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Amidst the vast, overcast sky, a beam of light swept forth like the splitting of heaven and earth, crushing everything in its path with unstoppable force.

An ice-blue sword light, like a faint spark in the darkness, seemed small at first, but as time passed, it grew into a mighty torrent, exuding an overwhelming, invincible aura.

Long Xiaoyao’s expression became utterly grave; this sword strike had locked onto him completely.

Even if he attempted to escape into space, the sword would still find him. There was simply no way to dodge it.

A glint flashed in his black pupils as Long Xiaoyao’s seventh spirit ring lit up.

True Body of the Dark Holy Dragon.

At the same time, his eighth spirit ring also ignited.

Dark Dragon’s Heaven-shaking Calamity!

Endless black light, deep and somber, gathered under Long Xiaoyao’s control into a massive sphere of darkness.

Facing Su Yu’s aggressive attack, Long Xiaoyao formed hand seals, and then thrust his palms forward with force.

The ice-blue sword light struck directly at the sphere of darkness.

“Boom!”

In that instant, a deafening explosion sounded.

The resulting energy storm shredded the surrounding space into fragments.

Within a hundred miles, chaotic energy poured out wildly, and the terrifying tearing force could obliterate an ordinary Title Douluo in an instant.

“Break!”

Su Yu shouted angrily, and the Ice Spirit Divine Sword blazed with radiance.

Enhanced by the main divine artifact, this sword strike was even more powerful than before.

The sphere of darkness was forcibly split in two, cleaved straight down the middle.

The remaining sword light struck Long Xiaoyao solidly, right before his shocked eyes.

A layer of black light flared on Long Xiaoyao's body, weakening nearly ninety percent of the attack’s force.

Yet, the sword still tore open his chest, blood spurting out.

“Xiaoyao!”

Ye Xishui, who was fighting Sang Muning, saw this scene and was instantly shocked.

Long Xiaoyao was actually wounded?

How could that be possible?

She knew Long Xiaoyao’s strength better than anyone, and he was even stronger than her.

How could he be hurt by Su Yu?

“You still have the mind to worry about others?”

Sang Muning’s icy voice sounded, delivering a harsh blow to Ye Xishui.

Ye Xishui staggered and could only focus all her attention on her battle with Sang Muning.

Long Xiaoyao glanced down at his bleeding chest, lingering shock still on his face.

“It seems I still underestimated you, Su Yu. Your progress is truly remarkable.”

Even he could not fully block Su Yu’s sword just now.

He had to admit, Su Yu now posed a truly fatal threat to him.

This young man had really grown and could no longer be underestimated.

“You’ve improved as well, to be able to withstand my Ice God Sword Technique. But it’s a pity—all your power didn’t come through proper means.”

“Long Xiaoyao, you willingly tread a path of depravity, harming innocent lives. Don’t you feel any shame?”

Su Yu spoke coldly.

Even with ninety percent of his strength weakened, Long Xiaoyao could still endure Su Yu’s full-force sword in an ascended state—proving just how formidable Long Xiaoyao was.

Currently, Long Xiaoyao was nearly on par with Mu Wu.

If not for the Dragon God Seal suppressing most of Long Xiaoyao’s power, Su Yu would have a hard time facing such an opponent with his current strength.

If he wanted to truly contend with a quasi-god, he might have to wait until he became a Title Douluo.

His cultivation remained the greatest limitation to his strength.

“There’s no point discussing this now. I owe Xishui too much. For her, even hell itself would be worth it.”

Long Xiaoyao spoke solemnly.

“Stubborn fool. Since our words don’t align, there’s nothing more to say.”

“Long Xiaoyao, face your end!”

Su Yu gripped his sword with both hands, white light swirling around him, blazing upwards like fire.

In the next moment, the second-ranked spirit ring on Su Yu’s body suddenly shattered.

The power from the shattering of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring poured into the Ice Spirit Divine Sword, which immediately radiated dazzling brilliance.

Su Yu gripped the divine sword and slashed down fiercely.

This strike tore through the heavens, carrying the power to annihilate all things.

Undoubtedly, empowered by a shattered ring, this sword was even mightier than the last.

Long Xiaoyao dared not take it lightly, defending with full force!

But with a single strike, he was knocked back a kilometer, both hands bleeding.

“Bang!”

The fourth spirit ring exploded.

