Douluo: Marrying a Wife to Become a God, Having Children for Blessings

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Countless Soul Masters rapidly gathered from the rear, coming to a halt as they stared in awe at the colossal city wall rising amidst the earth-shaking tremors.

"What's happening here?"

"Is the Martial God Douluo planning to single-handedly construct a massive city?"

"My heavens, this wall is already over a hundred meters high! And it's still rising?"

"How is this even possible?"

The Soul Masters were utterly dumbfounded, first and foremost by the sheer height of the wall. Even the renowned Spirit City, the holy land of Soul Masters, had walls that were only 80 meters tall.

Yet this wall had already surpassed Spirit City in height.

What was even more astonishing was that this entire feat was being achieved by Zhou Yi alone, utilizing a single soul skill.

The sheer power was terrifying!

How immense must his Soul Power be to support such a powerful soul skill?

However, considering Zhou Yi had easily defeated Qian Daoliu, a Rank 99 Pinnacle Douluo, it wasn't impossible for him to unleash a technique of such magnitude. After all, it might even be a 100,000-year soul skill.

Boom! Rumble!

Under the stunned gazes of the countless Soul Masters, the wall continued to rise until it finally stopped at a staggering height of 800 meters.

"This is too high!"

"At this height, can it even be fully constructed? How long would it take to finish?"

Even Titled Douluos, gazing at the towering wall, couldn't suppress a sense of insignificance deep in their hearts.

However, they didn't believe Zhou Yi could single-handedly build the entire city.

Surely, this was just a foundation—a single wall erected as a standard. The rest would undoubtedly require vast manpower to complete.

But they were mistaken.

Zhou Yi fully intended to build the entire city by himself.

Firstly, by doing it personally, he could work much faster. With others, who knew how long it would take to construct the grand city he envisioned?

Secondly, the city walls Zhou Yi created with his earth-controlling divine ability were sturdier than solid rock. Not even Titled Douluos could destroy them. This was something no one else could achieve.

The wall stood 800 meters high and was 400 meters thick. Zhou Yi could extend it 400 meters with each application of his earth-controlling technique.

Such power left everyone in complete shock, including Qian Xunji, Ghost Douluo, and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

The overwhelming might was incomprehensible.

No wonder even Qian Daoliu couldn't defeat Zhou Yi.

Terrifying!

"This has to be a 100,000-year soul skill. To unleash such a monstrous technique, the Soul Power consumption must be astronomical. Martial God Douluo Zhou Yi is likely unable to use it more than once," Chrysanthemum Douluo remarked in awe.

"Indeed, the power is immense, and the energy cost must be terrifyingly high," Ghost Douluo agreed.

They absolutely refused to believe Zhou Yi could repeatedly cast such a devastating skill.

"He's coming out!"

Qian Xunji's eyes lit up as he spotted Zhou Yi floating above the city wall, a hint of relief flashing across his face. Moments earlier, even he had been terrified by Zhou Yi's sheer power.

A single soul skill had raised a wall 800 meters high, 400 meters thick, and 400 meters long. It completely defied his understanding of reality.

Thankfully, such a terrifying soul skill could only be used once.

However, seeing Zhou Yi standing calmly in mid-air, Qian Xunji's heart trembled. Zhou Yi's composure suggested that, while he might not be able to cast the skill again, the energy expenditure hadn't been as severe as imagined. Zhou Yi clearly still had plenty of strength left.

At this moment, a domineering longsword appeared in Zhou Yi's hand, its design exuding an aura of unparalleled majesty.

All eyes focused on Zhou Yi, curious about what he intended to do.

Clang!

The Frost-Defying Sword was unsheathed, and an overwhelming sword aura surged skyward. The dazzling brilliance of the sword's light forced everyone to instinctively shut their eyes.

When they reopened them, Zhou Yi had already sheathed his sword.

