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The golden light faded, leaving only a lingering heat in the air as Ghost Douluo's physical form was completely purified. His body disintegrated, turning into a final wisp of thin black smoke that drifted toward the sky and vanished. As he disappeared, a dark Spirit Bone slipped from the remains and began to fall. Tang Chen did not hesitate.
He reached out and caught the Spirit Bone with a firm grip. Almost instantly, he activated the Teleportation skill from his 100,000-year Spirit Bone. In a flash of light, he reappeared a hundred meters away, putting safe distance between himself and the spot where the Titled Douluo had fallen.
He looked up at the sky, sensing a massive change in the atmosphere. The space in front of him began to tremble before being torn open like a heavy curtain by a brutal, invisible force. A massive figure stepped out from the Void Realm.
This newcomer was a man with an incredibly burly physique. His muscles were so thick and knotted that they looked like pieces of hard granite.
He moved with heavy, confident footsteps that seemed to shake the air itself. The man had short, golden-yellow hair that stood straight up on his head like the mane of a lion or a bundle of sharp steel needles.
His face was rugged and his eyes were like those of a tiger, gleaming with a fierce and aggressive light. This was the Fourth Elder of the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship, the powerful Lion Douluo.
Behind the elder, a massive phantom of a lion appeared. It was covered in bright, blazing golden flames and let out a roar that echoed through the clouds. The heat coming from the phantom was so intense that it felt like the sky itself might catch fire.
A heavy, suffocating pressure swept out across the battlefield. However, just as Lion Douluo finished his grand entrance and his aura reached its peak, a different roar answered him.
"Roar! Your opponent is me!" the Red King shouted. The beast had been waiting at the side, but it could no longer hold back its excitement for battle. Its three massive heads roared at the same time, creating a sound that felt like thunder.
Without waiting for a second, the Red King's giant body tore through the air. It looked like a moving mountain of crimson fire as it charged directly at Lion Douluo. The heat from the Red King was so high that the air distorted and warped around it, leaving three trails of burning flames behind as it flew.
Lion Douluo's expression changed when he saw the massive beast. The Red King was just as large as his own spirit form and carried a terrifying aura. The elder's previous arrogance disappeared, replaced by a look of serious caution. He knew exactly how dangerous a Vicious Beast of this level could be. "Beast! You seek death!" Lion Douluo yelled. He knew he could not be careless. The dark black seventh spirit ring at his feet suddenly glowed with a blinding intensity.
"Seventh Spirit Ability, Lion True Body!" he cried out. With a roar that sounded like it came from the beginning of time, Lion Douluo's body began to grow. In the middle of the golden light, he transformed into a flaming lion that stood over thirty meters tall. He was covered in golden fire, with sharp fangs and eyes that looked like glowing lamps of melted lava. His power surged until it was equal to the Red King's own strength. A second later, the two giants collided.
The red beast and the golden lion hit each other like two falling stars. The sound of the impact was so loud that it shook all of Heaven Dou City. At the center of the crash, a light as bright as the sun exploded. Ripples of red and gold energy moved outward like a massive wave, tearing the clouds apart and clearing the sky in an instant.
Down on the ground, buildings began to shake and crumble from the shockwaves. Spirit Masters who were too close to the fight were knocked off their feet by the sheer force of the wind and energy.
The Red King and Lion Douluo were both at the top of their respective worlds. One was a peak Spirit Beast and the other was a high-level human expert. As they fought, they displayed power that could destroy entire landscapes.
Every eye on the battlefield was fixed on them. High in the sky, Lion Douluo found himself stuck in a fierce struggle with the Red King. He was both shocked and angry that he couldn't quickly win. He pushed his level 97 spirit power to the absolute limit, sending a storm of attacks at the three-headed dog.
"Fifth Spirit Skill, Blazing Sun Lion King Fist!" he roared, followed quickly by his next move, "Sixth Spirit Ability, Golden Flame Roar Wave!" His huge lion claws gathered golden energy until they looked like small suns.
These glowing spheres held enough heat to melt mountains. He swung his claws, trying to smash the light into one of the Red King's heads. At the same time, a huge pillar of golden fire shot out of his mouth. The beam of light was over five meters wide and turned the air into a shimmering haze of heat.
The Red King looked at the incoming attacks with disdain and let out a low growl. It did not use any complicated techniques or fancy skills. Instead, it relied on the incredible strength and toughness of its body. It used its sharp claws to swat away the golden suns and spat out dark red hellfire to cancel out the golden beam. When an attack did get through, the Red King simply took the hit on its thick, armored scales.
A series of explosions rang out in the sky, filling the air with sparks and smoke. However, the Red King barely moved. Aside from a few white marks and scorch lines on its dark scales, it was completely fine.
It had taken the full power of a Titled Douluo's attacks and remained unharmed. Lion Douluo realized with a sinking feeling of horror that this beast was much stronger than he had expected. He was trapped in a fight he couldn't leave. He felt a wave of frustration and looked down toward his allies.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo! Ghost Leopard! Devil Bear! What are you three doing?" he screamed. "Hurry up and attack! Kill that kid while I have this beast busy!" Ghost Leopard Douluo and Devil Bear Douluo had just climbed out of the rubble from a previous clash.
They had blood on their lips and anger in their eyes. They heard the elder's command and nodded to each other. They moved instantly, turning into streaks of dark and golden light as they raced back toward Tang Chen.
Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was in a state of pure grief and rage. He had just watched his long-time partner and friend, Ghost Douluo, be erased from existence. His eyes were red with tears and fury.
His face, which usually looked elegant, was now twisted into a mask of hate. He stared at Tang Chen and let out a scream that sounded like a dying bird. "Little beast! Come and die! I will have my revenge for Old Ghost!"
Before he even finished speaking, a cloud of golden chrysanthemum petals surrounded him. He moved with a desperate energy, as if he didn't care if he lived or died as long as Tang Chen fell.
He, Ghost Leopard, and Devil Bear formed a triangle, closing in on Tang Chen from three sides. All three were Titled Douluo, and their combined killing intent was enough to make the air feel cold.
"Ninth Spirit Skill: Chrysanthemum Withers, Wounds Fill the Ground, Flowers Fall, Hearts Break!" Yue Guan yelled. The large flower in his hand exploded into billions of tiny golden petals. Each petal was as sharp as a razor and glowed with a cold, sad light.
These petals were more than just weapons; they carried all of his spirit power and all of his sadness. They spun together to form a massive golden tornado that reached from the ground to the clouds. The tornado moved toward Tang Chen, threatening to shred everything in its path.
At the same moment, Ghost Leopard Douluo used his own ultimate move. His ninth spirit ring flashed with a dark green light. "Ninth Spirit Skill: Nether Leopard Shadow Kill!" he shouted. His body split into nine different shadows, each one looking exactly like him. They surrounded Tang Chen, cutting off every possible way to run.
On the third side, Devil Bear Douluo roared as he grew even larger. His muscles bulged like coiled dragons, and his fur stood up like needles. His ninth spirit ring began to glow.
"Ninth Spirit Skill: Berserk Bear Sky Rend!" His claws turned into massive blades of dark energy.
He swung them down, sending ten huge claw marks through the air. These marks looked like they could tear the sky itself into pieces. The three Titled Douluo had combined their strongest attacks to ensure that Tang Chen would not survive.