Chapter 431: The First Battle: Feihuang vs. Qingluan Douluo

"Is that... an Offering from the Offering Hall?" Ning Rongrong stood on the mountain opposite, subconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Only now did she realize what a gargantuan entity her enemy truly was.

Every single person standing over there possessed strength no less than her Bone Grandpa; the Title Douluo who had annihilated the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect back then were actually just the surface-level power.

The Spirit Hall did not even need to deploy its true foundation to wipe out the Upper Three Sects.

"Young Mistress, it is impossible for us alone to take revenge on the Spirit Hall. Give up." Ning Chen, Ning Rongrong's last family servant, was also in despair; he was merely a Level 82 Spirit Douluo.

Any one of those five guys over there could crush him like an ant.

"No, there is still a chance. That person... perhaps..." Ning Rongrong stared at Nan Feihuang with burning eyes; if there was anyone in this world who could help her complete her revenge, Nan Feihuang was the most likely candidate.

Besides, he was already an enemy of the Spirit Hall now, wasn't he? The enemy of an enemy is a friend. Moreover, her family still had three collateral branches married into the Gu Lei Kingdom; she was now willing to set aside the hatred for Bone Grandpa, as long as she could destroy the greater enemy.

"Junior Brother, go for it!" Not far from her, two beautiful young girls were also silently cheering for Feihuang; they were the sisters Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er.

Since they had made the special trip to the Gu Lei Kingdom, they certainly wouldn't leave immediately; at the very least, they had to witness this battle until the end.

On the summit of Guteleisi Mountain, Nan Tianchen stepped forward a few paces and bowed to the five Great Offerings, "Welcome, esteemed Offerings, to our Gu Lei Kingdom."

Golden Crocodile waved his hand, "Nan Tianchen, you don't need to play those empty games. Your Gu Lei Kingdom is courting death, actually daring to challenge my Offering Hall. Since that is the case, we shall grant your wish. Let us begin directly. Who is the first person you are sending out?"

"It is me!" Nan Feihuang walked out from the Gu Lei Kingdom and looked at Qingluan Douluo, "Senior Qingluan, if I am not mistaken, my opponent should be you, right?"

Qingluan smiled slightly, "That is correct, it is indeed me. I did not expect that one day, I would end up crossing hands with a child of only eighteen years."

"Junior Brother is going up first?" Shui Yue'er said worriedly, "Mother said that rumor has it that Qingluan Douluo is a Title Douluo as high as Level 97. Can Junior Brother beat him?"

"There is a chance. Don't forget, when Junior Brother was at the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, didn't he defeat Guangling Douluo? Guangling Douluo is a peak Level 96 Title Douluo. Being able to defeat him means Junior Brother's true strength has already reached at least Level 97," Shui Bing'er comforted her.

Nan Feihuang reached out and summoned his weapon; the imposing Fangtian Halberd was already in his hand, and his Spirit Rings were the first to light up.

One yellow, two purple, three black, and two red—the eight Spirit Rings appeared exceptionally magnificent, shocking quite a few people.

"Two Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings! No wonder you can achieve the combat power of a Title Douluo with the cultivation of a Spirit Douluo," said Qingluan Douluo.

However, there was one point he was still puzzled about. Relying on these two Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings, it was not strange to say that Nan Feihuang could defeat an ordinary Title Douluo.

But a Super Douluo was an entirely different realm. Guangling had said that Nan Feihuang possessed a very powerful Self-created Soul Skill.

Yet, no matter how strong a Self-created Soul Skill was, it still needed to be supported by one's own strength.

Qingluan believed that Nan Feihuang must still be hiding something; these two Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings were simply like the difference between the Nine Great Elders and the Seven Great Consecrators of the Spirit Hall.

The Nine Great Elders were the facade, while the Seven Great Consecrators were the true foundation.

"Then Nan Feihuang, what exactly is your foundation? Let me properly experience it in this battle." Qingluan was indeed the calmest and wisest among the Seven Great Consecrators; in just a brief moment, he had thought of many things.

"Your Excellency Qingluan, a battle in the sky!" Feihuang's right leg lit up, and he flew toward the sky using the flight ability of his Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone. Just like in the Imperial Palace, the mountain top could not withstand a battle at the Super Douluo level.

Qingluan smiled slightly, spread a pair of cyan wings, and followed him up, accompanied by his standard optimal configuration of two yellow, two purple, and five black Spirit Rings.

This martial soul was the Qingluan Divine Bird, a rare martial soul with a cry similar to a phoenix and magnificent plumage.

It was said that Qingluan Douluo was adept at using wind elements and sound waves as means of attack and control. Due to his own martial soul, Qingluan Douluo had excellent eyesight and extreme speed.

Although he started a moment later, he caught up to Nan Feihuang in an instant, "First Soul Skill: Wind Brake Arrow Feather!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—countless feather-shaped cyan lights, carrying a sharp whistling sound, covered the sky and earth as they descended toward Nan Feihuang.

Feihuang rotated the Fangtian Halberd in his hand, holding it in front like a shield; the incoming cyan lights were completely neutralized by Nan Feihuang's soul power.

"Not bad!" Qingluan said calmly. This was only a probing strike; he certainly would not think that a mere First Soul Skill could defeat Nan Feihuang. The real attack was in the next move, "Second Soul Skill: Sorrowful Whistling Wind."

Qingluan let out a cry, and invisible sound waves spread with the wind, echoing for a long time. This move could forcibly stun the target for three seconds.

This was Qingluan Douluo's primary goal: use the first soul skill to obstruct the enemy, use the second soul skill to restrict them while they were defending against the first, and then, within those three seconds, kill the enemy directly with a high-power soul skill.

This was Qingluan Douluo's most commonly used tactic, and generally, few people could resist it.

Qingluan's cry resounded through the heavens and earth. It was clearly a very pleasant sound, but the spectators below, even if they were only caught in the periphery, would have their minds dazed if their cultivation was high, while those with lower cultivation, such as the Shui sisters, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar, were almost all left standing there in a daze.

They had been forcibly stunned.

However, that was useless against Nan Feihuang.

"Ghost Howling Pearl, Mental Shock!" Feihuang's left pupil turned cyan. Although he did not have a Head Soul Bone, he possessed an External Spirit Bone of the mental type that had already evolved to ten thousand years.

Qingluan's mental attack was not only useless against Nan Feihuang, but because Qingluan could not completely seal his Spirit Sea while performing a mental attack, he was caught by Nan Feihuang and swiftly countered.

The power of the External Spirit Bone's Mental Shock was formidable; as long as it hit, even Qingluan Douluo would not fare well.

Yet, shockingly, the speed at which Qingluan closed his Spirit Sea was faster than imaginable. The moment he discovered his second soul skill was useless, he immediately sealed his Spirit Sea.

The Mental Shock was perfectly defended by him.

Feihuang did not mind; compared to mental attacks, his strongest point was still physical attacks.

Gripping the Fangtian Halberd, he pressed forward and slashed down. Facing this overwhelmingly powerful strike, Qingluan Douluo smiled slightly, condensed a whirlwind in his hand, and raised it to block Feihuang's heavy halberd.

Feihuang exerted all his strength, but he could not continue the slash; the halberd blade remained ten centimeters away from Qingluan Douluo's palm.

(End of chapter)