Douluo Dalu: Three-Headed Dragon King

The voice of Chrysanthemum Douluo was extremely effeminate, as if a female soul resided in his body. 'Yin alone cannot grow, yang alone cannot thrive'—perhaps it was precisely due to his unique disposition that he could nurture the peak yang-flavored flower among celestial herbs: the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum.

The skill Tethering Wind, Drawing Haze from Yu Tianming's external soul bone mainly functioned as a space-controlling and enemy-restricting technique.

However, Yu Tianming, who had already reached level 95, had both soul power and physical strength stepping into the divine realm. Chrysanthemum Douluo, on the other hand, was only a level 94 Title Douluo—a slightly stronger one at that. With such a gap in strength, it was only thanks to the powerful Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum that Chrysanthemum Douluo could even manage to utter a word. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to speak at all.

At Chrysanthemum Douluo's call, a shadowy figure silently emerged at his side. What shocked the senses was that this figure flowed like liquid, completely enveloping Chrysanthemum Douluo. Thanks to the ghostly martial spirit's special nature, Ghost Douluo instantly shook off part of Tethering Wind, Drawing Haze's restriction.

Having regained mobility, Yue Guan's expression was grim. Though only a brief exchange had passed, the difference in strength between them and Yu Tianming was already painfully obvious.

The veteran Title Douluo kept his eyes fixed on Yu Tianming. Even Chrysanthemum Douluo barely dared to breathe.

The next moment, a strange phenomenon erupted.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan ignited in golden flames, while the shadow form of Ghost Douluo simultaneously blazed with silver fire. As the gold and silver flames intertwined, eighteen soul rings lit up, and their merged forms transformed into a massive bi-colored halo, silently soaring outward.

Though Yu Tianming had prepared for this, he still felt his vision blur. The world turned into gold and silver. In that moment, everything seemed to freeze.

Everyone was frozen—the soul masters in the chaotic caravan, Tang San scrambling back with his ruined backside, even Qian Renxue disguised as Xue Qinghe beside Yu Tianming stopped in her tracks.

The technique's name flashed through Yu Tianming's mind—Two Extremes Stasis Domain—a classic martial soul fusion technique.

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were rarely apart, not just because of their close relationship, but primarily due to this fusion technique. It was one of the Spirit Hall's most guarded secrets. Martial soul fusion was rare, and for Title Douluo, it was nearly unheard of. Yet this golden-silver light was precisely such a skill—one that could freeze both an opponent's skills and movements.

Of course, in order to pull this off, both Douluo had to give it their all, rendering them incapable of attacking—making it a control technique born from their total focus. It was perhaps the strongest form of control any mortal soul master could display.

Despite its strength, the Two Extremes Stasis Domain could only slightly slow Yu Tianming.

"Boundless Wild Cosmos."

Sensing the restraint, Yu Tianming's brows furrowed. His ninth golden soul ring lit up, and the next moment, while everyone remained frozen, he moved freely.

This soul skill came from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, whose golden soul ring granted him two skills: one to control space—Orderly Realm Returns to Origin, and one to manipulate time—Boundless Wild Cosmos. Though it couldn't reverse time, it could accelerate, decelerate, and even pause it, perfectly filling the gap in Yu Tianming's time-space capabilities.

'Interesting… this isn't just time-stopping—it's the fusion of ultimate yin and ultimate yang. This is the power of Yin and Yang, a force far superior to temporal abilities.' With his understanding of time-based skills, Yu Tianming instantly saw the truth behind the fusion technique.

Time manipulation might be rare in Douluo Continent, but not unheard of. Even Dugu Bo's eighth soul skill touched on it. But this fusion wasn't simply time—it was a blending of the ultimate polarities, yin and yang. A primitive form of Liang Yi, the dual principles of the cosmos. It was far beyond basic time control.

Unfortunately, the two Douluo were still mortal. Against someone like Yu Tianming, their limiting power was negligible.

Realizing this, both Douluo immediately understood they stood no chance. The gold-silver fusion ring shattered into specks of starlight. The next instant, both vanished into shadows, melting into the night.

"Ultimate yin and yang… the force of Liang Yi… very interesting. Once I master the Five Elements, I'll come find you both again." Yu Tianming didn't chase them. Instead, he gazed into the dark night, his thoughts drifting far away.

He withdrew Slowing Domain and Anti-Magic Field. The thousand-plus black-robed soul masters scattered like birds, fleeing into the mountains. They all belonged to Spirit Hall—and would one day come under Qian Renxue's command. To Yu Tianming, whether they were imperial guards or Spirit Hall assassins, they were all his. Any casualties would be his losses.

The sudden crisis had erupted and resolved in seconds. Though no one truly knew what had happened, the caravan of fifteen teams from the Heaven Dou Division broke into excited chaos.