Baptism of Ice!

Ice-blue sword light, imbued with ultimate chill, swept across the sky.

Long Xiaoyao’s body became encrusted with white frost as he was forced back another kilometer.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

The fifth, sixth, and seventh spirit rings exploded simultaneously.

Three ferocious beast-level spirit rings detonated at once—an unimaginably terrifying power.

The outpouring of this violently destructive energy at once made even Long Xiaoyao’s expression change drastically.

Ninth Spirit Skill: Black Dragon Devours the Heavens!

A massive Dark Holy Dragon circled the sky, its dark power howling across the world.

Yet beneath the sword light, the huge black dragon was sliced apart.

The invincible sword energy swept forward, cleaving space in two, and crashed down before Long Xiaoyao’s shocked gaze.

Accompanied by an earth-shattering wave of energy, a figure fell from the sky like a kite with its string cut.

Long Xiaoyao’s chest was nearly severed, a massive sword wound stretching from his left shoulder to his right waist.

One could even clearly see his still-beating organs, blood gushing like a fountain.

Undoubtedly, this sword had utterly devastated Long Xiaoyao.

“This... how is this possible?”

Xu Tiannan’s face was ashen; he could not believe his eyes for a long time.

This was Long Xiaoyao—and he had actually lost to Su Yu.

High above, Su Yu’s body trembled, his face pale as paper.

Such a powerful outburst could not come without a price.

Three ferocious beast-level spirit rings had exploded at once—half a year ago, this would have destroyed Su Yu’s foundation on the spot.

The impact was immense—so immense that even an Ultimate Douluo’s body could barely withstand it.

After all, Su Yu’s spirit rings were of the highest quality.

The weakest among them was from the Ice Bear King.

The seventh spirit ring, the highest quality, was over 500,000 years old.

There was also the Ice Emperor’s ring, which was over 400,000 years old.

It was only because Su Yu had absorbed two god-level spirit bones that he could manage this.

His body, already halfway into the divine realm, gave him the capital for such a desperate struggle.

The Supreme Divine Technique operated rapidly, and the Golden Essence of Life continually replenished his vitality.

The deficit from Su Yu’s explosive burst was greatly restored.

At that moment, Jing Hongchen’s anxious voice suddenly rang in his ears.

“Su Yu, be careful!”

Jing Hongchen’s voice was more anxious than ever, almost cracking from nervousness.

Su Yu turned quickly, seeing dozens of black dots trailing fiery tails coming at high speed.

Looking closer, they were not mere black dots, but dozens of fixed-installed soul-guided cannon shells.

Moreover, they were all top-grade, Level Nine soul-guided shells.

“Die! All of you, die for me!”

Xu Tiannan roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot.

Long Xiaoyao’s defeat was the last straw crushing his reason.

This meant that the plan to kill Su Yu by normal means had completely failed.

If Su Yu was not killed today, what awaited Xu Tiannan would be a nightmarish fate.

To eliminate this deadly threat once and for all, Xu Tiannan had gone completely mad.

He cared nothing for the consequences, deploying a massive number of Level Nine soul-guided shells.

A single Level Nine shell was equivalent to a full-powered strike from an Ultimate Douluo.

Yet at this moment, dozens of such shells soared into the sky at once.

It was clear how deep Xu Tiannan’s killing intent for Su Yu ran.

“Courting death!”

Su Yu’s expression turned completely cold.

He had not wanted to stoop to the level of such a clown but had not expected him to become so deranged.

Once these dozens of shells fell, whether they themselves would survive was unknown.

But one thing was certain: countless civilians of Mingdu would die.

To use such a weapon of mass destruction in his own capital—Xu Tiannan truly was a madman.

“You want to kill me?”

“Do you have the ability?”

“Today, let me show you reality. If you’re an ant today, you’ll be an ant for life!”

An Ultimate Douluo was already a god among men.

A quasi-god was the ultimate of the ultimate, almost invincible.

Dozens of Level Nine shells were indeed capable of world-ending devastation, enough in the original story to kill both Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui at once.

But to kill a quasi-god? That was still far from enough.

At this moment, Su Yu was no longer the ordinary demigod he once was.

The first spirit ring on his body shattered under his icy gaze.

Silver light shone all over Su Yu as he faced the incoming shells, clenching his fist.

“Stop!”

