The seven-foot-tall Ji Mingfeng was clad in a white, skintight warrior uniform. Her silver-white hair flowed in the wind, and a small silver horn on her forehead radiated an ineffable, sacred aura. Possessing the strength of a Void Saint, she unleashed her specialized Soul Domain: the Judgment Soul Domain!
The Judgment Soul Domain! All who entered were interrogated at the most vulnerable point of their hearts. Every strike they delivered would be immediately questioned, forcing them to doubt their actions and frantically seek remedies for perceived weaknesses.
And all of this feedback was transmitted directly to the mind of the wielder of the Judgment Soul Domain, granting her complete mastery over the opponent's every move, achieving a state of near invincibility.
Saint Ascension! Another Saint Ascension!
The spectators realized this year’s Rookie King Tournament was vastly different from previous ones. Usually, the group stages rarely saw contestants revealing Saint-level power. Yet, from the very first battle, Qian Jin’s True Saint strength emerged, casting an invisible pressure upon all warriors, leading to nearly every fight showcasing their ultimate abilities.
Ji Mingfeng stared intently at Wuming, but Wuming only kept his gaze fixed on Qian Jin below the stage, refusing to spare even a glance for the powerful Unicorn Bloodline warrior, Ji Mingfeng.
A flicker of curiosity and confusion sparked in Ji Mingfeng’s calm pupils. Her Judgment Soul Domain had completely enveloped her opponent, yet she couldn't sense even the slightest ripple of thought from him. Was his heart forged from ice and iron? Even so, his combat thought patterns should have been transmitted.
“Battle! Begin!”
The referee’s voice was still hanging in the air when Wuming strode forward, closing the distance to Ji Mingfeng in a single, bold step. That single movement completely annihilated the space between them, manifesting an approach so fast it was almost instantaneous teleportation right before her!
This was it! The peak realm of the Freedom Battle Skill—Freedom!
Qian Jin instinctively clenched his hand into a fist, watching Wuming stride forward unrestrained, as if not even the stars could impede his path. This way of moving, where time and space offered no restraint, was truly the highest echelon of the Battle Skill Freedom!
And this pinnacle of a Battle Skill… Qian Jin knew well that neither he nor his close friends had truly mastered it to its ultimate peak.
The Wuming before him not only wielded Wind and Cloud Dou Qi to simulate various Bloodline Battle Skills but could also easily deploy Freedom, a special Battle Skill only known within Qian Jin’s inner circle. Moreover, his movement showed no impediment; not even the light rays of distant stars could bind him, let alone a mere Soul Domain ability.
Wuming continued walking, taking another step… Behind his back stood Ji Mingfeng, the Unicorn Bloodline warrior at the Void Saint level. Having suddenly unleashed her full strength, she suddenly coughed up a spray of blood, her right knee collapsing stiffly onto the ground. Her Void Saint power vanished in an instant.
Defeated! With just one pass, many spectators hadn't even clearly seen how Wuming had struck. Ji Mingfeng, the Saint Ascension-level Unicorn Bloodline warrior, was vanquished! Defeated by Wuming, a warrior who appeared to be ordinary but whose origins were deeply mysterious.
“What swift and clean execution,” Duan Feng Buer clicked his tongue repeatedly. “Instantly boosting his power to Saint level, striking down his opponent in one blow, and then reverting to his normal state of power.”
“What’s more terrifying,” Mu Ne Zhence said, a bead of cold sweat forming on his brow, “is his Freedom... How does he know Freedom? And his Freedom is far superior to ours.”
Pan Hongji and Li Ba looked towards Qian Jin with equal confusion. What was happening? This Freedom Battle Skill was something they had only recently learned. Compared to this young man, their Freedom techniques felt clumsy and impure. How could his skill be more refined than yours, Qian Jin?
Everyone looked at Qian Jin, only to find that the man who taught them the Freedom Battle Skill wore an expression of identical confusion and helplessness.
