Chapter 92: Bury your head low, the world-famous painting is frozen here, Qian Gu Dong

"I, we?"

Long Chen and the five were stunned, doubting if their ears had misheard. The two-word Character Doukai Imperial Dragon was almost beaten to pieces, and we don't even have a one-word Character Doukai!

The two martial soul fusion skills were like insurmountable chasms to others, but facing Zhao Xuanzhen, that complete monster, they were just two little kittens going up to breathe!

"Give it to me!"

Xu Tianzhao roared hoarsely, like a gambler who had lost his eyes red. From the initial rage because Zhao Xuanzhen challenged six, to now rejoicing in Zhao Xuanzhen's arrogance.

What one-on-one agreement, what group fighting is not fair—anyway, it was Zhao Xuanzhen's own choice to challenge six. Xu Tianzhao wanted to turn defeat into victory!

He didn't want to become the biggest joke in the history of the Douluo Continent. Only the thought of winning back remained in his mind!

On one side was Zhao Xuanzhen, who was completely unable to resist, and on the other side was the academy crown prince Xu Tianzhao, who had lost all reason. Long Chen and the five looked at each other miserably. The gods fight, the mortals suffer. There was no good ending either way, so they could only choose a slightly more decent ending.

After all, they were students of the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and would definitely be able to enter the Mingde Hall for further study in the future. Zhao Xuanzhen would leave after fighting, and perhaps they wouldn't see him a second time in their lives, but Xu Tianzhao was a remnant of the Sun-Moon royal family, and his family was the guardian behind the Mingde Hall. He had many ways to torture them.

Weighing the pros and cons, the five made a choice in an instant, obeying Xu Tianzhao's orders and doing their best for the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy!

"Roar—"

Golden light like a tide, the holy dragon roar resounded through the clouds, four soul rings shone, the Bright Holy Dragon bloodline in Long Chen's body boiled, his whole body's bones crackled, and golden dragon scales appeared on the surface of his skin.

The ground exploded, and a golden long road condensed by bright energy extended from Long Chen's feet. A long spear appeared out of thin air, entangled with the Bright Holy Dragon phantom. Where the spear tip pointed, light flames were like waterfalls, determined to wash away the darkness!

Combination soul skill, Light Dragon Holy Spear!

Long Chen was indeed the number one single-combat power under fifteen in the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, but the two major martial soul fusion skills were their ultimate trump card for this generation.

Jian Mochen and Kuang Zhantian stood opposite each other. One threw the Sky Tiger Giant Shield, and the other swung the Sky Tiger Battle Axe. The moment the shield and axe collided, a silver-white Sky Tiger with wings on its back descended. The tiger body was as strong as a mountain, and when its wings spread, it set off a violent hurricane.

Martial soul fusion skill, Tiger Summon!

The cold wave froze the world. Xue Liushuang and Weng Daimin, two young girls, held their palms together, their soul power merged and aggregated, their figures turned into ice crystals and dissipated, and they reorganized into a blue-skirted woman over three feet tall.

Her long hair hung down to her waist, a pair of ice eyes seemed to reveal the cold light of the extreme north, and the ice wheel suspended behind her head spun at high speed, countless ice edges pouring down like a rainstorm. The woman swung her ice crystal long sword, the ground froze with thick ice layers, and paths of cold ice sword Qi swirled and danced!

Martial soul fusion skill, Ice Goddess!

"I want to win, I want to win!!!"

Purple flames filled the sky, as if the purgatory was overturned. Xu Tianzhao was ignited with deep purple flames all over his body. It was a family secret method that stimulated the destruction bloodline of the Purple Emperor Extinguishing Heaven Dragon.

The sixth soul ring lit up, Xu Tianzhao raised his arms high, the space behind him was slightly distorted, and a hundred-meter-long purple dragon phantom suddenly appeared. The dragon scales were like blades, the eyes were scarlet, and the dragon claws waved, bringing the humming sound of space collapse.