The Soul Bone of the Space Holy Dragon unleashed its true divine might at that moment.

Enhanced by the power of the shattered ring, Su Yu pushed the power of space to the extreme.

Dozens of Level Nine soul-guided shells, filled with destructive power, all froze in mid-air.

“That’s impossible!”

In the distance, Xu Tiannan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

How could this be?

“Returning the favor is only proper. Here, take them back!”

Su Yu clenched his hand, activating the spatial transference skill.

Under his control, the dozens of shells turned and blasted straight towards Xu Tiannan and the Sun-Moon Imperial Palace.

Xu Tiannan’s face turned deathly pale. He shouted desperately, “Protect me! Guards, protect me!”

He sped his wheelchair so fast it nearly smoked.

Yet he could not escape the approaching shells.

“Royal Soul Engineer Legion, protect me!”

Xu Tiannan screamed wildly. The Soul Engineers of the Royal Legion flashed a look of grim resolve, activating a linked shield to stand in front of him.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

…

A series of earth-shattering explosions thundered out as if the god of thunder was enraged.

Mushroom clouds rose one after another, terrifying shockwaves sweeping through everything.

“Hiss!”

Jing Hongchen sucked in a cold breath, unable to calm down for a long time.

All he could see was dust; the Sun-Moon Imperial Palace today was filled with familiar faces.

“A ruthless one!”

Jing Hongchen couldn’t help but sigh, shivering as he looked at Su Yu.

Xu Tiannan was ruthless enough, but Su Yu was no less so.

Returning the favor in such a way was downright terrifying.

Just as Jing Hongchen was still sighing, Su Yu spat out a mouthful of blood.

The explosion of three ferocious beast-level spirit rings had already burdened him greatly.

Now, the first spirit ring had exploded as well.

One must know, this first ring was Su Yu’s origin ring.

As his physique strengthened, the age of his first ring had also increased.

By now, the first ring was the highest-aged ring on Su Yu’s body—nine hundred thousand years.

If not for such an aged ring shattering, how could he so easily control dozens of Level Nine shells?

Although this move had made Su Yu famous, the price was steep.

Though his foundation was unharmed, he was nonetheless seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced for a time.

“Su Yu, are you alright?”

Jing Hongchen was startled, rushing to Su Yu’s side to support him.

Su Yu shook his head, looking up at the sky. By now, Sang Muning and Ye Xishui had also finished their battle.

Ye Xishui fell to the ground like a cannonball, smashing a massive pit.

“Swish!”

Space trembled, and Hai Bodong appeared before Su Yu.

Seeing Su Yu’s weakened aura, he frowned deeply.

“There’s no need to linger. Let’s go!”

Su Yu managed to say before losing consciousness.

Hai Bodong glanced warily at the sky, then disappeared with Sang Muning, Jing Hongchen, and the others.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough!”

Not long after Su Yu and his group left, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao appeared in the sky.

They both looked extremely battered.

One had lost to Su Yu, the other to Sang Muning.

The taste of defeat was bitter once more.

“Xishui, are you alright?”

Long Xiaoyao struggled to ask, ignoring his own wounds, his first concern being Ye Xishui.

“So hateful, so hateful!”

Ye Xishui’s hair was disheveled, her face twisted like a demon.

After all her scheming, she had still lost so badly this time.

How could she accept it?

“Ice God Palace, one day I will make you pay!”

This was the third time.

This was her third time suffering at the hands of the Ice God Palace.

Proud by nature, Ye Xishui was deeply ashamed.

Long Xiaoyao opened his mouth to comfort her but didn’t know what to say.

He coughed, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, “It seems the Sun-Moon Royal Family is doomed this time.”

They had witnessed everything in the battle.

Xu Tiannan’s desperate gamble to kill Su Yu had backfired spectacularly.

With dozens of Level Nine shells bombarding the palace, there might not be a fly left alive inside.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough!”

Long Xiaoyao had barely finished speaking when a series of coughs sounded in the air.

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao looked up to see an old figure appear, holding another person.

That person’s face was deathly pale, eyes cold and sinister, expression twisted—it could only be Xu Tiannan.

“Xu Tiannan, you little bastard, you’re really hard to kill, aren’t you?”

Ye Xishui mocked, glancing aside with a sneer, “You old thing, I almost thought you would really keep sitting there forever.”