The two hundred thousand spectators stared blankly at Wuming on the stage. This suddenly appearing young warrior was overwhelmingly powerful. They had assumed he was merely strong in an ordinary way, but facing the Saint Ascension Unicorn Bloodline warrior, he concluded the battle in a single exchange!
Many people shifted their gaze to Qian Jin. It seemed the strongest warrior of this Rookie King Tournament had truly encountered his match.
Qian Jin rose and walked towards the stage, intending to directly question Wuming about the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi and his other Battle Skills. While warriors held secrets, some things could be discussed if one took a liking to the other party.
“Want to ask me questions? Beat me first.” Wuming met the approaching Qian Jin, casually dropping a sentence dripping with confidence and challenge, then gracefully leaped off the stage, walking alone toward the arena exit.
No friends, no team, Wuming walked out by himself, leaving people deeply puzzled. Where had this young man appeared from? His entire being was shrouded in enigma.
Qian Jin smiled and didn't pursue him. If he needed to be beaten first, then they would settle it when they met again in the tournament ring. His only concern was that Wuming might be crushed by someone else before that day arrived; that would be problematic.
“I! Am not dead!”
Qian Wuqing’s distinct, icy voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire Battle Arena. A new Qian Wuqing, identical to the previous one—not a single discernible difference—walked out from the warrior passage!
If there was any difference, it was that this Qian Wuqing’s strength had reached the Dou Soul realm, though he was clearly still only a first-grade specimen.
“The reason I haven't truly appeared is because I knew some people were jealous of my strength and intended to ambush and kill me,” Qian Wuqing strode onto the stage like a returning king, surveying the crowd. “The me you see now, like the one who appeared before, is merely one of my Dou Bodies—what is rumored to be my Second Dou Body! Last night, I suffered a severe ambush, and this morning I heard that all the warriors in my group, save for me, had been killed! I knew if I showed up here today, I would also be slain.”
Mu Ne Zhence frowned. “This Qian Wuqing is harder to deal with than imagined!”
“On the day the Top Sixteen battles commence, I will appear in person! Until then, I hope the assembly will seriously consider my personal safety and allow me to refrain from appearing in the ring.”
Baolong Zhence’s face showed displeasure. Making such a declaration publicly was tantamount to suggesting that the Zhence Dynasty’s security arrangements were lacking—unable to guarantee the safety of even a single participant?
“Your Majesty, please allow me to ensure my own safety,” Qian Wuqing looked toward Baolong Zhence on the presiding platform. “There are far too many people now who wish me dead. Some are even willing to sacrifice their reputation to help others accomplish the task of killing me.”
Li Ba and Pan Hongji exchanged wry smiles. Who would have thought that a bloodline warrior of ordinary aptitude from the Qian family would become so powerful, and his mind so calculating?
Duan Feng Buer pursed his lips. “This brat… is truly cunning. To have summoned so many decoys, and now openly claiming this to be the Second Dou Body—that will only fool those unfamiliar with the intricacies. Anyone who truly understands knows how incredibly difficult it is to cultivate a Second Dou Body, and how immense the power is once completed.”
Qian Jin sighed. The difficulty of the Second Dou Body was far greater than anticipated. At least with his current strength, he couldn't achieve it; it required not only Dou Qi but also a powerful magical beast and assistance from various alchemical arts.
“Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor, for granting me this opportunity.” Qian Wuqing bowed deeply, then stood up and gave Qian Jin a cold, faint sneer. “Then, I shall depart now…”
“Trying to leave?” Mu Ne Zhence leaped forward again, plunging toward Qian Wuqing. His peak Void Saint strength instantly suppressed Qian Wuqing’s supposed Second Dou Body, and a single palm strike turned the apparition into a pulp once more. “You sneaked in an assassination attempt against this prince last night, and now you don’t dare show your real self! Putting on a show with this so-called Second Dou Body? You send one, I kill one!”
