"What's wrong?" Just as they entered the Star Dou Great Forest, Bone Douluo noticed that Ning Rongrong's speed had slowed down, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.
The Star Dou Great Forest might be very dangerous, but that was for others.
For Gu Rong, who had spatial abilities, and Ning Rongrong, who had time and space abilities and could escape at any time, it was like returning home.
Moreover, the serious expression on Ning Rongrong's face was something Bone Douluo rarely saw.
"Near the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest, there is a large amount of Titled Douluo-level combat power fighting."
Approaching the second realm of perfection, Ning Rongrong's perception ability had greatly improved.
It was just a vague perception, but she could detect the abnormal energy fluctuations in the air.
"Titled Douluo fighting?" Bone Douluo furrowed his brows. "Can you tell who it is?"
"Too far away, the energy rampage is too chaotic to distinguish." Ning Rongrong shook her head, then glanced at a distant vine area with the corner of her eye.
"Bone Grandpa, we were monitored shortly after entering the forest."
"Monitored!"
Bone Douluo's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously wanted to possess his martial soul.
"Not yet." Ning Rongrong's hand pressed on Bone Douluo's shoulder. "The one monitoring us is most likely the Myriad Demon King of the Star Dou Great Forest."
Ning Rongrong briefly explained the Myriad Demon King's situation to Gu Rong.
"Perception covering a quarter of the Star Dou Great Forest." Gu Rong inhaled a cold breath.
He remembered that during the Soul Master Tournament back then, the Myriad Demon King had stood beside Qian Renxue, who was disguised as Xue Qinghe, in human form, and even erupted with Limit Douluo strength.
"Don't worry, I used Kyōka Suigetsu to hide our figures. Even the Myriad Demon King is unlikely to discover us from a distance, so there's no need to act rashly."
"Speaking of which, I'm not very willing to deal with this soul beast, the Myriad Demon King."
"Uh, why?" Bone Douluo asked in surprise.
"Nothing, not much of a grudge." Ning Rongrong shrugged. "It's just an interlude from the Soul Master Tournament back then."
"The Myriad Demon King with 510,000 years of cultivation had 100,000 years of his cultivation severed by me, falling from over 500,000 years of Limit Douluo strength to a level 98 peak Douluo."
Gu Rong: "..."
Severing one's cultivation was like killing one's parents.
Ning Rongrong, you are really something!
Offending soul beasts, always leaning toward the Limit Douluo direction.
"Then... what now?" Gu Rong only felt his scalp tingle.
They were heading to the core area, and a soul beast with 510,000... oh no, 410,000 years of cultivation—however you think about it, it would have a team, an organization.
It might even be under Di Tian and the Silver Dragon King's jurisdiction, not a wild soul beast.
"I just don't want to be discovered for now." Ning Rongrong said indifferently. "A soul beast with merely level 98 Titled Douluo cultivation—I don't take it seriously. Even if we meet, at most it can only rage impotently."
"Merely level 98." Gu Rong's mouth twitched.
When did level 98 become something that could be paired with "merely"?
Also, Rongrong, when you speak, did you forget there's also a "merely" existence right next to you?
"Don't worry, Bone Grandpa."
Seeing Gu Rong's expression of wanting to speak but stopping, Ning Rongrong comforted him.
"Not to mention level 98—even if it's level 99, I have full confidence in safely bringing Bone Grandpa back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"With me and Kurumi here, your safety won't be a problem."
Gu Rong: "..."
No, I, Gu Rong, am at least level 98. Have I fallen to the point of needing protection?
Those who don't know might think my level 98 strength is fake, something Ning Fengzhi threw in when buying a cat girl.
While Ning Rongrong was approaching the central area, the atmosphere on the battlefield remained extremely intense.
Qian Renxue and Tang Chen fought fiercely.
