Chapter 43: Stirring Up Trouble? Summoning the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings!
"Sharp-tongued brat!"
Wang Qiuer's cold, unyielding reply made Zhongli Wu sneer, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
He was never a patient man to begin with. Seeing Wang Qiuer's attitude, he wasted no more words. Soul Power surged around him, the phantom of the death god demon puppet abruptly expanded, and a pitch-black, ink-like ghostly hand tore through the air, carrying a bone-chilling, sinister wind as it shot straight for Wang Qiuer!
A full-power strike from a Level 98 Super Douluo—how terrifying was its might? Wherever the ghostly hand passed, space rippled. The dense aura of death caused the plants by the spring to instantly wither.
Although Wang Qiuer possessed the origin of the Golden Dragon King, she had only recently taken human form and her cultivation was still shallow. Under the pressure of this terrifying force, she felt her entire body tighten, her movements becoming sluggish. For the first time, a trace of gravity flashed in her ruby-like eyes.
Just as that ghostly hand was about to seize Wang Qiuer, an angry roar exploded like thunder: "Evil filth! How dare you act so viciously!"
A thick, earthy-yellow light, arriving later but striking first, materialized like a mountain range, blocking the space between Wang Qiuer and the ghostly hand!
As the light faded, it revealed Xuan Zi's figure, as steady as Mount Tai. The phantom of the Gluttonous Divine Bull around him roared towards the sky. Then, he threw a punch, the fist wind solidifying like a giant hammer, crashing fiercely into the pitch-black ghostly hand!
"Boom!"
The collision of the two terrifying energies produced a dull, thunderous blast. A violent shockwave swept outwards from the two as the center, churning the waters of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well into turbulent waves. Xuan Zi's body swayed slightly before stabilizing, while Zhongli Wu was shaken back half a step, his expression turning even darker.
"Xuan Zi!" Zhongli Wu's voice was as cold and piercing as ice, "What business is it of yours if I capture this girl? A dog trying to catch a rat—meddling in affairs that are none of your concern!"
Blocking Wang Qiuer, Xuan Zi scanned Zhongli Wu, and the slowly rising figures of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao behind him, his gaze sharp as lightning, his face full of disdain and fury:
"I've long been disgusted by you lot who skulk in the shadows! If not for the Plane Master bringing you here, who could have imagined such powerful evil beings had quietly emerged on the Douluo Douluo?"
"Now that you've been exposed in broad daylight, how can this old man stand by and watch you commit violence? Dream on if you think you can capture someone right before my eyes!"
His words were righteous and forceful, shaking the valley. The peak Level 98 Soul Power from his body was released without restraint, forming a stark contrast to Zhongli Wu's sinister aura, filled with a heavy, oppressive force.
Zhongli Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in their slits: "Old fool, are you sure you want to oppose me?"
Xuan Zi couldn't even be bothered to reply again. He simply made the earthy-yellow light around him blaze even brighter, the Gluttonous phantom roaring skyward, using action to declare his stance.
"Hmph!" Seeing this, Zhongli Wu snorted coldly and glanced towards Ye Xishui beside him.
Ye Xishui frowned slightly. She hadn't originally intended to completely tear face with the Shrek side here, but seeing her son thwarted and the other party's unyielding attitude, she naturally couldn't stand idly by.
Her blood-red robe stirred without wind. The terrifying pressure of a Level 99 Limit Douluo spread out like a raging sea of blood. She took a step forward, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhongli Wu, her cold gaze locking onto Xuan Zi.
Long Xiaoyao remained silent, the aura of the Dark Holy Dragon deep as an abyss. He followed closely beside Ye Xishui, making his position clear.
On Xuan Zi's side, Mu En let out a soft sigh, yet his slightly hunched figure straightened a bit. A gentle yet vast aura of the Light Holy Dragon rose up, like sunlight dispelling gloom, holding its own against Ye Xishui's sea of blood.
On the other side, Du Busi grinned, revealing his stark white teeth. Having just successfully condensed a second Soul Core and broken through to level 99 thanks to the star luo spirit pearl bestowed by Lei Chen, he was itching for a chance to test his newfound power. The violent aura of his Body Martial Soul also shot skyward, his muscles bulging with a sense of immense strength. He flanked Xuan Zi on the other side, together with Mu En, forming a protective formation.
For a moment, a delicate three-versus-three balance formed in the field!
Both sides consisted of two Level 99 Limit Douluos and one Level 98 Super Douluo, their strength perfectly matched. Their auras clashed, making the air in the entire valley seem to solidify, oppressive enough to suffocate.
Everyone's gaze turned towards the seventh person in the field who had yet to declare a stance—Kong Deming.
The father of Spirit Tools for the Sun Moon Empire now wore an expressionless face, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.
Logically, since the Holy Spirit Cult had secretly established relations with the Sun Moon Empire, he should stand on Ye Xishui's side. However, deep down, he held extreme contempt for the practices of Evil Soul Masters who cultivated by harming living beings. Asking him to help Evil Soul Masters capture a seemingly harmless young girl was something he simply could not bring himself to do.
Therefore, facing the probing gazes from both sides, Kong Deming simply closed his eyes. Several Spirit Tool cores around him flickered faintly, adopting a posture of neutrality, staying out of the conflict.
Just at this tense moment of stalemate, Wang Qiuer, the catalyst for it all, looked at the two groups of people on the verge of drawing weapons over her and finally spoke again.
Her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her clear voice carrying a trace of impatience and chill: "You people are truly incomprehensible."
She had come here to cultivate following Lei Chen's instructions, not wanting to have any interaction with these strangers. But the situation before her clearly could not be resolved peacefully.
"Since you're all so restless..." A flash of golden light passed through Wang Qiuer's ruby-like eyes. The faint golden mark on her forehead suddenly brightened, emitting an unfathomably profound fluctuation. "...then don't blame me!"
Before her words faded, a strange, intangible light, seemingly containing the trajectory of fate, shot out from the mark on her brow. It didn't attack anyone, but instead shot straight into the very center of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well's waters not far away!
"Huummm—!"
The entire valley shook violently. The clearly demarcated icy spring and fiery spring, stirred by this light of fate, seemed to be infused with a soul!
"ROAR!!!"
"ROAR!!!"
Two soul-shaking dragon roars erupted from the depths of the spring! The next moment, under the astonished gazes of everyone present, the two differently colored waters of the lake abruptly surged skyward!
The ice-blue water transformed into a crystalline frost dragon exuding absolute cold; the crimson-red water coalesced into a blazing fire dragon burning with scorching heat!
The two giant dragons were completely composed of the purest essence of ice and fire. Their massive dragon soul phantoms coiled upwards, their dragon eyes glaring angrily as they looked down upon the tiny humans below. Their vast draconic majesty, like a tangible tsunami, instantly overwhelmed the aura clash of all the powerhouses present!
The dragon souls of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings had actually manifested into the world, stirred by Wang Qiuer's power of fate!
The six powerhouses who had been locked in stalemate all had their expressions change drastically. They all withdrew their auras, looking up with shock and uncertainty at the two awe-inspiring giant dragon souls in the air. Even Kong Deming, who had removed himself from the conflict, snapped his eyes open, filled with astonishment.
Her golden hair flying, Wang Qiuer stood beneath the dragon souls of the two giant dragons, like an emperor of dragons.