Two hundred thousand people stared dumbfounded at Mu Ne Zhence. This usually smiling prince displayed an unusually heavy bloodlust today!
After a moment of confusion, a large portion of the crowd broke into smiles. If this Sixth Prince became Emperor, perhaps the Demon Race would face immense pressure. The current Emperor’s style was somewhat soft; he hadn't launched a major war to discipline those demon whelps in a long time!
A minority of the audience showed concern. Would the next Emperor be the Sixth Prince? Such a tyrannical style, if he took the throne, would surely lead to an open war with the Demon Race, and it would be the common people who suffered. For the sake of so-called national glory, countless ordinary lives would be lost.
The Rookie King Tournament, almost every round, offered numerous highlights. Even after Qian Jin’s dazzling opening match that nearly blinded the audience, many spectacular moments still unfolded.
And… the unimaginable dark horses!
Before the competition began, who would have guessed that besides Qian Jin and Fen Tu Kuangge, an ordinary warrior named Wuming would emerge with momentum rivaling the glory of Qian Jin’s first battle?
Aside from Wuming, Fen Tu Kuangge’s performance also earned universal praise. As an ordinary warrior, he managed, through continuous battles, to secure a spot among the Top Sixteen Rookies, just like Wuming.
The Top Sixteen! But when the sixteen slots were finalized after fifteen days of fierce group stage battles, everyone was astonished to realize how fundamentally different this Rookie King Tournament was from the previous ones.
In the past, let alone the Top Sixteen, even reaching the Top Hundred, one would struggle to find an ordinary warrior. It usually devolved into a game among bloodline warriors themselves, often including older bloodline fighters vying for the Rookie King title.
This year, many older contestants participated, but nearly all of them were swept out of the Top Sixteen by a wave of younger talent.
The most surprising revelation was that there were three non-bloodline warriors among the Top Sixteen: Qian Jin, Wuming, and Fen Tu Kuangge!
Three ordinary warriors in the final sixteen, and every one of them a major contender for the championship.
Beyond the presence of these three ordinary warriors, other developments were equally shocking. In previous years, reaching the Top Sixteen usually meant it was a contest among the Ten Great Bloodline Warriors and the Three Great Bloodline Warriors.
Often, the Three Great Ultimate Bloodline Warrior families would secure two or even three spots. The Ten Great Bloodline Warrior families had to fight tooth and nail just to have one lucky member break into the top sixteen.
Yet, today!
The Qian Family’s Elf King bloodline warriors only had Qian Wuxingchen advance to the Top Sixteen; all other Qian Family Elf King descendants were defeated in the preliminaries.
This outcome, aside from lamenting the bad luck of the Elf King bloodline family, left little else to say. Many of their promising youths encountered the young generation of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline, or the Pseudo-Dragon bloodline, or the Three-Headed Golden Dragon clan.
This Rookie King Tournament, besides Qian Jin and the others, shone brightest due to the warriors from these three clans.
The Rookie King Tournament served not only to test the strongest of the younger generation but also to compare the overall strength of each family’s youth corps.
In this year’s tournament, everyone who watched the matches understood that the number of geniuses from the Pseudo-Dragon, Nine-Headed Serpent, and Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodlines couldn't merely be described as an explosion; it was a magnificent volcanic eruption.
Although almost none of them had reached the Saint Ascension stage, their inherent strength remained overwhelmingly formidable—each one a powerhouse second only to those at Saint Ascension. Among them, Pan Mengcheng of the Nine-Headed Serpent family was another pleasant surprise, following Duan Feng Buer and Pan Mengshen!
At the moment his bloodline power was about to awaken, Qian Jin gifted him a Sacred Artifact! Pan Mengcheng utilized the artifact to ascend to Saint level, immediately followed by his bloodline power fully awakening, twice pushing him directly to the True Saint stage.