A wave of confusion swept through the crowd.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Suddenly, fragments of earth and stone began falling from the towering wall. As everyone stared intently, they saw three grand characters carved upon its surface, exuding a sense of invincible might:

[Martial God City]

The towering characters of "Martial God City" each spanned dozens of meters, their golden radiance gleaming brilliantly.

What was truly terrifying, however, was the sheer oppressive aura emanating from the three massive characters. Staring at "Martial God City" felt akin to being swept into a storm of sword qi slashing through the heavens, shattering the earth—a sight both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

"Ah!"

Cries of pain echoed as countless Soul Masters felt their eyes sting, tears streaming uncontrollably. None dared to fix their gaze on the words "Martial God City" any longer.

Initially, Zhou Yi had considered naming it Martial Emperor City.

It seemed more domineering.

But he remembered that on the Douluo Continent, "Soul Emperor" was just a mid-tier rank, far from the pinnacle. Above it were Soul Saints, Soul Douluos, Titled Douluos, and even gods.

Even the small village he had transmigrated to was called "Emperor Soul Village."

The word "Emperor" had been so overused that it had lost its grandeur.

Martial Emperor City lacked the gravitas he sought.

So, he opted for Martial God City, a name that resonated with his own title.

After all, it was his city—he could name it whatever he wanted.

"Martial God City… Martial God City…"

"If a city like this is built, it will undoubtedly be the continent's supreme divine city!"

"But such an eight-hundred-meter-tall city… how much manpower, resources, and time would it take to complete?"

The crowd marveled, their awe tinged with apprehension.

Many among them were eager to join the Martial Sect, but without the city's construction, there would be no Martial Sect to join.

Suddenly—rumble!The earth began to quake once more. To everyone's astonishment, Zhou Yi was now standing on the ground.

With a single stomp of his foot, a surge of earthy yellow light erupted.

The earth heaved and trembled like a dragon awakening, and massive walls formed of soil and stone rose majestically, seamlessly connecting with the pre-existing sections.

"How is this possible?"

"No way!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Qian Xunji, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and the countless Soul Masters were utterly stunned.

Zhou Yi… still had Soul Power? Or was it some kind of martial true qi?

Yet regardless of what they thought, Zhou Yi's actions remained unrelenting.

Step by step, with the casual ease of a leisurely stroll, he crossed vast distances of a hundred meters in a single stride. With every step, towering walls sprang forth from the ground.

Countless Soul Masters stood frozen, their expressions blank with disbelief.

This… wasn't human.

This was godly.

Following Zhou Yi's movements, they realized the scale of the Martial God City he envisioned—it was boundless.

"This is the power of martial arts?"

"Martial God Douluo said it himself: achieving perfection in the Twelfth-level Golden Bell Shield means boundless energy and tireless stamina. It appears he spoke the truth!"

"How terrifying!"

"Indeed, with Martial God Douluo's incredible strength and his inexhaustible energy, who could possibly wear him down? Who in this world could stand against him?"

"With this kind of power, Martial God Douluo could single-handedly crush an army of a million!"

"I must join the Martial Sect!"

"If I could become a disciple of Martial God Douluo himself, that would be even better!"

"Martial arts… martial arts… truly unparalleled!"

Soul Masters' eyes burned with fervent admiration as their respect and awe for Zhou Yi deepened. Like pilgrims, they trailed behind him, captivated by every step he took.

Even Qian Xunji, accompanied by Yue Guan and Gui Mei, followed like lifeless shells.

Watching Zhou Yi effortlessly conjure walls with each step, showing not the slightest hint of exhaustion, Qian Xunji was left numb.

This… this wasn't a human being.

This was a monster.

No wonder Dong'er was utterly defeated.

Who could possibly withstand such power?

"Martial God Douluo is truly divine!"

Emperor Xue Ye let out a long sigh, his face filled with defeat, his eyes reflecting unshakable reverence.

"This man must be befriended, never opposed!"

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