Chapter 39 – Glowing Feather Douluo, Demon Suppressing Douluo, Come Forth!
Gui Mei and Yue Guan's expressions hardened as they vigilantly watched the space ahead.
As two powerful fluctuations of soul power approached, two figures gradually emerged from the misty horizon.
Both wore pale gray robes.
The first man had long silver hair that shimmered faintly under the light, with one lock falling over his left eye. His face was cold and youthful, like that of an ageless youth carved from ice.
The second was a towering man over two meters tall, his short hair bristling like steel needles. His face was rugged and covered in a thick beard, and his aura wild and untamed—like a raging beast.
At a glance, Gui Mei and Yue Guan recognized them—the Fifth Worship, Glowing Feather Douluo, and the Seventh Worship, Demon Suppressing Douluo, from Spirit Hall.
"Old Ghost, Old Chrysanthemum… It's been a while," Glowing Feather Douluo said faintly.
His silver hair swayed gently in the breeze, and his eyes gleamed like cold stars, carrying a chill that kept all at a distance.
Yue Guan curved his lips into a faint smile.
"So it's the two of you. What now? Did Qian Daoliu send you personally?"
Demon Suppressing Douluo's expression darkened, glaring sharply at Yue Guan.
"Yue Guan! How dare you address the Grand Worship by name?! You think just because you left Spirit Hall, you're suddenly someone great?!"
Demon Suppressing Douluo was known for his straightforward nature—arrogant and blunt to a fault. Yet, toward Qian Daoliu, he held nothing but the utmost respect and loyalty to the Angel Clan.
Hearing Yue Guan speak Qian Daoliu's name so casually enraged him.
After all, although Qian Daoliu had long withdrawn from the affairs of Spirit Hall, he was still its supreme figure. And Gui Mei and Yue Guan—no matter how powerful—had once been mere elders, executioners of orders rather than true decision-makers.
To Demon Suppressing Douluo, their tone bordered on blasphemy.
Before the tension could escalate, Glowing Feather Douluo raised a hand, signaling him to calm down.
"I have no wish for this to turn unpleasant," Glowing Feather said softly.
"I only want to know—why did you two leave Spirit Hall? Were you unhappy under Bibi Dong's command?
You've both served Spirit Hall faithfully for many years. Even if not all deeds were glorious, your efforts deserve recognition.
The Grand Worship has spoken: as long as you're willing to return, all past transgressions will be forgiven."
Gui Mei and Yue Guan exchanged a glance.
Gui Mei's voice was cold as frost.
"In the past, we had no choice. But now, we simply wish to live freely. Spirit Hall has no shortage of talents—it doesn't need us."
Glowing Feather Douluo frowned slightly.
"So that's your answer? You truly refuse to return?"
Yue Guan chuckled.
"We enjoy our freedom outside. Why would we return just to be shackled again?"
Demon Suppressing Douluo's face sank, his patience wearing thin.
"Old Ghost! Old Chrysanthemum! Don't mistake kindness for weakness! The Grand Worship's willingness to forgive you is already his greatest mercy!
Don't think that gaining a little strength gives you the right to disregard Spirit Hall!
You swore your loyalty when you joined—if you truly insist on defying that oath, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Before his words even faded, Demon Suppressing Douluo's soul power erupted like a tidal wave, flooding the air with pressure.
In an instant, a blazing crimson staff appeared in his grasp—a Coiling Dragon Staff, radiating fierce heat.
The staff was over three meters long, its shaft carved with a lifelike dragon that seemed to writhe and breathe, glowing with fiery red light.
Around it, energy surged and twisted, forming the faint outline of a dragon's spirit. Low, thunderous dragon roars echoed from it, as if it could soar into the heavens at any moment.
Demon Suppressing Douluo floated in midair, posture upright and unyielding, like a mountain that could not be shaken.
Around him, nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—rose one after another, encircling him in dazzling brilliance.
Demon Suppressing Douluo tilted his head slightly, his gaze carrying the arrogance of one who looked down upon the world.
It was as if all beings beneath the heavens were mere ants before him.
And indeed, he had every right to be proud.
With his mighty Coiling Dragon Staff as his Martial Soul, he had never once been defeated in his entire life.
Yue Guan snorted coldly.
"A fine Coiling Dragon Staff indeed! But did you really think we'd fear the likes of you?"
The moment his words fell, a dazzling golden radiance erupted from him. His Martial Soul—the Chrysanthemum—bloomed into existence.
Petal by petal, the enormous chrysanthemum unfurled behind him, each petal sharp as a blade and as indestructible as divine steel.
Around him, nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—rose in sequence, releasing majestic pressure.
It had been many years since Glowing Feather Douluo and Demon Suppressing Douluo last witnessed Chrysanthemum Douluo's Martial Soul. But now, seeing it again, both men stiffened in astonishment.
The chrysanthemum looming behind him was nearly twice the size it once was, exuding a far stronger aura that seemed to merge seamlessly with his body.
It was unmistakable—his Martial Soul had evolved.
Before they could even recover from their shock, another wave of power swept across the battlefield.
The air around Gui Mei began to distort as darkness surged outward.
Then—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one crimson soul ring rose around him in succession.
That final crimson ring glowed like fresh blood, emanating overwhelming pressure that instantly weighed down the entire area.
A hundred-thousand-year soul ring!
Dark energy roared outward like a raging black tide, sweeping across the surroundings with Gui Mei at its center.
Bathed in that abyssal light, his figure grew hazy and ethereal, radiating a chilling aura that made one's soul tremble.
Both Glowing Feather Douluo and Demon Suppressing Douluo stood frozen, eyes wide in disbelief.
Demon Suppressing Douluo's voice cracked as he shouted,
"Th-this… impossible! A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?! How could he possibly have one?!"
Glowing Feather Douluo's expression darkened.
He, of all people, understood the significance of such a ring.
A hundred-thousand-year soul ring wasn't something an ordinary Soul Douluo or even most Title Douluos could dream of possessing.
To have one meant a qualitative transformation of strength—
a leap that defied common sense.
Across the entire Douluo Continent, those who possessed such a soul ring could be counted on one hand. Even Qian Daoliu, the Grand Worship of Spirit Hall, did not possess one.
{T/N: Qian Daoliu had 8 black soul rings and one red soul ring in novel settings, and I think in this novel, Qian Daoliu's setting is based on Donghua.}
Only the likes of Golden Crocodile Douluo and Pope Bibi Dong had reached that realm—and both stood at the absolute pinnacle of power.
Yet now, before their very eyes, Gui Mei—once a subordinate—had revealed such terrifying might.
What stunned them even more was that his ninth soul ring, once merely a ten-thousand-year black ring, had somehow evolved into a hundred-thousand-year red ring.
Glowing Feather Douluo quickly steadied his emotions.
Even so, his gaze remained sharp and cold.
A hundred-thousand-year ring or not, he was not afraid.
His Martial Soul, the Glowing Feather Bow, possessed both light and ice attributes—natural counters to Gui Mei's darkness.
And beside him, Demon Suppressing Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff carried a purifying, exorcising nature—yet another perfect counter.
In that instant, Glowing Feather Douluo released his Martial Soul.
The silver-white hair covering his left eye fluttered upward as that eye suddenly snapped open—revealing a crystalline orb of icy blue light.
His entire left arm transformed into translucent blue crystal, covered in frost and divine light.
A faint, confident smile curved his lips.
"No wonder you two dared to betray Spirit Hall… So this is your newfound confidence?"
"Very well. It's been far too long since I've left the Elder Hall."
"Today—allow me to stretch my limbs… and see what you're truly capable of!"
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End of Chapter