Relying on artifact-assisted Saint Ascension and bloodline awakening, Pan Mengcheng, who was initially predicted to only place within the top hundred bloodline warriors, miraculously fought his way into the Top Sixteen.
Duan Feng Buer, Pan Mengshen, Pan Mengcheng! The Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warriors claimed three of the sixteen spots in the Rookie King Top Sixteen!
Pan Hongji looked at the list of the Top Sixteen and couldn't stop smiling for half an hour, eliciting only envy and jealousy from Li Ba’s eyes. Pan Hongji’s generation had already made the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline exceptionally prosperous, and it seemed the next generation had not only maintained that vigor but amplified it!
“Elder Li, your Three-Headed Golden Dragon family is doing quite well too. You’ve secured many more spots in the Top Thirty than the previous tournament.”
Li Ba felt even more depressed hearing Pan Hongji’s consolation. He glanced at the triumphant Serpent Emperor. “Your Pan family only got two spots in the Top Sixteen. Buer hasn't returned to your Pan family yet.”
“He’s still a warrior of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline,” Pan Hongji dismissed the argument with Li Ba. “I say, we’re in the Top Sixteen! The three most favored warriors from the Three Great Ultimate Bloodlines are only at the True Saint level right now. Forget Ultimate Awakening; not even a single Extreme Awakening has appeared today.”
Li Ba sighed, holding his hand to his chin. According to the records of previous Rookie King Tournaments, the overall strength of this Top Sixteen was undoubtedly the highest ever. But…
In past Rookie King competitions, once the era of Ultimate Awakening arrived, someone invariably achieved it during the tournament.
Now? Li Ba wondered why the favored descendants of the Three Great Ultimate Bloodlines hadn't even managed an Extreme Awakening, let alone an Ultimate one. Was the pressure from Qian Jin too intense?
In fifteen days, Qian Jin had only acted a handful of times, each time eliminating his opponent with a mere flick of his thumb. The aura of invincibility surrounding him grew stronger.
Furthermore, due to the seal, Li Ba could clearly sense the terrifying potential Qian Jin had cultivated through days of high-intensity, demanding training. If that seal were to be broken, Qian Jin might be able to fight Qian Zhanxuan on equal footing without needing to shatter any Battle Skills, unlike the previous instance where he fought for only a minute before collapsing.
“Elder Li, I’ve decided to attempt a breakthrough tonight,” Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji said with a slight smile to Li Ba, uttering a phrase many couldn't quite grasp.
“You’re going to attempt it?” Li Ba frowned. “I’m older than you; it wouldn't look good if you achieved it before me. If you fail the attempt, it’s fine, but if you succeed, where will I leave my old face?”
Pan Hongji smiled but did not answer. Fifteen days of observation, fifteen days under the seal, fifteen days of adjustment, and fifteen days of rigorous training—the desire to attempt the Ultimate Awakening had become like a boiling volcano, the intense impulse impossible to suppress any longer.
Success or failure, he had to try. Pan Hongji refused to wait any longer; his spirit and body were tuned to their peak. Further delay might breed hesitation, which would become an obstacle to achieving the Ultimate Awakening.
“Qian Jin, what chances do you think I have?” Pan Hongji asked with a smile, looking at Qian Jin as he emerged from the gravity magic device. Qian Jin was drenched in sweat, looking as if he’d just been pulled from a lake.
The Rookie King title? Qian Jin smiled faintly, sitting on a stone stool and gazing at the sky. His goal remained the Qian Family; that had never changed! He would take the Rookie King title, defeat Qian Zhanxuan in the arena, force the Qian Family in Qian Province to hand over his father! And then… transform into the rushing torrent of the Flying Mirror, travel to the Demon Race territory to complete his marriage rites with Xi Fa Liushui!
“The chances are not high…” Qian Jin pondered for a few seconds before shaking his head gently at Pan Hongji. “Perhaps less than two chances out of ten.”
