Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 503 Long Xiaoyao Admits Defeat! Junior Brother Yuhao, whose name did you actually write?

"not bad."

Know the sea.

Xiong Jun's deep voice carried a rare hint of approval.

"My power should be domineering and fierce; the Creator's vision is indeed unique."

Tianmeng Bingcan glanced at Xiong Jun, who was constantly praising Li Zhexian, and nodded.

It remembered what Li Bai had once told it:
"Opportunities can be given, and strength can be fought for, but one's character must be honed by oneself. If you were to be reborn and gather the power of you ferocious beasts, yet still act hesitantly and timidly... you would be of no use."

And there's that phrase Li Bai often said:

"Youthful spirit is a non-renewable resource. If you don't act wildly when you're young, when will you ever be?"

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm smacked its lips.

"When the Immortal Brother was at level 40, he dared to criticize Bibi Dong, who held a divine position..."

Amidst a chorus of shocked gazes.

Huo Yuhao forcefully broke free from the dragon claw's restraints.

The same moment.

His right arm erupted with unparalleled sharpness, and an ancient bear roar shook the heavens and earth.

His entire right arm suddenly grew longer, hanging down to his knee.

Beneath the flesh and blood, dark gold light surged, as if lava was boiling in the veins.

"Bear King's Right Arm Soul Bone Skill - Sky-Tearing Claw!"

Huo Yuhao raised his hand towards the sky.

The wind and snow suddenly receded.

A massive, dark golden claw, covering an area of ten thousand meters in radius, materialized out of thin air and slowly pressed down on the coiled dark holy dragon.

The claws have not yet arrived.

The void has been torn apart.

It left behind dark traces that lingered for a long time.

"Roar!"

The Sky-Tearing Claw had not yet landed on the dragon's body.

The piercing clang of metal against metal and the painful roar of a dragon had already begun.

Long Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and the eighth soul ring beneath his feet lit up, its scarlet light like a sea of blood pouring out.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Dark Dragon Netherflame Burns the Heavens!"

What would it be like for a level 99 Limit Douluo to unleash a 100,000-year-old soul skill?

This place was plunged into pure blackness, obscuring even the countless stars in the sky.

The dark holy dragon coiled and twisted, transforming into a pitch-black mountain standing in the void.

The dragon's mouth gaped open in fury.

Netherworld dragon flames surged forth from all directions.

Where the flames passed.

Space melts away inch by inch.

The temperature of this flame is terrifying; even a single ember can turn a thousand miles of land into a scorched earth.

The power of this soul skill.

It has already reached the limits of the mortal realm.

The three realms shone brightly as extreme ice and snow clashed fiercely with the Netherworld Dragon Flame.

Chi Chi!

Ice and fire clashed, spewing out a vast sea of mist that blotted out the sky.

Extreme cold and extreme heat annihilated each other, and huge plumes of boiling steam rolled and spread, shrouding this world in chaos.

Extreme ice and snow are not afraid of fire.

Unfortunately, the difference in soul power between the two sides was too great.

not to mention.

What's truly terrifying about this dragon flame isn't the high temperature, but the dark soul power that can even devour light.

Click, click, click!

The continuous cracking sounds echoed through the sky.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly across the surface of the three domains.

The dragon's flames surged into a sea.

It completely swallowed the dark golden giant claw that descended from the sky.

Under the corrosive influence of darkness and heat.

The Sky-Tearing Claw, forged from soul power, began to melt, transforming into wisps of raging dark golden fire that flowed down from the sky.

Long Xiaoyao snorted coldly.

The dark holy dragon beneath his feet suddenly whipped its tail.

The dragon's tail, carrying a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains, lashed fiercely at Huo Yuhao.
boom! ! !
The heaven and earth shook violently.

Huo Yuhao was sent flying backwards, crashing into a mountain peak and sending dust billowing into the sky.

far away.

Just as Moon and the Shrek Seven Devils were about to set off, they suddenly stopped.

In the rolling smoke and dust.

Suddenly, a beam of emerald light burst forth, reaching the heavens and the earth.

The phantom of a jade swan spread its wings, covering the sky, and uttered a long, clear cry, as if calling for the return of spring.

"Sixth Soul Skill - Emerald Rebirth Divine Light!"

Within the emerald green pillar of light.

Huo Yuhao's shattered body slowly rose up.

Under the astonished gazes of Long Xiaoyao and the Shrek Academy members, his body recovered to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his soul power, which had been nearly depleted due to the fierce battle, was once again replenished and surged.

This is precisely the sixth soul skill of the Emerald Swan, Brigitte.

It can restore the body to its peak condition and cleanse all pain.

"That was great, let's do it again!"

Huo Yuhao shook his arms, his left fist and right claw bursting with light.

On his left arm, extreme ice and snow converged with immense power, and the Titan Frostfall Fist was poised to strike.

In his right arm, a sharp edge that could tear apart heaven and earth surged and flowed, while the dark golden light of the Heaven-Tearing Claw pulsed.

however.

Long Xiaoyao did not make another move.

He remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh.

With a flick of his sleeve.

The dark holy dragon slowly dissipated.

The dark ocean of soul power behind them also receded.

Huo Yuhao frowned upon seeing this.

"What does this mean?"

Long Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his voice carrying a complex sense of relief:

"I lost the ten-move agreement."

Even if he wins the fight, it will be more than ten moves.

Admitting defeat at this point would be a clean slate.

This was a satisfactory explanation for both Mu En and Ye Xishui.

The surging soul power around Huo Yuhao gradually subsided.

He looked up at the dark dragon who had dominated an era, and suddenly spoke:

"Senior Long Xiaoyao, today's ten-move agreement is out of consideration for my teacher."

"If we meet again in the future, I will demand retribution for these ten acts of karma from you."

"You mean... you'll defeat me in ten moves?"

"Yes."

As the word fell, the night wind swept by, scattering the remaining clouds and revealing the bright moon behind it.

"Hahahaha!"

Long Xiaoyao's long laugh echoed.

"I am waiting for you."

"It depends on whether you need a year, two years, or even longer."

Say it.

He glanced deeply at Moon, who was flying towards him, then with a flick of his black robe, he turned and left.

A melancholy voice drifted on the wind.

"Moun, I hope this... is not the last time we see each other."

"May we meet again someday."

Mu En turned his gaze away from the distance and patted Huo Yuhao on the shoulder.

"Yuhao, you have surprised your teacher again."

The old man's smile was gentle, yet tinged with emotion.

"To be honest, I sometimes feel ashamed when you call me 'teacher'."

“I haven’t actually taught you anything along the way.”

"Teacher, please don't say that."

Huo Yuhao immediately straightened up.

last life.

Moon gave him too much.

After his death, he gave him a dragon pill, and in times of crisis, his remaining soul used the golden ancient tree to protect him.

Even the opportunity of the Golden Tree in this life was due to Mu En's tacit approval and fulfillment.
"Teacher, rest assured, your disciple will definitely cure you."

Mu En smiled and nodded.

Looking at the boy's unwavering expression, a glimmer of hope quietly arose in his heart, which had long since become indifferent to life and death.

"After this battle, the title of the number one genius on the mainland is probably going to be firmly established."

Yan Shaozhe and the other academy experts spoke with awe.

And this time.

Huo Yuhao looked at Yan Shaozhe, which made the latter feel uneasy.

"Yuhao, what's wrong?"

Huo Yuhao shook his head and smiled.

"fine."

He originally intended to tell Yan Shaozhe about his background.

But then I thought about it.

We should wait until he cures Elder Mu before discussing anything further.