The giant dragon roared to the sky, the sound wave contained monstrous destruction power, the earth cracked, gravel suspended, and the Zero Soul-Fighting Arena was like the end of the world. The next second, Xu Tianzhao soared into the sky and merged with the giant dragon, diving down with the crazy posture of dying together, leaving a long-unhealed purple crack on the path he passed!

Sixth soul skill, World-Extinguishing Huang Dragon Attack!

The sky, the earth, and everything in sight were erupting soul skills. The black and white lotus flower flowing with Yin and Yang Qi finally bloomed. The Spirit Rui Water Pig rushed into Zhao Xuanzhen's fifth soul ring, soul spirit entering the skill, Chaos Lotus!

The first impression the Chaos Lotus gave people was not extreme power, but the beauty that went deep into the heart. In the field of vision of the 150,000 spectators in the auditorium, the Zero Soul-Fighting Arena bloomed with a beautiful lotus flower, swallowing the six Sun-Moon students who attacked.

The world turned into a silent black and white. The Chaos Lotus spread out hot Yin and Yang flames, and the flames were layer upon layer, as if there was no limit forever.

The Bright Holy Dragon spear broke, the Sky Tiger wailed and struggled, the Ice Goddess's frost and snow evaporated in a second, and the purple giant dragon that descended from the sky barely advanced a few meters. Thousands of lotus flames with thin black and white tails rose, disintegrating the destruction aura from all directions, and the giant dragon finally made a painful dragon roar.

The soul guidance shield energy was full, resisting the aftermath of the Chaos Lotus. 150,000 pairs of eyes stared at the battlefield without blinking, and more gazes were projected through major broadcast channels. Countless people in the Sun-Moon Federation were looking forward to witnessing the outcome of this peak battle that determined the fate of the two academies and two super geniuses.

"Whoosh—"

The black and white firelight dissipated, and the dust was torn by invisible hands like black silk. A golden figure stepped out, and the robes entangled with flowing wind were not stained with half a speck of dust. The collapsing soul-fighting arena made a broken humming sound under his feet, and the suspended sand and gravel refracted the light waterfall of the sky's scorching sun, plating the outline into a silhouette cast in gilded gold.

Raising his hand to disperse the gray screen, Zhao Xuanzhen's golden light leaked from his fingertips, as if freezing this ruin, and he walked against the light flow toward the purple figure kneeling on both knees in the center of the soul-fighting arena.

Xu Tianzhao's legs were twisted into strange shapes, kneeling on the ground with tears in his eyes.

Suddenly seeing Zhao Xuanzhen approaching him, Xu Tianzhao raised his dragon-scale-shattered dragon claws, wanting to hook the brilliant golden arm, but he had already lost all his strength, and his hand hung softly after being raised halfway.

"Bury your head low."

Zhao Xuanzhen's voice was light and swaying, but it sounded like thunder in Xu Tianzhao's ears.

The two academies spared no effort to create momentum for this battle. The winner becomes the only super new star in Douluo, enjoying the cheers and admiration of thousands of people, while the loser no longer has the qualification to look up from now on.

Xu Tianzhao understood this point, so he was incomparably afraid of failure before. However, the ending still moved forward toward the worst form.

"I... have nothing left..."

Zhao Xuanzhen's simple four words were the last straw that broke the camel's back, breaking Xu Tianzhao's fragile and thin heart defense.

This number one genius of the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy burst into tears. The glory of the past was burned to ashes, and only a lifetime of shame would be left for him in the future.

150,000 people had sorrowful faces. Most of them were supporters of the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. Xu Tianzhao's failure was equivalent to their failure. The Purple Emperor Extinguishing Heaven Dragon of the Sun-Moon Empire royal family still failed to bring glory to these supporters.

Zhao Xuanzhen's slender and straight figure stood proudly, with Xu Tianzhao kneeling and crying at his feet, and sorrowful Sun-Moon spectators in all directions. The media's flashes went off non-stop, and the world-famous painting was frozen here.