“Less than two in ten?” Pan Hongji laughed. “Good, good. That’s better than I thought. I actually felt I might not even have a one-in-ten chance myself.”
Qian Jin looked at Pan Hongji in surprise, then said calmly, “Actually, I thought the same thing…”
Pan Hongji burst into hearty laughter, the sound tinged with a bit of self-mockery. “You brat, you’re too honest. You clearly don’t know how to offer comfort.”
Qian Jin took a massive Dou Crystal from Li Ba’s hand, resting one hand on it to absorb the Dou Energy. The fifteen days of exhaustive, consumption-based training required him to completely deplete his Dou Qi over a dozen times daily. Without the support of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon and Nine-Headed Serpent families’ Dou Crystals, their rapid power increase would have been impossible.
As Qian Jin absorbed the energy, the Dou Crystal quickly dimmed. Li Ba asked with a smile, “What about me?”
“Your chances…” “...might not even be half of the Serpent Emperor’s.”
Li Ba nodded slowly. Although aided by mysterious elixirs and the seal, the Ultimate Awakening was a profound event, and no one had a hundred percent certainty of success.
“I’m exhausted…” Duan Feng Buer plopped directly onto the ground beside Pan Hongji’s stone stool, taking a massive Dou Crystal from the Serpent Emperor and ravenously devouring its energy.
Soon after, the young warriors returning from the gravity magic devices were all doing much the same as Duan Feng Buer.
“Uncle Serpent Emperor, with organizations as powerful as yours, you haven't tracked down that brat Qian Wuqing?”
Duan Feng Buer lay flat in an 'X' shape, hugging the large Dou Crystal to his chest, greedily sucking in the energy while refusing to stop talking.
Pan Hongji frowned. “We haven’t found him. He’s vanished as if into thin air.”
“That’s the nature of the Undead,” Li Ba sighed. “If all the Undead were this powerful…”
“How could that be…” Duan Feng Buer adjusted his prone position. “When we found them in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea, they also had defined power tiers.”
“I know that,” Li Ba smiled at Duan Feng Buer. “I knew about the Undead earlier than you all.”
Duan Feng Buer shrugged and stopped arguing, changing the subject. “The Top Sixteen starts tomorrow, so be careful everyone. If you face me, I won’t hold back!”
Lei Long Li silently clenched his fist. Having reached the Top Sixteen, he was still only at peak True Saint. How could he challenge Qian Jin in this state?
“You better make sure you don’t lose first, and can make it to us,” Fen Tu Kuangge was bluntly dismissive. “How can one Dou Soul possibly defeat two Dou Souls?”
“I’m a bloodline warrior, damn it!” Duan Feng Buer yelled back indignantly.
Chet Frit, who had been silent until now, spoke up upon hearing Duan Feng Buer’s outburst. “Qian Jin has already beaten countless bloodline warriors.”
"Tch!" Duan Feng'er snorted dismissively. "There's always going to be a fight between me and my comrades. It looks like the outcome will be decided at the Rookie King Tournament."
"You only deserve to be beaten." While Chekford was usually kind to others, his words toward Duan Feng'er were the sharpest poison; this constant goading always made Duan Feng'er eager to clash with the demonic warrior of the Fallen Angel bloodline.
But the strange thing was... among the young warriors present, apart from Qian Jin, Chekford was the only one whose bloodline power had reached the True Saint level!
Ever since absorbing the Heart of Lucifer, after Chekford's Bloodline Battle Form mutated to possess three pairs of wings, his rate of strength increase had been astonishingly fast. Everyone noticed that even if 'Handsome Che' slept and woke up without practicing his Dou Qi at all, his strength would still be far greater than the day before.
It was as if... as he absorbed the essence of the Heart of Lucifer, all the barriers hindering the awakening of his bloodline power within his body had shattered, allowing him to freely and effortlessly elevate his strength.
