Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 100 Xia Die's Generation

"Om-!"

An indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted from Long Xiaoyao's center.

The Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul has possessed him.

As the colors shifted from yellow to yellow, purple to purple, black to black, black to black, red to red, the nine spirit rings shone brightly.

His already tall body seemed to grow even taller, and fine, noble black dragon scales appeared on his skin, shimmering with a dark luster.

His hands transformed into ferocious dragon claws, their fingertips emitting a chilling light that could tear through space.

Behind them, an incredibly solid and enormous phantom of a dark holy dragon, seemingly capable of supporting the heavens and earth, suddenly appeared.

The phantom was covered in dragon scales as deep as night.

The dragon's head is majestic, and its enormous eyes are like two black holes, swallowing all the light around it.

The moment the phantom appeared, a visible black shockwave suddenly spread out in a ring.

"Boom--!"

Wherever the shockwave passed, the earth cracked inch by inch like a fragile eggshell, spreading out deep, bottomless ravines.

Several surrounding mountain peaks could not withstand this pressure and began to collapse from the middle of the mountain, with boulders rolling down and dust billowing like a dragon.

Thousands upon thousands of trees were uprooted and swallowed and annihilated in mid-air by the pure dark energy, leaving not even a fragment behind.

The air emitted a bursting sound as if it were about to collapse, and space itself began to distort, revealing fine black cracks.

This is the power of the Limit Douluo; every move he makes can tear through space.

The terrifying shadow-corroding storm of the Dark Prison Demon Owl melted and disintegrated silently the moment it came into contact with the phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon, just like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, failing to harm Long Xiaoyao in the slightest.

A flicker of fear flashed in the pale eyes of the Dark Prison Demon Owl, but its ferocity remained undiminished, and it launched another attack.

Its enormous white eyes suddenly lit up, and two ghastly white beams of light, as thick as water tanks, shot out.

This beam of light was not an energy surge, but rather contained death and resentment. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be "killed," leaving behind a solidified, lifeless, pale trail, and even the air stopped flowing.

This is a terrifying skill that directly attacks the source of life and the soul.

The face of the carefree dragon remained calm and composed. He raised one of his dragon claws and gently grasped the two beams of ghostly death light.

Eighth Soul Skill: Dark Annihilation.

In front of his palm, the space suddenly collapsed, forming a miniature black hole.

Those two beams of Netherworld Death Rays, powerful enough to make even a Super Douluo pale, were swallowed, crushed, and returned to nothingness by the miniature black hole, like mud oxen entering the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

Seeing that its attack was ineffective, the Dark Prison Demon Owl let out a fierce roar, and the dark purple patterns around its body shone brightly. Its massive body seemed to instantly split into thousands of afterimages that were indistinguishable from reality. Each afterimage was like the real body, carrying incomparably sharp dark power, and launched a suicidal attack on Long Xiaoyao from all directions and angles.

Its silhouette filled the sky, its sharp, piercing sound tearing through the air and ripping at our eardrums.

Long Xiaoyao finally moved.

His footwork was mysterious, and his figure flickered like a ghost amidst the barrage of attacks.

Each flash occurred precisely during a gap in the attack, the dark wings, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, always grazing his clothes by the slightest margin.

His movements were elegant and precise, as if he were dancing on the tip of a knife, yet they carried a sense of composure as if he were looking down upon all living beings.

Occasionally, when an attack couldn't be completely avoided, he would simply swing a claw, and his concentrated dark soul power would slice through the afterimages along with the attack like a hot knife through butter. Unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged assault, and instead being toyed with by his opponent, the Dark Prison Demon Owl finally felt a fatal fear.

It let out a defiant shriek, its wings flapped violently, and dark energy surged around it, as if it intended to tear through space and flee thousands of miles away.

"Want to go?"

When Long Xiaoyao spoke for the first time, his voice was calm, yet it carried an imposing authority.

He gently pressed his dragon claw forward into the void.

The silent, dark realm opens.

In just a moment, the entire world seemed to be muted.

The wind stopped, the sound disappeared, and even the light seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible curtain.

Centered on Long Xiaoyao, an absolutely dark and silent spherical domain rapidly expanded, instantly enveloping the Dark Prison Demon Owl, which had already partially merged into the space.

Within this domain, the Dark Prison Demon Owl felt all its connections with the outside world severed, even space itself was completely frozen, and its ability to tear space instantly became ineffective.

It was horrified to find that the dark power it controlled had become incredibly docile within the domain, and had even begun to restrain itself.

It's like a flying insect trapped in amber, struggling desperately, but to no avail.

Long Xiaoyao stretched out his finger, and the ultimate dark soul power condensed at his fingertip.

The next moment, a faint, almost invisible black ray of light traversed space and instantly entered the body of the Dark Prison Demon Owl.

“Ah—!”

The Dark Prison Demon Owl let out a mournful howl that was so shrill it could not be heard.

Its massive body trembled violently, and the boiling dark energy around it dissipated rapidly like a punctured balloon. The pale light in its dual pupils dimmed and became murky and lifeless.

It did not die, but its soul core, meridians, and soul were instantly sealed and severely damaged by an irresistible dark force, completely losing all ability to resist. Like a kite with a broken string, it fell from the sky and crashed heavily onto the ravaged earth, kicking up clouds of dust.

Long Xiaoyao withdrew his Martial Soul Possession, and the phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon dissipated. He remained quietly suspended in mid-air, his silver hair perfectly styled, as if he were not the one who had just transformed the world and suppressed a 100,000-year-old soul beast with a mere gesture.

On the cliff, Fei Yan was too shocked to speak.

She could defeat the Dark Prison Demon Owl, but she couldn't stop this flying-type soul beast from escaping.

Moreover, although the Dark Prison Demon Owl is a dark-type soul beast, it clearly has spatial talent.

If Long Xiaoyao hadn't released his domain, it would have really escaped.

Seeing that Long Xiaoyao had completely suppressed and sealed the ferocious Dark Prison Demon Owl, Fei Yan then took Xia Die and flew down from the distant cliff, landing lightly on the edge of the ravaged battlefield.

With her feet planted on the cracked earth that still retained a pure dark aura, Xia Die did not immediately look at the dying 100,000-year-old soul beast. Instead, she raised her deep purple eyes and looked at the silver-haired figure standing tall and imposing in mid-air.

Her usual cold expression softened slightly, replaced by a hint of respect for her elders, as she spoke:

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Long."

Her voice remained cool and aloof, but the meaning behind it was completely different from how she spoke to others.

As the personal disciple of Death God Douluo Ye Xishui, she holds a very high seniority within the Holy Spirit Sect, being of the same generation as the sect leader Zhong Liwu.

In theory, even Yan Shaozhe, the dean of Shrek Academy, would be a generation younger than her—although Yan Shaozhe himself was completely unaware of this.

(End of this chapter)