"Good, very good!" The golden robe on his body fluttered as veins bulged on the Spirit Emperor's forehead. "Aside from Xue Di in the far north, you are the only human who dares speak to me like this."
"Do you really think anyone can just step on our Abyss plane?" The Spirit Emperor snorted coldly. Terrifying energy erupted, and a vast aura slowly spread outward like ripples.
The soul power carried in this aura had already surpassed the boundary of Limit Douluo.
"Witness the might of the Abyss, foolish human."
"Mental Intimidation."
With the Spirit Emperor at the center, the surrounding space suddenly trembled violently.
The still air became scorching. Even the Abyss creatures—flying beasts and land beasts—began falling from the sky one after another, collapsing to the ground, trembling with heads lowered, unable to move.
However, in the next moment,
it was as if a pause button had been pressed. The twisted spatial ripples quickly smoothed out.
The original extreme oppressive feeling rapidly faded, and everything seemed to quiet down.
A sudden voice echoed in the air:
"Is this the mental power you're so proud of? It's nothing special."
"No, impossible—how are you unaffected?" The Spirit Emperor instinctively took a step back. His incredulous gaze fixed on Ning Rongrong as she spoke.
According to the script, the opponent should have been immobilized, falling from the sky. Even if she could withstand it, it should have been barely, with great difficulty.
Seeing the Spirit Emperor's expression as if he had seen a ghost, Ning Rongrong gave a soft laugh: "Let me ask you—when did you get the illusion that you're my opponent?"
"What?" The Spirit Emperor's pupils contracted. With a "whoosh," he retreated hundreds of meters, as if the one before him was not a human but an ancient ferocious beast.
"Your mental intimidation is far too lacking."
Ning Rongrong swung the Glazed Holy Sword in her hand. A faint gleam lingered on the transparent blade edge.
"So-called mental power is merely a derivative of the soul. True power is威能 that can be released along with technique and physique."
A light sword hum came from the Glazed Holy Sword. The heaven-and-earth origin energy was compressed onto the sword's edge. As the sword danced, "sizzle sizzle sizzle" friction sounds rang through the air.
"Sword Technique—Void Collapse Haze: Myriad Transformations"
"Schwing—"
The sword light was faint, producing almost no ripples.
But this simple sword swing, in the Spirit Emperor's eyes, was as terrifying and powerless as facing the Abyss Sacred Lord himself.
"No, this is impossible! You're not even a god—how can you possess such power?"
The Spirit Emperor's eyes widened. He frantically flapped the wings on his back to retreat further, occasionally spitting out words.
This was an invisible attack.
Only those with mental power at a certain level could sense its terror.
It wasn't just mental—it could even erase the soul.
"Damn it—why does a mere Douluo plane have existences like you?"
Such might should not appear in a mortal plane.
It was power that could absolutely threaten gods.
Locked by the terrifying sword qi, the Spirit Emperor could only grit his teeth and stake everything on one desperate fight.
His body rapidly expanded, transforming into an Abyss Spirit Dragon over fifteen meters long.
The Abyss Spirit Dragon was the Spirit Emperor's true body—only in this form could he unleash his maximum strength.
"Little human brat, don't get too arrogant."
"Spirit Dragon True Body!" Having transformed into the Abyss Spirit Dragon, the Spirit Emperor quickly stabilized himself and roared loudly, as if only this could dispel the fear in his heart.
The dark clouds in the sky churned. Lightning flickered between the layers from time to time.
Vast destruction and decay spread outward endlessly with the Spirit Emperor at the center.
"Plane Imprisonment"
The area ahead—including where Ning Rongrong stood—was covered by a ring-shaped domain.
Origin energy and elements lost all power in that instant.
However, before the Spirit Emperor could feel pleased,
"Urgh—"
His eyes showed unwillingness as he vomited large mouthfuls of blood.
"No, impossible!"
More mouthfuls of blood sprayed out.
The Spirit Emperor was sent flying backward. In the mere moment of contact, he felt as if his soul had been sliced by countless sharp blades.
"I clearly weakened the attack's power—why did it still inflict such heavy damage on me? This isn't scientific."
The Spirit Emperor's vitality declined at an extreme speed.
"So it really is the true body!" Ning Rongrong commented with interest.
To be honest, Ning Rongrong didn't know much about the Abyss plane—only what she had learned from novels.
All Abyss creatures projected from the Abyss plane could not be completely killed—they were like having a respawn point.
But the true body was very different.
For example, the previous Scythe Emperor had been taken care of.
The current Spirit Emperor was indeed very strong. Ning Rongrong hadn't expected him to come in his true body.
In the original story, tens of thousands of years later, the Spirit Emperor was only half a step from god level. Due to the gap in strength, Ning Rongrong had assumed the arriving Spirit Emperor would be a clone.
"Do you have any last words?" Ning Rongrong released her perception, overlooking the entire far north.
"Pfft!" Blood sprayed from his mouth like a jet fighter. The Spirit Emperor wiped the corner of his mouth with a resentful expression.
"Don't think you've won. Even if you defeat me, you won't be a match for those two."
"The Abyss will rise again. When that time comes, the Douluo Continent will become the Abyss's nursery."
"Perhaps, but it would be better if the rest of them came out too—so I can deal with them all at once."
Ning Rongrong's calm voice echoed, filling the eyes of the Spirit Emperor—whose vitality was rapidly fading—with madness. Ignoring his injuries, he roared:
"Human, what do you take the Abyss for!"
"Hm? What do I take it for?" Ning Rongrong tilted her head. "A pretty decent batch of experience babies—good for testing my current strength."
Just as the Spirit Emperor was about to retort—before he could open his mouth—
figures appeared one after another, completely surrounding Ning Rongrong.
Five grotesquely shaped Abyss creatures—all quasi-god-level powerhouses.
Perhaps much weaker than the true-body Scythe Emperor, but any one of them pulled out could absolutely threaten the Douluo Continent itself.
"I mean, so many quasi-gods, all holed up in the far north."
"Aren't you lonely?"
The Abyss plane's apparent goal was to devour the origin of the Douluo Continent.
Yet their actions were slower than a turtle.
So many quasi-gods, plus one god-essence-realm being half a step into godhood—and they hadn't launched an attack on the human world. It was truly unbelievable.
Ning Rongrong had only roughly observed the far north and hadn't looked farther.
However, heavily injuring Xue Di... probably wasn't something these few could achieve.
They had mentioned the Abyss Sacred Lord earlier—could he already be in the far north?
In the Douluo 1 world, the Douluo plane was extremely sturdy and could withstand battles between first-level gods.
But if the Abyss Sacred Lord had truly descended, logically the Divine Realm should have reacted.
Could something have happened to the Divine Realm?
She needed to find a way to locate Xue Di—the Ice Palace might still be in her hands.
Ning Rongrong was still at a relatively peripheral area of the far north. As a master of the art of caution, she would never venture deep into the far north.
What if she got caught? What if a defeat CG played?
That would be a truly terrifying thing.
(End of chapter)