Chapter 258: Invincible State
"I'll hold off those two. You go take out Ning Qitian."
Long Xiaoyao had already realized how terrifying the support power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had become after evolving into a god-level martial soul through the Heaven-bestowed Soul Bone.
Their main target was still Ning Qitian, so he instructed Zhongli Wu to handle him while he dealt with Chen Xinghai and Bai Xuan.
Even if those two had temporarily reached the strength of Limit Douluo with the Pagoda's boost, Long Xiaoyao was confident that he could handle both with ease.
"Got it."
Zhongli Wu nodded firmly and turned into a streak of light, vanishing in an instant.
"Not good!"
Chen Xinghai and Bai Xuan had been keeping close watch on both Zhongli Wu and Long Xiaoyao. When they saw Zhongli Wu disappear, their expressions changed sharply.
They immediately unleashed their Martial Soul True Bodies.
Powerful energy flared from their bodies, cutting off Zhongli Wu's advance.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Man and Spear as One!"
Chen Xinghai shouted, and the Breaking Heaven Divine Spear in his hands transformed into a spinning beam of light. Tremendous energy surged forward like a storm.
"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul True Body!"
Sensing the incoming strike, Zhongli Wu's expression darkened. The Breaking Heaven Divine Spear was one of the strongest of its kind, carrying a power that could destroy anything in its path.
He quickly activated his own Martial Soul True Body, but even then, the blow forced him to stagger several steps back.
"Your opponents are me."
Long Xiaoyao appeared instantly, releasing his Dark Holy Dragon martial soul. An overwhelming wave of shadowy energy swept outward, covering the entire area.
The brilliant daylight dimmed into pitch darkness in an instant.
Chen Xinghai and Bai Xuan's expressions grew grim. They could feel the immeasurable strength radiating from Long Xiaoyao.
Even with Ning Qitian's assistance pushing them to temporary Limit Douluo levels, facing Long Xiaoyao alone was still beyond their means.
"Ning Qitian is yours."
Long Xiaoyao's voice was calm and icy. He shot forward in a burst of light, sending a violent wave of power rippling in Zhongli Wu's direction.
"Damn it!"
Chen Xinghai and Bai Xuan's expressions twisted with frustration. They tried to break through the shroud of darkness to aid Ning Qitian, but no matter how hard they fought, they couldn't escape Long Xiaoyao's restraints.
Wherever they moved, he appeared before them instantly, blocking every attempt.
"We should intervene," Elder Xuan said in a low, tense voice as he watched. "Otherwise, Ning Qitian might fall to Zhongli Wu."
He gathered his soul power, ready to move.
"Wait," said Elder Mu, raising a hand to stop him. "Look at Ning Qitian. He shows no panic at all—he's hiding something. Perhaps it's the two phantom soul skills from that Heaven-bestowed Soul Bone."
Mu's eyes gleamed. He could sense that something was about to shift dramatically.
Meanwhile, Ning Qitian himself stood calmly as Zhongli Wu charged toward him at incredible speed.
No one but him knew exactly what the Heaven-bestowed Soul Bone had granted as his eighth and ninth soul skills.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Nine Treasure Divine Light Barrier."
The eighth illusory soul ring around Ning Qitian suddenly flared to life.
A dazzling radiance shot out from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, transforming into a formless barrier that enveloped him completely.
When Ning Qitian had first learned about this ability, he'd been deeply shaken. The name was identical to that of Ning Rongrong's eighth soul skill from ten thousand years ago.
Back then, that ability could block nine Title Douluo-level attacks.
But his version—the Nine Treasure Divine Light Barrier—was far beyond that. It could negate all attacks from anyone below the god level. As long as his soul power wasn't completely drained, the barrier would never fall.
In other words, as long as Ning Qitian had even a trace of soul power left, he would remain untouchable—an invincible existence.
Sure enough, when Zhongli Wu struck him with a powerful blow, the attack was effortlessly repelled by an unseen force.
"What?"
Zhongli Wu unleashed a series of stronger techniques, unleashing all his might, yet none managed to even flicker the barrier's light.
His face twisted in disbelief.
"Damn it! So this is the eighth soul skill the Heaven-bestowed Soul Bone bestowed on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda…"
The other factions watching from afar could see what was happening.
Chen Xinghai and Bai Xuan, still entangled with Long Xiaoyao's darkness, let out sighs of relief when they saw that even Zhongli Wu couldn't break through to their sect master.
"Just as I thought!"
"This skill… it's similar to the one used by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda ten thousand years ago—the Nine Treasure Divine Light Barrier."
The Shrek Academy observers traded shocked looks. So this was Ning Qitian's trump card.
"Not necessarily," said Elder Mu thoughtfully. "The one from ten thousand years ago could only block nine Title Douluo-level attacks. I have a feeling this version is different. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was once a top-tier martial soul—but now it's a god-level one. The Heaven-bestowed Soul Bone must have created something far more powerful."
His tone carried both awe and intrigue.
"Nine Treasure Divine Light Barrier, is it?"
Zhongli Wu sneered, recalling that ancient soul skill. If it followed the same rules, it should only withstand nine attacks.
With a grim smirk, he unleashed a rapid flurry of nine fierce strikes, faster than lightning.
Moments later, he froze in disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
The barrier still gleamed as brightly as before—not a single crack, not even a dimming of its glow.
Zhongli Wu's expression hardened. He finally realized this wasn't the same skill—it was something far stronger.
"The upgraded version of the Nine Treasure Divine Light Barrier, huh? I wonder how many attacks it can actually endure."
All around, astonished murmurs rippled through the spectators.
The Heaven-bestowed Soul Bone's power was beyond imagination—it had elevated the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to an extraordinary, divine level.
Ning Qitian knew he couldn't keep this up forever. He quickly signaled Chen Xinghai and Bai Xuan to break through Long Xiaoyao's blockade and prepare to retreat.
"Ninth Soul Skill: Heaven-Piercing Strike!"
"Ninth Soul Skill: Descent of the Sword God!"
Both Chen Xinghai and Bai Xuan understood immediately. The ninth soul rings on their bodies radiated an intense black light.
(END CHAPTER)
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