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But in contrast, the power unleashed by blowing up three soul rings at once was earth-shattering.

The energy from three soul rings exploding simultaneously elevated Su Yu’s attack power to an unprecedented level.

Even Zhongli Wu, who had temporarily reached the rank of Ultimate Douluo, was forcibly suppressed by this power.

In the sky, Zhongli Wu’s figure reappeared from within the mushroom cloud.

The next instant, his body suddenly began to shine.

Beams of light shot out from every part of his body, and cracks began to appear all over him as if he were a porcelain about to shatter.

“How... is this... possible~?”

“Ah!!!”

Zhongli Wu’s face was filled with disbelief as he uttered one unwilling groan after another.

Then, with a final scream, his body exploded under the gaze of the crowd.

A wildly violent force burst out, and a cloud of blood mist rose in the sky.

Boom!

A storm even more terrifying than the earlier mushroom cloud raged in the sky, but Zhongli Wu himself had already vanished.

Even his aura was gradually dissipating, blown away by the wind.

Witnessing this shocking scene, all the experts present were dumbfounded.

Du Busi, still entangled with Jing Hongchen, raised his eyebrows, a trace of disbelief flashing in his green eyes.

Even while fighting Jing Hongchen, he had been paying attention to the overall battlefield.

Zhongli Wu’s final move would have put even him in mortal danger.

Zhongli Wu truly deserved to be the Holy Spirit Cult’s leader—his methods were indeed sinister.

After devouring the vice leader and burning all the resentful spirits, he had truly stepped into the threshold of Ultimate Douluo, even if only briefly.

Du Busi asked himself: unless he risked everything and triggered his golden-level awakening, he simply couldn't handle such a Zhongli Wu.

Yet, that kind of Zhongli Wu had been blown to pieces by Su Yu.

Thinking of Su Yu’s earlier soul ring explosions and the power that had erupted, Du Busi’s eyes twitched.

To think he dared to go so far as to blow up his soul rings—this young master from the Ice God Palace was truly ruthless.

Three hundred-thousand-year soul rings detonated at once; just thinking about it was terrifying.

No wonder that power could suppress Zhongli Wu even after he used his sinister methods.

Du Busi took a deep breath, a hint of wariness in his gaze.

Su Yu’s display of strength had now truly caught Du Busi’s attention.

Su Yu was young, but even Du Busi himself had to take him seriously.

Thinking of how he’d previously ordered Long Aotian to deal with Su Yu, Du Busi felt so embarrassed he wanted to cover his face.

With Long Aotian’s strength, how could he compare to Su Yu?

And then there was Hai Bodong, Mu Wu, and Shui Lingguang, who had acted earlier—Du Busi was thoroughly disheartened.

This lineup was far beyond the Body Sect’s.

Hai Bodong was in a league of his own, and Mu Wu, now able to fight Ye Xishui to a standstill as another Ultimate Douluo, was someone Du Busi definitely couldn’t beat.

Shui Lingguang’s soul power level was no lower than his, and she was an ultimate ice phoenix.

Frankly, even he might not win against her.

And now, there was Su Yu.

Du Busi accepted his fate.

It seemed impossible for the Body Sect to ever get revenge on the Ice God Palace.

At least for the next two hundred years—unless Su Yu died—the Ice God Palace would continue to suppress the Body Sect.

Though Du Busi felt some regret, he could accept it.

No choice—they’d been under others’ boots for thousands of years; what’s a few hundred more?

It wasn’t that Du Busi was incompetent, just that his opponents were way too overpowered.

You really couldn’t blame him!

“Is this kid really that monstrous now?”

Jing Hongchen also gasped, his eyes wide.

He knew Su Yu was strong, but not this strong.

Zhongli Wu was dead—just like that?

He remembered how Zhongli Wu had been outmaneuvering him just moments ago, and now, he was utterly gone.

Jing Hongchen was a bit stunned.

Wasn’t this a bit too ridiculous for Su Yu?

Looking at the situation, he didn’t seem to be Su Yu’s match anymore.

How old was Su Yu? Seventeen?

Seventeen and he’d already killed the Holy Spirit Cult’s leader.

Such an achievement...