"When my Heavenly Extremity Awakes, I'll surely pluck off your angel feathers."
"You won't get the chance."
Pan Hongji and Li Ba exchanged a knowing smile, seeing the envy in each other's eyes—envy for the joy these young people shared together.
"Qian Jin," Duan Feng'er asked curiously, "who do you most want to fight in the Rookie King Ring? I noticed your enthusiasm for Qian Wuxingchen isn't as high as it was for Qian Wushuang back in the day. Forget Qian Zhanxuan; among us here, who do you most want to cross swords with?"
Biluo also looked at Qian Jin with great curiosity. As the sole mage among the top sixteen, she also wanted to know who Qian Jin's most desired opponent was.
"The one I most want to fight?" Qian Jin frowned seriously. "Hmm... is it all of you?"
"All of us? What do you mean?" Duan Feng'er froze, then jumped up in shock. "Damn! Comrade, are you saying that if you step onto the stage, the thing you most want to do is take on the other fifteen all by yourself?"
The other exhausted young warriors instantly perked up, sitting straighter and anxiously watching Qian Jin, awaiting his answer.
Qian Jin raised his hand and tapped his index finger against the tip of his nose several times, stating with utmost seriousness, "Yes, that's exactly what I think."
One against fifteen...
The teacup in Pan Hongji's hand instantly crushed to powder. He stared blankly at Qian Jin. This kid had never played by the rules since the Rookie King Tournament began... "Qian Jin looked helplessly at the others. "Among the younger generation, I can't find an opponent who can engage me in a one-on-one battle."
The complexions of the young warriors present simultaneously darkened; those words were truly demoralizing! After all, they were all striving hard on the Rookie King Tournament rings right now.
"Perhaps..." Qian Jin's gaze shifted to Lei Long Li. "I really want to see how powerful the Heavenly Extremity Awakening of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon is. It would be even better if it reached the Ultimate Awakening."
Lei Long Li took a deep breath, suddenly feeling the blood surging violently within his body. Just a single sentence from Qian Jin seemed to ignite something within him—a precursor sign before the awakening of bloodline power. While it might not awaken immediately, at least a catalyst had been found, a chance that could bloom at any moment.
"Don't worry, I will let you see it."
"Comrade, you can't look down on people like that!" Duan Feng'er protested loudly. "I'm also a bloodline warrior who could step into the Heavenly Extremity Awakening at any time, okay?"
Qian Jin looked at Duan Feng'er, then at Lei Long Li. "I look forward to fighting the two of you."
Duan Feng'er whispered tentatively, "One-on-one? Or...?"
"Together," Qian Jin concluded, causing Lei Long Li's eyebrows to furrow tightly. The Heavenly Extremity Awakening was the crucial point for bloodline warriors to determine superiority through their lineage power. The awakening of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline was not the Heavenly Extremity Awakening of ordinary bloodline warriors.
"I'm going to awaken my Heavenly Extremity Awakening!" Duan Feng'er snatched a few Dou Crystals from Pan Hongji and turned back toward the Gravity Magic Trainer. Qian Jin's words sent the group of very weary young warriors back to the Gravity Magic Trainer for arduous practice.
Chekford watched Qian Jin quietly. "I really want to have a battle with you."
"After the Rookie King Tournament ends," Qian Jin looked calmly at Chekford. "Among the young generation, you are the only one who can truly face me one-on-one. Your growth rate is too terrifying. It's just a pity that your Fallen Angel Battle Form is inconvenient to reveal in the True Decree Dynasty."
Chekford nodded calmly. "We'll try when there's a chance."
Pan Hongji nudged Li Ba with his elbow and whispered, "This kid... could he be the Ultimate Awakening choice for the contemporary Fallen Angel Demonic Warrior?"
Li Ba smiled. "If so, the Demon Race is at a disadvantage! We have four, and they only have two! It looks like we might actually overthrow the Demon Race this time!"