"Class monitor is majestic and invincible, True Self is invincible in the world!"

In the midst of sorrow, the cheers of Shi Laike's first grade were particularly harsh, but if you win, you should put on a face, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of winning!

Yang Nianxia laughed from ear to ear, leading the class students to compile various slogans to celebrate Zhao Xuanzhen's victory, and at the same time attracted many reporters to turn their cameras to take photos. This fanaticism of the first grade would also become a memory of this battle passed down to future generations.

In the first-grade team, the six people of Tang Wulin who had been defeated before had mixed feelings. In front of Zhao Xuanzhen's halo, any proud son of heaven would be eclipsed and become a foil.

They had always regarded Zhao Xuanzhen as a target to catch up with, but after a year of study life, not only did they fail to narrow the gap between each other, but they couldn't even see Zhao Xuanzhen's back.

Gu Yue stared at that handsome side face, and she seemed to understand a little bit why Xiang Xiang Naer was always shouting that Zhao Xuanzhen was unreasonably good-looking. The young man's wanton and publicized appearance was more fascinating than all famous paintings.

Gu Yue, who had always been cold, was so moved. As a core member of the strong-worshipping faction, Ye Xinglan's heart was beating like a drum, and Xu Lizhi on the side felt heartache, his fat hands pinching his thighs tightly.

"Ding-a-ling—"

The bell rang, Principal Mo Hongchen handed the unconscious Long Chen and others in his hand to the healing soul master, and ordered them to take away Xu Tianzhao, whose Tao heart was broken, and then picked up the soul guidance communicator heavily.

"Hand over the things to Zhao Xuanzhen."

Xiang Yunming left a sentence and hung up the communication neatly, without worrying about the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy going back on their word.

Back then, Xiang Yunming broke into Mingdu and took away Saint Spirit Douluo Yali, beating Mingdu until it was almost swallowed by space cracks. How terrifying a Qingtian Douluo who occupies the moral high ground is, the Red Dust family and the royal remnants dare not bet.

Sighing for a long time, Principal Mo Hongchen suddenly recalled the ancestor of the Red Dust family ten thousand years ago. It seemed to be the same, challenging the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy alone, casting a generation of legends.

History is like a cycle, repeating itself continuously.

"Follow me."

Principal Mo Hongchen transmitted his voice secretly. Zhao Xuanzhen nodded slightly, and the two left the Zero Soul-Fighting Arena and came to the treasure pavilion deep underground in the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

Zhao Xuanzhen admired the dazzling array of treasures. Seeing this, Principal Mo Hongchen couldn't help but open his mouth:

"Zhao Xuanzhen, is there any possibility of cooperation between us?"

"If you leave Shi Laike Academy and turn to Sun-Moon, you can open any conditions. I swear in the name of the current Dean of the Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and the head of the Red Dust family, Sun-Moon is willing to satisfy everything you want."

"Three-surname slave, not interested." Zhao Xuanzhen said lightly.

Spirit Tower, Shi Laike Academy, Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy—isn't that the Douluo version of Lu Bu!

The end of the prison cloth at White Gate Tower is vivid, Zhao Xuanzhen naturally cannot be a three-surname slave!

Shi Laike Academy has the Golden Tree, has the time, place, and people to cultivate the two Eight Deceit Gods. The mere Sun-Moon Royal Soul Master Academy still wants to covet his body—daydreaming!

Principal Mo Hongchen stopped talking, picked up the blue-white jade box made of extreme north cold jade from the deepest part of the treasure pavilion, and handed it to Zhao Xuanzhen.

The Sun-Moon Empire used the power of the whole country to kill the Silver Dragon. Ten thousand years of time passed quietly. The bones, blood, and scales of the Silver Dragon were all utilized to the extreme, leaving only this Dragon Pill.

In that era, there was no Limit Douluo in the Sun-Moon Empire itself, and even if it was a Limit Douluo, it could not absorb the Silver Dragon Dragon Pill. The Dragon Pill was more of a symbolic meaning, which was the so-called face.

