Tang San was shocked to see his teacher, who had just reached out his hand, suddenly fall to the ground in fear, revealing his disheveled and wretched appearance.
"Teacher, what happened to you? Did Bibi Dong do something to you?"
"No, no, she didn't do anything."
Yu Xiaogang firmly denied it. He absolutely couldn't let his beloved disciple know about his past.
Unfortunately, his forceful tone and subconscious behavior clearly told Tang San that his teacher had suffered inhuman torment.
Both parties silently dropped the subject. Tang San helped Yu Xiaogang up and sat beside him. The two watched the battle in the sky together, waiting for fate to judge them.
The deep night sky had started to brighten a bit, the silvery moon and stars gradually faded, while the sun grew brighter, its gentle rays shining down on the creatures below.
But not for those who hated the sun.
In the starfield, sunlight continuously shone down on Tang Chen, blocking his advance.
"Tang Chen, give up Poseidon's corpse and we'll let you go.
You can even lead the sect disciples back to the mainland and rebuild the mountain gate. With your strength, you're more than enough to bring Clear Sky Sect to new heights."
"Get lost!!!"
Damn it, crazy old man, why are you so obsessed with that corpse when he's already dead?
Cursing inwardly, Xu Mingxi flapped the Golden Crow wings on his back and quickly retreated to dodge Tang Chen's renewed assault.
Feeling that more than half of his soul power had been drained, he looked at Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong—who stood not far off, watching him closely and whose conditions had recovered to their prime—and his expression grew bitter.
If he kept exhausting himself like this, Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong would certainly find the perfect moment to strike.
He himself would be fine, but if Poseidon really returned to Sea God Island, no one knew whether Poseidon had the means to save him.
Damn you, Tang Chen. If you want to fight, I'll fight you to the end. With no better plan, Xu Mingxi gave in. He left behind a trace of spiritual awareness to guard against Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, and rushed back out to meet Tang Chen.
He didn't believe that this explosive ring state could last forever. How could he, an unmatched Douluo and half-god, be outlasted by a washed-up level 98 Title Douluo?
The battle between Xu Mingxi and Tang Chen grew even fiercer—exactly what Qian Daoliu wanted.
If possible, he hoped everyone here, except him and Golden Crocodile Douluo, would die in one big battle.
"Bibi Dong, are you ready? Once that thing is used, we'll begin immediately."
"Don't worry. I'm not like you. The old ones have all lost their minds."
Qian Daoliu silently observed the confrontation between Xu Mingxi and Tang Chen. His spiritual power had already inspected the soul guidance launcher, and he could activate the secret weapon he had prepared at any time.
Recalling the power that Purple Dragon Douluo had shown him previously in the Wuhun Empire, Qian Daoliu's heart burned with fury.
The group in the Xingluo Empire had taken the object unprepared. Even if they didn't die on the spot, they'd surely be seriously injured and unable to hold out.
However, at this moment, he also remained wary of Xu Zilong, the super Douluo from a foreign land. Someone who could provide such a powerful weapon surely had something equally powerful at hand.
Qian Daoliu observed Xu Mingxi's condition continuing to worsen. Tang Chen had even exited the explosive ring state and was just barely floating in the air, Bo Saixi in his arms almost pierced by a ray of sunlight.
He knew the opportunity had come.
Three pairs of angel wings emitted dazzling golden light. Qian Daoliu took out a dark cylindrical object and hurled it toward the group, then swiftly approached Xu Mingxi.
Close behind was Bibi Dong, radiating a demonic aura. She also wanted to taste the blood of the two divine heirs. After the fierce battle, Tang Chen hovered in the air holding Bo Saixi, breathing slightly heavily. He watched the two killing Xu Mingxi with neither sadness nor joy—but the hand gripping his hammer trembled slightly.
No one was surprised by the shift in the battlefield. Everyone knew this outcome was inevitable—including Tang San below. He had been waiting for this. The more chaotic things became, the greater his chance of survival.
His teacher and the others wanted to immediately go support him. Xu Mingxi was the only unmatched Douluo of the Star Luo Empire and their strongest force against the Wuhun Empire. He couldn't be allowed to fall.
However, just as they moved, the black cylinder thrown by Qian Daoliu arrived, followed by a sharp arrow of holy angelic light.
"Quick, take cover! That's a soul guidance missile!"
Just before the arrow hit the level-nine soul guidance shell, Xu Mingguang—familiar with such weapons—recognized it.
Though he didn't know the exact level, how could a powerhouse like Qian Daoliu use a low-grade soul guidance shell at such a critical moment?
His frightened voice reached everyone's ears. Everyone activated their soul power barriers, but it was too late. A massive explosion erupted in their midst.
A mushroom cloud rose into the morning sky. Xu Mingxi was shocked at what had happened. He wanted to go see but was stopped by Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong and couldn't advance.
"Star God Douluo, you'd better worry about yourself first."
Taking advantage of Xu Mingxi's distraction from the explosion, the angel and Rakshasa struck again, launching the fiercest assault from both sides.
The hundred-thousand-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit soul bone skill—Invincible Golden Body.
This signature ability of the protagonist group once again saved Xu Mingxi's life. His soul power was insufficient to fight Qian Daoliu and the other two in full condition. He could only turn into starlight and frantically dodge across the battlefield.
The explosion had come too suddenly and distracted him. On second thought, the clan leader and others were at least wearing level-7 soul guidance armor. With Mingguang's warning, they probably weren't dead.
As long as they weren't dead, the rest was manageable. Even if crippled, solutions could be found later.
"Star God Douluo, what are you looking at?"
The angelic holy sword slashed by. Xu Mingxi barely dodged, but his arm was grazed. The wound scorched yellow from the high temperature of the holy sword, sending searing pain through his entire body.
Qian Daoliu truly lived up to the title of strongest under the heavens. His strength may not have been peerless, but his speed in the sky was unmatched.
With him attacking from the front and Bibi Dong from the shadows, Xu Mingxi was instantly in grave danger. His soul power consumption spiked, and the golden crow wings on his back began to fade.