"Perhaps this generation has two Ultimate Awakened Fallen Angel Demonic Warriors..." Qian Jin looked at Pan Hongji, "Maybe even three?"
"Two? Three? Breaking tradition? No way?" Pan Hongji frowned. "Is the Heart of Lucifer really that powerful?"
"Just look at Handsome Che, isn't that proof enough?"
Pan Hongji gently rubbed his forehead. If that were true, the coming war would likely cause even greater devastation.
"Enough, stop thinking about it!" Li Ba stood up, clapped Pan Hongji on the shoulder. "If we achieve the Ultimate Awakening of our bloodline power before them! If we seize the opportunity! Wouldn't that solve it?"
"That makes sense! Let's go! Time to scram!" Pan Hongji decisively stood up and strode toward his quarters without looking back.
Qian Jin could sense that at this moment, the inner resolve of the two powerhouses to strive for the Ultimate Awakening had been completely forged.
Chapter Three: The Heavenly Extremity Awakening
Nights without the moon are usually overcast and cloudy.
Tonight, the sky above Shen Du City was also obscured by clouds, preventing the moon from ascending and illuminating the earth, plunging the city into an unusual darkness.
Thick, billowing clouds continued to accumulate, gradually becoming denser, seeming as if they were only a thousand meters above the ground—close enough that those who could fly could easily enter the cloud layer.
In his courtyard, Qian Jin was instructing Huang Quan, who had just woken from a deep sleep, on the composition of new magic through the arrangement and combination of arcane elements. While he couldn't learn or use the magic of Master Hongyun from the Endless World, he could relay it to Huang Quan, who possessed supreme magical talent.
Rumble!
Deep muffled sounds erupted from within the clouds, suddenly exploding into an exceptionally loud clap of thunder. Piercing lightning streaked across the vast, endless sky.
Simultaneously, two powerful, surging True Saint-level strengths burst forth from two separate guest rooms in the Warrior Guild, instantly quieting the howling wind in the sky.
A colossal, hundred-meter-tall Nine-Headed Serpent Dou Soul roared, shaking the stars as its eighteen crimson eyes gazed up at the cloud layer. Blue electric light coiled around the serpent's body, and its nine massive maws looked ready to swallow the entire sky and all the stars whole.
Almost at the same time! The black sky was suddenly illuminated, as the peerless Three-Headed Golden Dragon Dou Soul radiated brilliant golden light, transforming into a massive sun, dispelling the intangible pressure that the darkness cast upon Shen Du City. Its three dragon heads, each larger than the city gates, also roared with dragon might toward the heavens, asserting a spirit unwilling to be overshadowed by the Nine-Headed Serpent's imposing aura.
Even as mere Dou Souls, they maintained the dignity and glory befitting peak magical beasts. The clash of their auras and presence caused the dark clouds in the sky to seem as if they were parting to avoid the sheer power emanating from them.
Qian Jin stopped his instruction to Huang Quan and looked up at the two powerhouses locked in contention in the sky. Their current strength was clearly even greater than that of Qian Zhanxuan on that previous day.
"The seal... has been broken..." Qian Jin stared at the sky in shock. After fifteen days of confinement, the strength of these two powerhouses had increased so dramatically!
"These fifteen days..." Duan Feng'er had climbed onto the roof at some unknown time, nodding repeatedly as he watched the Dou Souls of the two great figures in the sky. "It seems those two old fellows didn't slack off on their training while we weren't looking."
"Mmm," Lei Long Li also emerged from his room. "That kind of limit training—draining all Dou Qi and then replenishing it—for them, who have already reached the peak of their lives, every tiny breakthrough requires exponentially more effort than it does for us. Yet, the magnitude of their improvement is in no way inferior to ours. The persistence of the older generation of powerhouses..."
Fen Tu Kuangge nodded repeatedly. "A lesson worth learning, absolutely worth learning."
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