It was ice-cold to the touch. Zhao Xuanzhen opened the jade box, and the dragon roar exploded. The ink-colored pupils reflected the silver-white dragon shadow covering the sky and the sun. That was not a real creature, but the pressure of the Dragon Pill's evil spirit!

The spiritual sea set off a stormy sea, and the Silver Dragon's evil spirit turned into continuous ice mountains falling, replaying the memory fragments of the Silver Dragon being skinned and cramped. The movement was so great that it even alarmed the Teng Snake sleeping in Zhao Xuanzhen's spiritual sea, which showed the strength of this Silver Dragon before his death!

The silver light flowed on the surface of the fist-sized Dragon Pill, and a semi-transparent dragon phantom curled up in the core. Seeing that it was the real thing, Zhao Xuanzhen closed the jade box, put it into the storage soul guidance device under Principal Mo Hongchen's painful eyes, and turned away:

"Thank you, Dean Hongchen, for your gift. See you later."

Spirit Tower headquarters.

In the dark secret room, Spirit Tower Master Qian Gu Dongfeng turned off the soul guidance TV, his face gloomy to the point of dripping water.

Zhao Xuanzhen is a core disciple of the Spirit Tower. His own descendants have achieved such huge glory. Normally, Qian Gu Dongfeng would issue a statement.

While desperately blowing Zhao Xuanzhen, he secretly indicated that this was a peerless genius cultivated by the Spirit Tower, and it had nothing to do with Shi Laike Academy.

At this moment, Qian Gu Dongfeng had no mood, because Zhao Xuanzhen's surname is Zhao, not Qian Gu.

The Spirit Tower has developed to this day, and the parliamentary system has long existed in name only. To put it bluntly, it is the most primitive family inheritance system.

The Qian Gu family is the main vein of the Spirit Tower, and branches such as the Phoenix family are branches. Qian Gu Dongfeng originally thought that Zhao Xuanzhen would inherit Leng Yaozhu's position as Deputy Tower Master and be the protector general of Qian Gu Zhangting.

Now it seems that with Qian Gu Zhangting's half-hanging stick technique, how can he suppress this monster roaring in the world!

The main vein is declining, and the branch is strong. This is definitely a sign of turmoil.

The Qian Gu family is a latecomer, so they pay unusual attention to the control of the Spirit Tower. Only the Phoenix family, which ranks second, controls 30% of the Spirit Tower's power, and it is limited to the Sun-Moon Federation. The remaining 70% of the power, plus the other two continents, are all controlled by the Qian Gu family.

The Phoenix family's bloodline is withered. Twenty years ago, Qian Gu Dongfeng was ready, arranged the holy grandson Qian Gu Zhangting in advance, and waited for the death of the Sky Phoenix Douluo Leng Yaozhu to swallow the property of the Phoenix family.

God did not fulfill his wish. Leng Yaozhu adopted Zhao Xuanzhen, and Zhao Xuanzhen was slowly gathering a group of future-promising teams around him.

Silver Dragon Xiang Xiang Naer, Element Gu Yue and the hidden family behind her, twin martial soul Yuan En Yehui, Ye Xinglan, the descendant of the Star Saint Sword family who often enters the Spirit Tower with them, the God-Craftsman-like Jiutian, as well as Li Qiankun, the Black Swan family, etc...

If Zhao Xuanzhen doesn't have any plans for the Tower Master, Qian Gu Dongfeng dares to unscrew his head and send it to him as a ball!

Or take a step back, even if Zhao Xuanzhen himself doesn't covet the Tower Master position, will that group of followers, for the sake of their own family's interests, spontaneously put something on Zhao Xuanzhen?

"A genius who is not used by me has a way to die..."

Qian Gu Dongfeng's eyes were fierce, and he dialed a number:

"Ghost Emperor, you Saint Spirit Cult help me do one thing..."

(End of chapter)