Even Jing Hongchen, long accustomed to Su Yu’s monstrous talent, had to admit—this kid simply wasn’t human!

“But with Zhongli Wu dead, can Xu Tiannan’s plan still go on?”

Jing Hongchen wondered.

Just as he thought, Xu Tiannan’s face was now ashen.

His expression was filled with disbelief, followed by deep anger and resentment.

Zhongli Wu was dead.

He’d died just like that.

How could he die?

Xu Tiannan didn’t have much power yet, but Zhongli Wu was the key to his earlier plans.

Now that Zhongli Wu was dead, how could the plan proceed?

If the plan failed, wouldn’t he suffer huge losses?

All his previous efforts had been to accomplish something and solidify his position.

Now with such a huge mess, how could he explain himself to the entire court and the royal family?

What made him most anxious was that Su Yu was too strong!

So strong it was like a bone stuck in his throat.

He couldn’t believe Su Yu had killed Zhongli Wu.

But seeing it with his own eyes, he had to accept it.

A deep dread filled Xu Tiannan’s heart.

If Su Yu ever decided to settle scores with him, how could he resist?

Xu Tiannan gripped his wheelchair tightly—even as the Sun Moon Empire’s crown prince, he felt no sense of security.

Though he tried to look calm, deep in his eyes was an irrepressible panic.

No matter how many schemes you have, facing absolute strength, you’re always powerless.

“My son!”

Far away, high in the sky, Ye Xishui, who was fighting Mu Wu, also sensed Zhongli Wu’s demise.

Her eyes turned blood-red, and an insane, violent killing intent erupted.

“You dare kill my son? You’re courting death!”

Ye Xishui was consumed by rage. Zhongli Wu’s death sent her already twisted mind into an endless killing frenzy.

“Ye Xishui, what are you screaming for? Your opponent is me!”

Mu Wu snorted and struck, bringing Ye Xishui back to reality.

“Bastard, get out of my way!”

Ye Xishui’s blood-red hair flew her firepower at max. The clouds around turned crimson, a sea of blood roiling.

“Hmph, you want me gone? You don’t have the strength.”

“Ye Xishui, today I’ll show you my true power.”

Mu Wu blocked her path, standing firm against Ye Xishui’s madness.

Then, a silver and a blue light appeared behind Mu Wu.

The silver one was like a great sun, the blue a crescent moon.

With their appearance, Mu Wu’s aura soared, and the surrounding space formed small vortices, swirling and interlocking.

Each vortex exuded chilling cold, penetrating to the bone.

Space and cold perfectly fused on Mu Wu’s body.

…

Meanwhile…

Long Xiaoyao, who had been calm even after Zhongli Wu’s death, now looked up in deep shock.

“This... this feeling—he pulled it off!”

Long Xiaoyao cried out, staring at the huge silver sun and blue moon in the sky, unable to calm down.

This was the problem that had stumped him, Mu En, and Ye Xishui.

It had stumped countless Ultimate Douluo for generations, and now, someone had solved it.

Long Xiaoyao found it hard to believe.

No wonder!

No wonder Mu Wu could fight Ye Xishui right after his breakthrough—it was because of this.

No!

Long Xiaoyao changed his mind the next moment. At this point, Ye Xishui probably wasn’t Mu Wu’s match anymore.

His expression changed as he wanted to act, but seeing the smiling Hai Bodong nearby, he fell silent.

With Hai Bodong here, he couldn’t do anything.

Long Xiaoyao looked at Hai Bodong and said, “So this is your trump card?”

Hai Bodong smiled, “What, not enough?”

Long Xiaoyao was silent.

Not enough? More like far more than enough.

Even now, he wasn’t sure he could beat Mu Wu.

Though both were Ultimate Douluo, the path to becoming one made a huge difference in strength.

“How did he do it?”

Long Xiaoyao couldn’t help asking.

Mu Wu was a genius, but he didn’t think Mu Wu was stronger than him or Mu En.

If he and Mu En couldn’t do it, how did Mu Wu manage?

“That’s confidential—an Ice God Palace secret. Unless you want to join us, I can’t just tell outsiders.”

Hai Bodong smiled.