Within the Blaze Team's protective circle, Huo Wu hastily tied up her loose red hair and looked toward the vanished battlefield. She turned to Huo Wushuang and muttered, "Why did the attackers retreat so suddenly? Could it be…"

Huo Wushuang nodded, pointing at the now-dimmed golden fireball in the sky. "I'm certain that was Tianming's fifth soul skill. There's not much public info about him, but it's clear enough."

Huo Wu inhaled sharply. "That was only his fifth soul skill? He really wasn't bluffing. Not even twenty, and he already has the strength of a Title Douluo…"

Blue Tyrant Academy's team stood back-to-back. Watching the fluctuations from Yu Tianming's direction, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged glances and muttered in unison, "So this is a true powerhouse…"

Oscar gazed at the smiling Ning Rongrong. Xiao Wu looked toward the direction Tang San had run. Neither could hide their silent bitterness.

"All right, everything's settled. Everyone, get to sleep—we still have a long road ahead," Flender waved them off, rounding up the Blue Tyrant team and herding them into their carriage.

In the darkness, Yu Tianming stood alone, gazing silently in the direction the two Title Douluo had fled.

Like the Dragon God, he cultivated both body and elements. But now, inspired by Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, a new path dawned on him: Master the Five Elements, then grasp the duality of Yin and Yang—use this to evolve his inner world and strengthen his being.

"Yue'er, though I have the Angel martial soul, and though the current Pope is my mother…" Qian Renxue hesitated, her voice subdued. "We don't have a good relationship. I didn't know about this ambush…"

Yu Tianming turned to the nervous girl beside him and gave her a gentle smile. "Xue'er, this is nothing. I'm not angry—I was just lost in thought about cultivation."

He looked toward the busy caravan, pulled her into his arms, and patted her shoulder. "You're the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou Empire, the leader of these fifteen teams. It's time you restored some order."

Qian Renxue said nothing, but the smile at the corners of her lips gave her away. She turned and walked toward the torch-lit caravan.

As everything settled, the fires of the caravan slowly died down. Once things quieted, Tang San—who'd been hiding and waiting—gently knocked on Jiangzhu's door.

"Captain… it's so late. What is it?" Jiangzhu peeked out at Tang San's pale face and asked softly.

Tang San said the line he had prepared, "Jiangzhu, I was fighting outside during the attack. I got wounded by those flower petals. I was wondering if you could treat me…"

"Oh, then come in! Let me take a look." She stepped aside to let him in.

The space was small—just a bed and a narrow aisle. As Jiangzhu shut the door, she noticed the bright red robe around Tang San's waist.

"Captain… what happened to you? Why are you injured… there?" she asked, covering her mouth in shock.

Tang San didn't answer. Instead, he exhaled slowly, yanked off the robe, and turned around. "Can you treat it?"

His injury had already scabbed over in black-red blood. Because the cut was so precise, the scab had fused both sides of his buttocks together. The sight was grotesque.

Jiangzhu stood frozen, stunned. "Captain, that's a serious wound! And you managed to stop the bleeding yourself? Unbelievable. I can treat it, but it will take time… you're missing a fist-sized chunk of flesh, and I'm just a Soul Elder. Rushing it could cause problems."

"It's fine. Take your time. As long as it can heal…" Tang San sighed in relief. If not, he'd be stuck in adult diapers for the rest of his life.

Jiangzhu summoned her healing staff. Soft green light filled the tiny space as she began. "Captain, there's still a month until we reach Spirit City. I'll stabilize you for now—when we get there, ask Ye Lingling for help."

Tang San nodded. "Got it. And today…"

"Don't worry. I'll keep your secret."

.........

The next morning, in Spirit City.

Grandmaster had already arrived at the Pope's discussion hall. He sipped fine tea, staring blankly into the cup.

"You are not to disturb us unless I give the order."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

At last, the grand, three-meter archway opened. A soft voice sounded outside, pulling Grandmaster back to reality.

A woman walked in, dressed in a black robe trimmed with gold. She wore a Nine-Curve Purple Gold Crown and held a two-meter scepter studded with gems. Her noble aura was impossible to ignore.

Grandmaster's dazed eyes grew complex—remorse, memories, and sorrow.

Bibi Dong looked back at the broken man. Though she appeared youthful, she was a year older than him, her cultivation preserving her beauty.

Her scepter tapped the ground with a crisp ding. Her melodic voice echoed through the hall.

"Xiao Gang, it's been twenty years. You finally came."

Grandmaster averted his gaze, voice strained. "It's been so long… are you well?"

"Above all others. What could be bad? As ruler of Spirit Hall, even emperors show me deference. But you—how did you end up scrubbing latrines at Blue Tyrant Academy?"

His eyes twitched, and he grew anxious. "Bibi Dong, you don't understand—"

"Address me as the Pope, or call me Your Holiness." She cut him off coldly.

His pupils contracted. Head bowed in shame, he murmured, "Yes… Your Holiness."

"What brings you here? It's been twenty years."

"I came… to ask for something."

"Oh?" She raised an elegant brow. "You, asking me for help? Looks like your pride has changed. No wonder you ended up scrubbing—"

(End of Chapter)

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