The complete set of 100,000-year soul bones of the Angel Set, plus the combat memories brought by the fragments left by the Angel God, made up for Qian Renxue's deficiencies in this aspect and barely allowed her to fight Tang Chen back and forth.
Of course, Tang Chen was not in peak condition either. First, his body had never fully recovered, and not long ago he had fought Ning Rongrong.
The injuries he had sustained from the battle with the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King had become even heavier.
Moreover, Ning Rongrong's combat power was completely unscientific.
Had anyone ever seen a Soul Douluo who could heavily injure two quasi-god level Limit Douluo with one move?
Even Bo Saixi's divine weapon, the Sea God Trident, had almost been shattered.
In addition, after signing the agreement with Ning Rongrong.
They had gone to the ice sea, planning to settle it once and for all, best to trick the ice sea forces into sacrificing for Tang San.
That way, Tang San should be able to reach over level 80.
But man proposes, God disposes. The Mermaid Sea Princess clan, who had originally been tricked into confusion, should not have known about the Sea Princess's fall, but suddenly their intelligence reached its limit.
They refused to sacrifice for Tang San—no choice but to act forcefully.
He and Bo Saixi had spent a lot of effort to kill two 100,000-year soul beasts.
The soul rings were impossible, but the soul bones...
Only obtaining two 100,000-year soul bones for Tang San to absorb, looking at those bright red 100,000-year soul rings.
Tang San gritted his teeth and used his Blue Silver Emperor martial soul to absorb the soul ring, nearly sending himself off.
If it weren't for him and Bo Saixi using divine power to force the energy of the 100,000-year soul ring out of his body, his great-grandson would probably have said goodbye.
In the end, Tang San gave up the soul ring, absorbed the two 100,000-year soul bones, and the remaining unabsorbed soul ring had already returned to heaven and earth due to the time exceeding.
"Loss—such a huge loss."
Thinking of the two 100,000-year soul rings gone just like that, Tang Chen felt his liver ache.
However, after absorbing two 100,000-year soul bones, Tang San now had the conditions to absorb a 100,000-year soul ring, but where to get a 100,000-year soul ring.
The 100,000-year soul beasts in the ocean were as cunning as ghosts.
As soon as they saw Bo Saixi and Tang Chen from afar, they dove into the deep sea. Without the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, even Bo Saixi would find it hard to hunt 100,000-year ones in the deep sea.
Not to mention that Bo Saixi and Tang Chen had gone through several battles and were all injured and low on health.
If it weren't for Tang San mentioning Da Ming and Er Ming, the two of them would have "gone their separate ways" long ago, so why would they secretly follow to the Star Dou Great Forest together.
Looking at the incoming slash of the Angel Holy Sword, Tang Chen's mind sharpened. His other hand, not holding the Asura God Sword, condensed a Clear Sky Hammer.
Vast energy released wantonly, a terrifying pressure locking ahead.
"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes—Nine Absolutes as One"
"Shock"
The mighty Clear Sky Hammer fell from the air with force.
Qian Renxue sneered: "Tang Chen, do you think I'm stupid? I'm not Grandpa Qian Daoliu, who would hard-block your whatever eighty-one hammers. I, Qian Renxue, have my own way of fighting."
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—" A streak of light flashed, and Qian Renxue turned into golden light, pulling away the distance and bypassing the attack range of the Clear Sky Hammer, then striking from behind with a sword.
"Go die!"
Qian Renxue used her full power, the Angel Holy Sword thrusting toward Tang Chen's heart.
"Clang—"
Tang Chen interrupted the Clear Sky Hammer's secret art midway, suppressing the load of the interrupted skill.
The Asura God Sword formed countless sword flowers, and with a "clang."
The Asura God Sword was horizontally placed at Tang Chen's chest position, the blade blocking the tip of Qian Renxue's thrusting Angel Holy Sword.
Golden and red soul power suddenly released, forming a ring-shaped diffusion of terrifying energy.
The clouds in the sky were also dispersed by the aftermath of the battle.