Chapter 255: Duel with Yu Yuanzhen
"Kill me?" Luo Ling's smile faded, replaced by a look of disdain. "You think you can?"
As the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen's strength was undeniable—but to Luo Ling, he was hardly a threat.
His eyes gleamed with heat. Ever since attaining his true martial spirit form, he hadn't had a real battle. If Yu Yuanzhen wanted a fight, he was more than willing.
"Good! Good! Good!" Yu Yuanzhen repeated, his face turning icy cold.
Tang Hao's eyes lit up with satisfaction; he thought Yu Yuanzhen wouldn't act, yet Luo Ling's provocation had pushed him into it.
Yu Yuanzhen wasted no more words. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit possessed his body.
Terrifying lightning erupted around him, followed by the appearance of nine spirit rings.
"Boy! Even if the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were here, I'd still make you understand what happens when you challenge me!" Yu Yuanzhen roared.
Luo Ling said nothing. The Original Spirit enveloped him—seven spirit rings rose into the air, the last two a blazing crimson, each representing a hundred-thousand-year ring.
The Shadow Scythe appeared in his hand as dark, malevolent energy flooded through the forest.
The oppressive aura was even more terrifying than Yu Yuanzhen's thunder, chilling the very air around them.
Beside him appeared another figure identical to Luo Ling himself—the Raven Shadow Puppet, also holding a Shadow Scythe.
Yu Yuanzhen's face twitched in shock. Two Luo Lings, identical in presence and power—it was disorienting.
"Let me see for myself," both Lings spoke in unison, their tones echoing eerily, "the true strength of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch."
Their spirit rings vanished, and it became impossible to tell which was the real Luo Ling.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression darkened. Since words were meaningless, he acted immediately, aiming his strike at the Luo Ling whose spirit rings had been revealed earlier.
The moment Yu Yuanzhen moved, an overwhelming aura of darkness radiated from Luo Ling.
Yu Yuanzhen instantly felt nearly half of his spirit power suppressed. Worse yet, waves of killing intent and psychic pressure crashed down on him from every direction.
The Abyss of No Light, fused with the Killing God Domain and the Mind Domain, engulfed everything in darkness.
Under the combined effects of Luo Ling's domains, Yu Yuanzhen's strength dropped drastically—more than half gone in an instant.
Within the absolute blackness, Luo Ling watched him quietly. This was the first time he had unleashed all his abilities at once.
By calculation, Yu Yuanzhen's power was now barely twenty percent of his peak. Of course, real combat wasn't pure math—some resistance always existed—but even so, he could now only exert maybe forty percent of his full capability.
If Luo Ling activated the Evil God's Eye—his external soul bone—it would weaken Yu Yuanzhen even further. But that wasn't necessary.
Scythe in hand, Luo Ling lunged forward.
The boundless darkness was his weapon, his perfect cover.
Countless ravens swirled around, feathers cutting through the air as the Shadow Scythe descended in a gray arc.
Soul Reap—its target, Yu Yuanzhen's very spirit.
A bone-chilling scream tore through the darkness.
Yu Yuanzhen felt as if his soul itself were being cleaved apart.
Even those nearby felt their spirits tremble.
Luo Ling's domains and suppression fields were indiscriminate—he didn't bother to isolate them.
Tang Hao, Tang San, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon elites—even Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo—all found their power momentarily suppressed.
Though Soul Reap had struck true, Yu Yuanzhen survived.
A Titled Douluo was still a Titled Douluo. Luo Ling's spiritual strength might rival such a level, but his physical and spirit power remained those of a Soul Douluo.
Even with his power reduced by sixty percent, Yu Yuanzhen could easily block an attack from that level.
With a roar, Yu Yuanzhen unleashed his Dragonification Technique—several spirit rings shone at once, flooding him with buffs.
Lightning thundered violently, shattering the Abyss of No Light at last.
The darkness lifted, and the battlefield returned to view.
At the center stood a towering dragon man clad in armor made of lightning.
But his eyes were blood-red, streams of crimson trickling down his face—the mark of soul damage.
Glaring at the levitating Luo Ling, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes flickered with fury, fear, and regret all at once.
Tang Hao and Tang San pulled back immediately. As the killing aura spread, Tang San stared in disbelief.
"The Killing God Domain?" he whispered.
Tang Hao's expression darkened. Few had ever emerged from the Slaughter City alive.
Aside from himself and Pope Bibi Dong, only two others had—an undead wanderer and the Hell Messenger, plus Tang San.
In midair, Luo Ling's silhouette overlapped faintly with that of a figure Tang Hao once knew from the Slaughter City.
Tang Hao's eyes widened in shock. "The Undying?"
Tang San looked equally stunned.
"Impossible! How could Luo Ling be the Undying?" Tang San shouted, nearly hysterical.
Passing through the Hell Road had been his greatest pride. Yet Luo Ling had survived it long before him—and with no help from the Asura God. Tang San would have perished on that road alone.
Luo Ling's lips curled slightly. "Tang San, I'm the one who killed the Ten-Headed Blaze Serpent on the Hell Road. You made it through thanks to me. Don't you think you owe me a bow of gratitude?"
Tang San's fists clenched so tightly that his nails drew blood from his palms. He had no response—Luo Ling's words were the truth.
As they spoke, Yu Yuanzhen's rumbling voice cut through the tension. "Boy, I admit you're strong. But no matter how strong you are, you're still just a Spirit Saint!"
"Even weakened, I'm not someone you can humiliate!"
With a roar, his seventh spirit ring shone bright—Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon True Body!
Lightning engulfed him, transforming him instantly into a colossal dragon of blue thunder.
Tang Hao responded in kind, summoning the Clear Sky True Body. Two Titled Douluo now confronted Luo Ling together.
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo moved swiftly, stepping forward to intercept Tang Hao. The atmosphere reached its peak.
"Boy, I'll show you the price of your arrogance! No matter how talented you are, a dead genius is meaningless!" Yu Yuanzhen's dragon form bellowed.
His eighth ring flared—Dragon Soars, Thunder Explodes!
Dark-blue lightning clouds gathered in the sky, energy coalescing into a terrifying storm.
Luo Ling lifted his gaze to the heavens, his expression calm as still water.
Then, under Yu Yuanzhen's astonished eyes, his body slowly faded—vanishing completely as if he had never existed.
(END CHAPTER)
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