Douluo Continent: Starting with Ten Kings of Hell, Shocking Qian Renxue

Chapter 45: Nine Limit Douluos Arrive One by One; Time to Clear the Area! [Please Read On]

boom!!!

Before the words had even finished, a suppressed atmosphere suddenly erupted from all directions!

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the space surrounding Qin Zheng.

A cold wind blew out from the cracks, causing the temperature inside the palace, which was already chilled by the heavy rain, to drop even further.

puff-

In an instant, a pair of hands radiating dark, sinister energy suddenly emerged from the crack and grabbed the Panlong Staff.

"Ridiculous." Qianjun Douluo sneered upon seeing this. "Even without the enhancement of my weapon spirit true body, my eighth soul skill, which I am at the peak of Douluo, is something that even a Grand Elder wouldn't dare say he could withstand without even using his martial spirit..."

His confident words suddenly stopped, and then his eyes widened in surprise!

Because in his eyes, the Panlong Staff, which had been falling towards Qin Zheng with irresistible force, had truly come to a standstill.

Just as those hands were about to fall, they stopped, unable to move!

"How is that possible?!"

Qianjun Douluo, wielding the Panlong Staff, was shocked by this scene. He unleashed all the remaining soul power in his body, wanting to take a step and kill Qin Zheng.

However, it won't work!

His attack came right in front of Qin Zheng, within arm's reach!

Yet this distance was like an insurmountable chasm, causing the Panlong Staff to remain stationary, unable to move forward even a single step.

"Who...who is this person?!"

At that moment, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

Not only were the four Soul Douluo elders and Qian Renxue present shocked by this scene, but even the other three Spirit Hall Title Douluos standing in the sky changed their expressions upon seeing it.

"Oh no! Something's happened!"

"Everyone attack! Kill Qin Zheng!"

"Seventh Soul Skill, Weapon Spirit True Form, Activate!"

The Demon-Slaying Douluo was the first to react, and then immediately activated his seventh soul skill.

However, before he could make a move, the space around him, just like the one next to Qin Zheng, began to shatter, and then a hoarse voice rang out.

"I am here."

"You dare to kill His Majesty in front of me?"

Upon hearing this, the other two Title Douluos, including Demon Subduing Douluo, were shocked. He suppressed his fear and spoke.

"not good!"

"This Qin Zheng has more than one Title Douluo under his command; Guang Ling's perception is wrong!"

"Only by combining our martial spirits could we rescue Qianjun and instantly kill the two titled warriors..."

boom--

However, before he could finish speaking, a hundred-foot-long, jet-black fist filled with a chilling aura appeared out of thin air in front of him.

That aura was terrifying!

Even within the Spirit Hall, Demon-Slaying Douluo, one of the peak Douluo, had a solemn expression and dared not be negligent.

He frantically circulated his soul power, the coiled dragon staff in his hand gleaming, the powerful soul power flowing and releasing rays of dazzling light.

"Smash it!"

The Demon-Slaying Douluo roared and fiercely swung his Dragon-Panning Staff.

The terrifying wind from the stick flowed like mercury, containing unparalleled sharpness, and crashed into the sudden, terrifying black fist.

Rumble!

A tremendous collision occurred, unleashing terrifying soul power that instantly illuminated the entire world, causing everyone to instinctively close their eyes, otherwise the blinding light would have been enough to blind them.

boom!

The next instant, a figure flew backward, blood staining the sky...

It's Demon Slayer Douluo!

His injuries were too severe; his eyes were filled with intense fear, and the dragon-patterned staff in his hand had fallen out of his hand.

In just a brief exchange, even though he was a peak Douluo, it was useless. He was instantly at a disadvantage, seriously injured, and had no choice but to fly backward, coughing up mouthfuls of blood!

"Unfortunately, His Majesty said he wanted to play with you."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to withstand this punch."

In the void, that oppressive, gloomy aura resounded once more.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure appear at the location of the spatial rift.

The man had a short face and a wide mouth, wore a crown and a long robe, and held a scepter in his left hand.

King Chujiang, the Second King of the Underworld!

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot and reappeared in front of the Demon-Slaying Douluo.

"But it doesn't matter, you were the most presumptuous in front of His Majesty before."

"So, you'd better kneel down; His Majesty will find it more pleasing to the eye!"