He did have some respect for Long Xiaoyao.

Among human soul masters on the continent, only Long Xiaoyao piqued his interest.

The rest were nobodies.

Some lacked solid foundations—like Ye Xishui.

Others relied too much on outside power, like that old guy in Sun Moon Palace.

That old guy wasn’t up to anything good either, but with Hai Bodong standing here, all his schemes had to be shelved.

Dare show yourself? Show yourself and you’ll be killed instantly!

Su Yu had considered the Sun Moon royal family’s reaction—their dealings with the Holy Spirit Cult were no secret.

With Hai Bodong present, no soul engineer from the Imperial Consecration Hall would dare act rashly.

That’s the deterrent of the world’s number one powerhouse.

Hearing Hai Bodong’s words, Long Xiaoyao managed a bitter smile. “Ice Emperor, I’m grateful for your regard, but I won’t abandon Xishui.”

Hai Bodong shook his head, “What a pity. That crazy woman will get you killed eventually.”

He had no respect for Ye Xishui.

Her strength was unremarkable, her mind unstable—what was so good about her? He couldn’t understand.

That woman was doomed today. Mu Wu’s strength was clear—even stronger than half-god Long Xiaoyao.

What could Ye Xishui use to fight Mu Wu?

If Ye Xishui died, this man probably wouldn’t live long either.

At least he was a true hard-practicing powerhouse—a real shame.

“Maybe, but I’m willing. I owe her too much.”

Long Xiaoyao sighed.

Hai Bodong looked odd. “Who owes who, though, is hard to say.”

“What do you mean?”

……

High in the sky, Mu Wu stood bathed in silver sun and blue moonlight, his aura at its peak.

The indescribable pressure snapped Ye Xishui out of her madness for a moment.

“What is this?”

“Sun and moon phenomenon—is this... Yin-Yang dual soul core?”

“How could you possibly achieve Yin-Yang dual soul core?”

Ye Xishui’s voice was shrill, disbelief all over her face.

This was what countless Ultimate Douluo had sought for millennia.

But none had achieved it.

Many strongly believed only a soul beast’s powerful body could reach yin-yang complementarity.

But now, what everyone thought impossible had become reality.

The hardest part for Ye Xishui to accept was that the one who succeeded was Mu Wu.

The blow to her was immense!

“Why couldn’t I achieve it?”

“Ye Xishui, don’t judge me by yourself. Just because you failed doesn’t mean others can’t succeed.”

“The Ice God Palace’s heritage is far beyond your imagination!”

Mu Wu snorted coldly. Achieving yin-yang complementarity was truly hard.

But with Su Yu revealing its secrets and help from immortal herbs, he’d managed it.

Once achieved, he felt reborn—ten times stronger than before.

Though he’d just broken through to Ultimate Douluo, his strength now rivaled or surpassed even seasoned half-gods like Long Xiaoyao.

On the continent, only a handful could threaten him.

Ye Xishui wasn’t one.

“No more words, Ye Xishui. It’s time for you to go—your son is waiting for you on the road to the underworld!”

Mu Wu stopped holding back, unleashing his full power, forcing Ye Xishui into retreat.

Even as Ye Xishui went all out with her Light Phoenix, she couldn’t break the losing streak.

Mu Wu grew stronger as the fight went on, the power of yin-yang complementarity surging.

Pushed to desperation, Ye Xishui started burning vast numbers of resentful spirits and her soul power for a final stand.

At an Ultimate Douluo level, burning soul power wasn’t fatal, as long as the soul core wasn’t damaged.

But heavy injuries were certain.

Countless resentful spirits were sacrificed, raising her aura sky-high.

For a moment, she could clash head-on with Mu Wu.

But borrowed power is never the right way. As time passed, Ye Xishui’s aura began to fade.

“Let’s die together!”

As defeat loomed, Ye Xishui went completely mad.

Her soul power suddenly spun out of control, her body began to swell strangely.

Mu Wu’s pupils shrank—this madwoman wanted to self-destruct.

If an Ultimate Douluo self-destructed, the destruction would be unimaginable.

Even a rank-9 soul tool shell was nothing compared to an Ultimate Douluo’s self-destruction.