’s notice.”

“Since you’re here, today I’ll wipe away my humiliation.”

Mu Wu’s momentum surged, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Zhongli Wu was just a warm-up. Ye Xishui was the real opponent he wanted.

He had once lost to Ye Xishui. If not for Hai Bodong’s rescue, he’d be dead.

He’d always considered this his greatest humiliation.

Now was the time to erase it.

“Heh, overestimating yourself!” Ye Xishui sneered, clearly not seeing Mu Wu as a threat.

“Then let’s see who’s overestimating themselves!”

Mu Wu took a step forward. His aura, already strong, rose to another level.

In an instant, the world changed color!

Cold filled the heavens, washing away the bloody aura.

With a wave of his sleeve, Mu Wu’s momentum rolled out in endless, crashing waves.

If before, Mu Wu’s aura was still below Ye Xishui’s, now it was equal.

Mu Wu’s step pressed down like a collapsing sky. At that moment, Ye Xishui felt bone-deep danger.

The contempt in her eyes faded, replaced by a layer of frost on her pale face.

“You’ve stepped into that realm?”

Ye Xishui stared at Mu Wu. Though her tone was questioning, her expression was certain.

Before, Mu Wu had to use secret methods to briefly reach the Ultimate Douluo level.

But now, this was his normal state.

This meant that Mu Wu was now a true Ultimate Douluo.

The difference between limit and non-limit was like heaven and earth.

Even Ye Xishui had to admit: an Ultimate Douluo Mu Wu was truly troublesome.

“Thanks to that past humiliation, I’ve risen a level. Ye Xishui, today we’ll settle all our scores.”

Mu Wu waved his hand, and an ice-blue pillar shot up.

In an instant, it spanned a hundred miles.

Mu Wu struck with his palm, gathering the cold of a hundred miles.

Each punch and kick carried the power of heaven and earth.

Facing his strike, Ye Xishui didn’t dare slack—she also flipped her palm, pushing out an endless sea of blood.

Boom!

Their palms collided with a thunderous crash.

The space between them collapsed, revealing black holes.

The energy shockwaves spread like a tidal wave, ravaging dozens of miles.

Even though they were thousands of meters high, the faint tremors still shook the earth.

This was the power of Ultimate Douluo.

Each move exceeded mortal limits.

An Ultimate Douluo was a match for a nation—no empty boast.

Mu Wu retracted his palm, glanced at Ye Xishui, and soared into the sky.

Ye Xishui’s figure also flickered, rising to ten thousand meters.

A clash between two Ultimate Douluo was truly world-shattering. Every full-force attack was like a Level 9 soul tool explosion.

If they fought recklessly, the hundreds of thousands below would be wiped out.

Ye Xishui, as an evil soul master, didn't care about ants’ lives.

But since the Holy Spirit Church and the Sun Moon Empire were in their honeymoon period, she had to put on a show.

Mu Wu, on the other hand, cared for his people.

High in the sky, the two Ultimate Douluo fought fiercely, their battle echoing throughout Radiant City.

Zhongli Wu wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily his mother arrived in time—otherwise, today would have been fatal.

Who could have guessed that Mu Wu would quietly break through to Ultimate Douluo?

No wonder he was no match even at full strength.

So, Mu Wu was an Ultimate Douluo all along—no wonder victory was impossible.

No matter how strong Zhongli Wu was, he couldn't defeat a true Ultimate Douluo.

“I wonder if Mother can win—she should be able to, right? Mother is a veteran Ultimate Douluo. Facing a newly advanced one shouldn't be hard.”

“Right, where’s Uncle Long?”

“Uncle Long, where are you?”

Zhongli Wu looked around, searching for Long Xiaoyao.

Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui were always together.

Normally, wherever Ye Xishui went, Long Xiaoyao would follow.

Now that Ye Xishui had appeared, there was no reason for Long Xiaoyao not to know.

Was Uncle Long being held up?

To be fair, Zhongli Wu could be quick-witted at times.

...

On an unremarkable building, Long Xiaoyao, dressed in black, watched the man before him with a solemn expression.

“Ice Emperor, instead of guarding Young Master Su Yu, you’re here to stop an old man like me. Aren’t you afraid of something happening to Young Master Su Yu?”

“Do you think Mu Wu can beat Xishui? Even if she’s still injured!”

Long Xiaoyao said in a deep voice.

Hai Bodong smiled faintly, “My job is to stop you. As for Mu Wu, since he wants to wipe away his shame himself, let him try.”

“A crazy woman is nothing special.”

Long Xiaoyao frowned, “Xishui isn’t crazy, she’s just extreme. Ultimately, it’s my fault.”

Hai Bodong chuckled noncommittally.

Love is blind—Long Xiaoyao, despite his age, was still naïve in this regard.

Hai Bodong had no interest in wasting words.

“You’d best stay here. While I’m here, you’re not going anywhere.”

Long Xiaoyao fell silent.

Indeed, with Hai Bodong’s strength, if he was determined to stop him, there was nothing he could do.

“Ice Emperor, are you not afraid something will happen to Young Master Su Yu?”

“Xishui’s son is no pushover.”

“With both of you gone, he might target Young Master Su Yu.”

“With all ten soul rings at the hundred-thousand-year level, able to kill a Super Douluo—if I were him, I wouldn’t tolerate such a threat.”

Long Xiaoyao said calmly.

Hai Bodong just smiled. “Nice theory, but whether he can threaten the young master depends on his strength.”