He reached out with one hand, placed it on the Demon-Slaying Douluo's shoulder, and pressed down hard.

The Yin energy erupted instantly, revealing boundless pressure on the spot.

boom!

The Demon-Slaying Douluo was powerless to resist. His knees buckled, and he knelt down, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

A dignified level 96 peak Douluo knelt down like a dog, without any dignity whatsoever!

At this moment, everyone in the audience was utterly shocked!

【…】

"What terrifying power! A single punch was enough to severely injure the Demon-Slaying Douluo."

"This guy is probably at least level 98!"

"But why have we never seen a peerless Douluo at level ninety-eight?"

Upon hearing the commotion, the two titled Douluo, Porcupine and Serpent Spear, who were standing by and hadn't yet had time to engage in combat, looked extremely serious.

Immediately, they looked at the Thousand-Pound Douluo, whose martial spirit was restrained and who could not move, and then at the Demon-Slaying Douluo, who had been severely injured by a punch, and their eyes flashed with hatred.

"I told them not to come. Qin Zheng poses no danger to the young master, but these two idiots still insisted on coming. Fine, they came, but they're being so arrogant."

"These two guys really screwed me over this time!"

At this moment, neither of them, both titled Douluo, had any will to fight.

Even the formidable level 96 peak Douluo, Jiangmo and Qianjun, were directly defeated.

How can those two level 92 and 93 fighters possibly win?

How about you fight with your head?

"I will not waste my time."

"If you want to fight me, then kneel."

"Or should we just kneel down?"

Suddenly, a sinister voice echoed in the ears of the Serpent Spear and the Porcupine Douluo.

Their scalps tingled, and they stared at the direction. In the next instant, their eyes widened, and they even paused for a moment.

In their eyes, another figure had appeared and moved closer.

This man was much more handsome than King Chujiang, with a fair complexion, wearing a crown with tassels, and sachets hanging from his ears on both sides. He looked at them with a smiling face, but his aura was not weak in the slightest.

Yama, the King of Hell, the Fifth Court of the Underworld!

"Another peerless Douluo at least level 98!?"

"This is the second one!"

【…】

"King Yama, why waste time with them?" At this moment, the man with brows furrowed and hands clasped in front of his chest said, "His Majesty has ordered that we just cripple them."

He paused, his gaze drifting almost imperceptibly outside. "By the way, who's going to deal with that little mouse?"

The little mouse he was referring to was none other than Guangling, who was hiding not far away, ready to launch a sneak attack.

And he is none other than one of the Kings of Hell, in charge of the Three Palaces, the Song Emperor!

"I'll go." Wu Guanwang frowned and glared. He had long hair that reached his ears, wore a square crown, and was dressed in a long robe. He held a rosary in his left hand in front of his knee. He spoke calmly at this moment.

"If I hadn't taken action, I'm afraid you would have wiped me out by now."

The Fourth King of Hell, the Coroner King!

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished instantly, turning into a wisp of cold black mist that drifted away into the rain and fog.

"Fourth place!"

"Four peerless Douluo!!"

Seeing them discussing so casually, as if even the strongest Title Douluo in the Douluo world were nothing more than commodities in a transaction, they didn't take them seriously at all.

Both the Serpent Spear and the Porcupine Douluo, titled Douluo, trembled with excitement.

However, what shocked them was far more than that.

creak-

In the arena, the hands that had been restraining the Thousand-Jin Douluo Martial Soul Panlong Staff suddenly emitted a chilling sound.

"You misspoke, there are more than just four."

"Including myself, there are five!"

Then, the spatial rift receded slightly, revealing a human figure.

The man had raised eyebrows and an open mouth, but he wore a helmet, lead armor, a belt, and leather boots, and his hands were clasped in front of his chest.

King Biancheng, the King of Hell!

As soon as he came out, he looked at the Thousand-Pound Douluo in his hand, which was radiating a blue light and had a terrified look in his eyes, and frowned as he spoke.

"This piece of trash doesn't even deserve to be called a stick!"

"They haven't even reached half the power of the Sea-Stabilizing Needle, yet they dare to act so arrogantly before His Majesty."

"Oh--"

"Smash it for me!"

As he finished speaking, he applied slight pressure to his palm.

crunch--

(End of this chapter)