"This is..."
Cai Mei'er and the others from Shrek Academy looked on in shock at the terrifying spectacle in the sky. The space itself seemed to distort under the intense battle raging above.
Despite being far from the epicenter, the residual energy from the clash still reached them. Cai Mei'er quickly released her spirit power, forming a massive protective barrier to shield the group from the shockwaves.
She understood immediately—this was a battle between Ultimate Douluo.
Only Ultimate Douluo could create such chaos, shaking heaven and earth with their power.
And there were three distinct energies—three Ultimate Douluo.
"Spirit Hall has two Ultimate Douluo?" Cai Mei'er was stunned. The revelation shook her to the core.
When had Ultimate Douluo become so numerous?
In Star Luo City, countless powerful individuals turned their eyes to the distant horizon.
Battles between Ultimate Douluo were a rare sight on the continent. At this level, such individuals were usually the leaders of major factions. They only clashed when great powers went to war, and even then, such encounters were infrequent.
Today, those witnessing this event were considered incredibly fortunate.
Even titled Douluo watching from afar were left trembling. Though they had achieved the level of Titled Douluo, their strength was nowhere near this level of power that could distort the sky itself.
"Those must be the Spirit Hall's top-tier powerhouses. But what could have happened to provoke such a battle?" mused Xu Jiawei, both awed and concerned.
Could Qianran be involved? It wasn't unreasonable to think someone might try to assassinate such a once-in-a-millennium genius. Could it be Mingde Hall?
Meanwhile, members of Mingde Hall who remained in Star Luo City were just as baffled. They had considered targeting Qianran but had never found the right opportunity.
"Times are changing. Spirit Hall's strength might even surpass our Body Sect," remarked a Body Sect elder. Though the statement flattered their sect, he knew it wasn't true. Two Ultimate Douluo? The Body Sect couldn't even dream of such power.
The terrifying battle lasted barely a minute before it ended.
Moon, the once-great Pavilion Master, had relied on the Golden Tree to survive past his prime. He had become paralyzed in a previous battle with Poison Must Die, his brother, Poison Always Dies.
While he had used his Dragon Core to reach Rank 99, his strength was far from that of a true Ultimate Douluo. His power was fleeting and unstable.
Against Qian Renxue and the Snow Empress, two peak-level Ultimate Douluo, he had no chance.
Even alone, Qian Renxue could have taken him down. Qianran had only asked the Snow Empress to intervene to speed things up.
The moment Moon faltered, the Snow Empress's icy power invaded his body, freezing him solid. He was no longer a threat.
"That's enough," Qian Renxue said, retracting her aura as she and the Snow Empress landed beside Qianran.
"Moon. Who would have thought? The once-mighty Pavilion Master of Sea God's Pavilion has fallen so low."
Qianran approached the frozen figure of Moon, looking down at him with disdain.
The former pinnacle of power now lay at his feet, a mere shadow of his former self.
The thrill of dominance surged through Qianran—it was a vivid reminder of the importance of power. With power, there was nothing in this world that couldn't be trampled underfoot.
"Qianran... I never expected you to hide such depths. If Spirit Hall is so powerful, why are you even at Shrek Academy?" Moon spat bitterly.
"Because I feel like it. What's it to you?" Qianran sneered.
"And as for revenge, I'll see to it that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is erased from this continent. Your great-grandson Bei Bei? I'll make sure he's well taken care of."
With those words, Qianran transformed his hand into a sharp blade and cleanly severed Moon's head.
Moon's soul, however, didn't escape. Instead, it was captured by Qianran's fourth spirit ring, which glowed ominously as it branded Moon's soul with an unbreakable mark, trapping it for eternity.
"This spirit skill of yours is incredible," Qian Renxue remarked, astonished. The ability to instantly imprison the soul of even an Ultimate Douluo was beyond comprehension.
The Snow Empress was equally stunned. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it herself.
Qianran's spirit skill possessed an inexplicable and overwhelming force that rendered resistance futile.
Of course, this was a gift from the system. For the system, a soul's former strength or status was irrelevant—it could subjugate any spirit.
As Qianran's spirit rings shimmered again, Moon's soul appeared before him, its expression twisted in fear.
For the first time, the once-proud Pavilion Master was filled with dread. Reduced to an undead, unable to reincarnate, and at Qianran's mercy, Moon knew his torment had only just begun.
"Even against Super Douluo, this skill gives you an edge. It's absurdly powerful," Qian Renxue said, examining Moon's spectral form. She finally understood the true potential of Qianran's ability.
The skill allowed him to summon and utilize undead in battle, a strength any spirit master would envy.
Even the forbidden treasures crafted by evil spirit masters, like the Myriad Soul Banner, couldn't hold a candle to this ability. Those could only trap weak spirits. Qianran's skill seemed limitless.
Though Moon's soul retained some of its former strength, it was now bound entirely to Qianran's will. With proper cultivation, it could serve as a pseudo-Rank 95 entity.
"Moon's consciousness is still intact?"
"Yes. But he can't defy me. A single thought, and I can make him beg for death."
Qianran's smile widened. Moon still had entertainment value—especially when it came to tormenting others like Ye Xishui.
There were so many possibilities.
At that moment, the Ice Empress arrived, dragging Dai Hao behind her.
Dai Hao was in a pitiful state. His face was bruised and swollen, his once-dignified demeanor as the White Tiger Duke utterly gone.
"Dai Hao. Fancy meeting you here."
Qianran's smile was both mocking and chilling.
"I-I was deceived! I didn't want this—it was the Dragon God Douluo who wanted to kill you!" Dai Hao stammered, trembling under Qianran's gaze.
When he saw Moon's lifeless body on the ground, his face turned ghostly pale.
An Ultimate Douluo had fallen to Qianran!
And what was Dai Hao? A mere duke. If he died, his family would simply replace him. Other powerhouses in the Dai Clan would fight for the title of White Tiger Duke.
His death would benefit everyone but himself.
Realizing this, Dai Hao's legs gave out, and he knelt before Qianran, shaking.
"Idiot."
"You should be grateful I graced your wife with my attention, understand?"
Qianran's hand lashed out, slapping Dai Hao hard across the face.
He chuckled, watching the once-proud duke grovel. These so-called big shots, Qianran mused, were no different from ordinary people when faced with death.
(End of Chapter)