The Strongest Punch
"Golden Dragon Flash Strike!"
Yuhao's eyes burned with determination. The three completely different forces within his body — his own spiritual power, the Ultimate Ice power of the Snow Emperor, and the Golden Dragon bloodline power awakened through his fusion — surged together violently. All three streams of power converged onto his right arm, compressing to the extreme before forming a dazzling, multicolored dragon head that roared toward the heavens.
Roar!
A true dragon's roar echoed across the battlefield. As Yuhao threw his punch forward, a terrifying vortex formed around him. It did not literally drain energy from ten miles as if violating natural law, but the spiritual fluctuations and elemental energies within a vast surrounding radius were violently stirred and drawn into resonance with his strike. The atmosphere itself twisted, and the earth cracked beneath his feet.
"Not good!"
Ji Xiao's pupils contracted violently. For the first time since revealing his true Titled Douluo strength, genuine fear appeared on his face.
From that punch, he sensed real death.
He tried to retreat, but earlier he had suffered a palm strike from the Snow Emperor's Ultimate Ice. The freezing intent had infiltrated his meridians, slowing the circulation of his soul power. In that critical moment, his reaction lagged just slightly.
That slight delay was fatal.
Rumble!
The multicolored dragon head slammed into Ji Xiao's chest. In an instant, scorching pain mixed with tearing pressure spread through his entire body. It was as if an actual Golden Dragon had pierced straight through him. His defensive soul power shattered layer by layer.
"No, no! How can I die here!"
Facing death, Ji Xiao's expression twisted madly. His eighth and ninth soul rings alternated and flared brilliantly. Dense brown light erupted from his body — the defensive amplification of his powerful beast martial spirit combined with the protection of his torso soul bone.
The brown energy condensed frantically in front of his chest, forming thick barriers one after another.
But Yuhao's punch was already at its limit — a blow that fused spiritual shock, Ultimate Ice suppression, and Golden Dragon's tyrannical physical force. It was not something ordinary defense could withstand.
The brown light shattered.
Ji Xiao was blasted backward more than a thousand meters, tearing through the ground before smashing into a mountain in the distance. The mountain wall exploded, and his body was embedded deep within it.
A fist-sized hole appeared in his chest. Burned flesh and damaged organs were visible within.
For an ordinary person, this would be instant death.
But Ji Xiao was a Titled Douluo. Moreover, he possessed an extremely precious torso soul bone that greatly enhanced vitality and regeneration.
Though gravely injured, a faint breath remained.
A surge of life force began repairing his body slowly.
If no one interfered, he could recover from this near-death state.
"Hahaha… Huo Yuhao, you still failed to kill me after all!"
Ji Xiao's laughter was hoarse but filled with mockery.
In his view, that attack must have cost Yuhao everything. He absolutely did not believe Yuhao could unleash such a terrifying strike again.
He guessed correctly that the cost was immense.
But he guessed wrong in one crucial aspect.
Yuhao could still strike again.
Whoosh—
A streak of golden light flashed across the battlefield. Using the last burst of Golden Dragon strength to propel himself, Yuhao crossed over a thousand meters in an instant and appeared before Ji Xiao once more.
His right arm ignited again.
A second multicolored dragon head condensed — weaker than before, yet still terrifying.
"Golden Dragon Flash Strike — Second Form!"
Ji Xiao's eyes widened in absolute disbelief.
"How… how is this possible…? You— don't!"
Even a Titled Douluo could not face death calmly.
But Yuhao would not stop.
With a roar that shook the air, his fist descended.
Boom!
Multicolored light burst upward like a pillar piercing the heavens. Even the distant Titled Douluo fighting elsewhere turned their heads in shock.
"That fluctuation… was that Yuhao's attack?!"
...
When the light gradually dissipated, Yuhao stood there unsteadily.
His clothes were nearly torn apart. His body was soaked in blood. His right arm had reverted to normal size, but the skin was crimson and steaming violently — the backlash from forcing Golden Dragon power beyond his body's limit.
It was as if the arm had been cooked from the inside.
Beside him, Ji Xiao stood motionless.
Then, under countless shocked gazes, his body began to crumble.
From head to toe, he disintegrated into particles of light and scattered into the air.
A Titled Douluo had fallen.
"Young Master actually killed a Titled Douluo!"
"Is he truly only a Soul Sect?!"
"This son cannot be allowed to live!"
Different thoughts surged in the hearts of the watching Titled Douluo.
Especially Long Xiaoyao.
The terror of Huo Yuhao was now undeniable.
Without hesitation, he broke through Du Busi's interference and charged toward Yuhao.
"Not good!"
Du Busi's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly unleashed his poison domain to obstruct him.
But Long Xiaoyao was an Ultimate Douluo. Though poisoned, his cultivation vastly surpassed Du Busi's. Having moved first, he was already closing the distance.
Yuhao naturally sensed Long Xiaoyao approaching.
"So shameless… attacking a junior."
At this moment, however, he was completely exhausted. After two consecutive Golden Dragon Flash Strikes and maintaining multiple spiritual enhancements, his soul power was utterly drained.
He could not dodge.
He could not defend.
He could barely stand.
Yet he was not afraid.
Because on his body, he carried the Emperor Heaven Reverse Scale — a scale bestowed by Di Tian, the Beast God of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Once he received fatal damage, the Reverse Scale would transfer the attack to Di Tian. Moreover, it could serve as a spatial anchor, allowing Di Tian to descend personally.
Yuhao had refrained from using it earlier because he wished to test the limits of his own strength.
Now, having slain a Titled Douluo, that objective was achieved.
But facing Long Xiaoyao — the Death God Douluo — he had no room for resistance in his current state.
Just as he prepared to activate the Reverse Scale—
A graceful figure suddenly appeared before him.
It was the Snow Emperor.
Facing Long Xiaoyao's attack, she did not retreat.
Instead, she used one of her three origin abilities.
"Emperor Sword — Bing Ji Wu Shuang."
An ice crystal sword condensed in her hand. A kilometer-long sword intent erupted instantly, freezing the air and causing space itself to tremble.
With a clear shout, she slashed forward.
Though currently limited to the strength of a seven-ring Soul Saint due to Yuhao's cultivation, the essence of the Snow Emperor remained that of a former 700,000-year soul beast overlord.
Even Long Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.
"If this sword were unleashed at your peak," he said coldly, "even I would avoid it. But now—"
Endless black light surged from his body — the terrifying devouring power of the Dark Holy Dragon. The black radiance wrapped around the descending Emperor Sword.
The sword intent trembled.
The black light devoured it layer by layer.
Soon, the kilometer-long blade of ice was completely swallowed.
Long Xiaoyao pointed forward.
The black light transformed into a dark dragon and shot toward the Snow Emperor.
Chi—
The dark energy pierced through her. Her already unstable spiritual body flickered violently.
After only three breaths, her aura became chaotic and faint.
Her figure began to blur.
It was clear she was on the verge of dissipating.
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