"Hey, aren't you supposed to be the elite of the Spirit Hall? The pinnacle of Soul Masters across the continent? Can you at least show some of that Titled Douluo presence?"
Floating quietly in midair, Chen Xiaoming bellowed at Bibi Dong and the others, who were still in shock.
"Come on, show some passion! I've already killed seven of your Titled Douluo! Seven! And yet, you all look like you haven't even had breakfast!"
Having beaten them to the point of doubting their own existence, Chen Xiaoming had no choice but to unleash his taunting skills, hoping to reignite their fighting spirit.
"Look at you—calling yourselves Titled Douluo! If you don't kill me today, tomorrow the entire continent will be buzzing with: 'Shocking! The ten great Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall utterly crushed by a single man, left unable to care for themselves!'"
"Is that the kind of headline you want to see?"
Midair, Chen Xiaoming chattered on endlessly, his trash talk unrivaled. For a moment, the countless spectators below were left speechless.
"Dai Boss, what the hell is Teacher Chen doing?"
Fatty's confused gaze flickered between Chen Xiaoming and the stunned crowd. The more he listened, the more bewildered he became. Was this still the invincible Chen Xiaoming he knew? Why did he feel more like the King of Trash Talk now?
"Uh… no idea. Maybe he's deliberately provoking Spirit Hall's powerhouses?"
Dai Mubai glanced at Bibi Dong and the others, only to see their faces flush red with anger, their fists clenching tightly. The fury in their eyes, fueled by their soul power, looked like it was about to explode.
"Chen! Xiao! Ming! You've gone too far!"
Bibi Dong's roar, imbued with her overwhelming soul power, tore through the sky, echoing for miles. She stepped forward, and as her seventh soul ring flashed, her body blurred. Her upper body sank forward, and in an instant, her dark purple exoskeleton spread across her form, transforming her into a massive spider. The green bristles on her eight legs turned completely violet, and a faint purple radiance enveloped her entire being.
This was Bibi Dong's Martial Soul True Body—the Death Spider Emperor.
The violet glow intensified. The eighth black soul ring on Bibi Dong's body shone brilliantly, and with a flicker of light and shadow, another identical Death Spider Emperor appeared beside her.
With two Death Spiders now manifested, Bibi Dong's aura didn't weaken. Instead, the oppressive purple glow around her intensified. A domain infused with deadly poison spread toward Chen Xiaoming.
Within Bibi Dong's Death Domain, the toxic environment was absolute. Moreover, teleportation abilities were completely nullified—her strategy to suppress Chen Xiaoming's speed.
Beside her, Golden Crocodile Douluo was both shocked by Bibi Dong's power and enraged by Chen Xiaoming's taunts. His seventh soul ring radiated with a blinding golden light. Suddenly, every scale on his body stood on end, his white hair hardened into a thick, keratinous layer, encasing his head. He crouched forward slightly, his posture resembling a monstrous crocodile.
At the same time, the other Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall also activated their Martial Soul True Bodies, their seventh soul rings flashing. Vast soul power surged, covering the skies above Spirit Hall. The sheer pressure was like the heavens collapsing, making the very air tremble.
"Attack!"
Five figures charged at Chen Xiaoming in unison. This time, they didn't rely on ranged soul attacks. Instead, they aimed to fight him head-on with their Martial Souls.
The honor of Spirit Hall was theirs to defend!
"Die!"
A massive crocodile tail, eight razor-sharp spider legs shimmering with eerie violet light, and several colossal staff shadows all came crashing down toward Chen Xiaoming at once.
The combined assault of five Titled Douluo tore through the air with deafening blasts. The sheer power of the crocodile tail and spider spears distorted the surrounding space, as if the very fabric of reality was being shattered.
"Haha! Now that's more like it!"
Seeing them go all out, Chen Xiaoming laughed heartily. His trash talk hadn't been in vain—sometimes, a little provocation was all it took.
A dazzling silver radiance erupted from his body, instantly enveloping him. The immense energy of his hundred-thousand-year soul bones surged, their silver engravings glowing like ancient inscriptions beneath the light.
A torrent of power coursed through every meridian in Chen Xiaoming's body, surpassing anything he had ever felt before.
"So this… is my true strength?"
Clenching his fists, he could feel it—this was power enough to crush a Titled Douluo with a single punch. For the first time, he pushed his strength to the absolute limit.
But what was even more terrifying was that the silver radiance around him was condensing, clinging to his body like a silver battle suit.
The ethereal glow flickered, and his already monstrous power surged even further.
It was as if the dormant bloodline within him had finally found an outlet—bursting forth with reckless abandon.
Chen Xiaoming swallowed hard. He hadn't expected this outcome from fully unleashing his power. He looked up, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes as he watched Bibi Dong and the others charge toward him.
Chen Xiaoming: It's not that I want to act arrogant… my bloodline is forcing me! I really don't have a choice!
"Swish!"
With a light tap of his foot, Chen Xiaoming's figure blurred, about to vanish.
Bibi Dong's cold voice rang out. "You won't escape!"
Her Death Domain spread instantly, enveloping him. But as the silver light around Chen Xiaoming flickered, the Death Domain was completely nullified.
"Relax, I'll be gentle!"
Targeting a staff-wielding Titled Douluo, a powerhouse with a Spirit Power Rank of 97, Chen Xiaoming whispered softly beside his ear. The man's expression froze in confusion. But before he could react—
Boom!
Chen Xiaoming's fist, carrying the full force of his unleashed power, blazed with silver light as it smashed into the man's Martial Soul True Body.
The golden glow of the Martial Soul instantly shattered. The overwhelming power, soul bone resonance, and bloodline eruption combined into a single devastating strike.
The Titled Douluo felt his Martial Soul tremble as if breaking apart. A surge of blood rushed to his throat, his soul power thrown into chaos. His vision darkened, and he collapsed on the spot.
Chen Xiaoming didn't pause. Bibi Dong and the others were already attacking again, determined to take him down at any cost.
Bibi Dong's eyes gleamed with madness—if Chen Xiaoming wasn't eliminated, the great mission of Spirit Hall would never succeed!
Two Death Spider Emperors, sixteen deadly spider spears, shot toward every vital point on Chen Xiaoming's body.
She refused to believe it—no matter how strong he was, he couldn't remain unscathed if impaled by all of them!
"DIE, CHEN! XIAO! MING!"
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