Chapter 130: Fighting a Dou Saint (Part 1)

Central Plains, Mid-Region.

High above the landscape, two figures raced through the sky—one a silver-haired young man, the other a girl. They were none other than Chen Xiaoming and Xiao Xun'er.

At this moment, Chen Xiaoming led the way, spirited and confident. Half a month had passed, and according to the map, in just one more day, he would arrive in the Pill Domain.

Behind him, Xiao Xun'er furrowed her brow in deep thought. Ever since her teacher, Chen Xiaoming, had given her a profound and meaningful lesson half a month ago—and then casually set her a "small goal"—

To become a Dou God!

Mmhmm. She had mulled over it for a long time. The Dou Qi Continent hadn't seen a Dou God-level powerhouse in countless years. What did she, Xiao Xun'er, have that could possibly allow her to reach such a height? That so-called small goal… might as well be a lifelong fantasy.

Looking at the elated figure ahead, Xiao Xun'er couldn't help but sigh. How did I end up with such an unreliable teacher?

"Hm?"

While she was still lost in thought, Chen Xiaoming suddenly stopped. Startled, Xiao Xun'er blinked forward and approached him.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Chen Xiaoming gave a slight smile, his gaze fixed on a dense forest up ahead. There, a figure stepped through the air, slowly approaching.

The man wore a flowing white robe and appeared to be an elder. Though his hair was white, his spirit and presence were vigorous. From within him emanated a powerful Dou Qi pressure, which surged toward Chen Xiaoming the moment he appeared.

"Hmm? Dou Saint?"

Chen Xiaoming's Soulfruit of Douluo activated from within his Azurewood Tree. Silvery Dou Qi enveloped him, and an invisible aura radiated from his body, pushing back against the elder's pressure.

"Oh?"

The elder raised his brow, his gaze narrowing as he looked at Chen Xiaoming. Yet he continued forward, his aura intensifying and pressing down harder.

The void rippled under the force. The elder's power surged again and again, but all of it was blocked by Chen Xiaoming's silver Dou Qi.

Soon, the elder hovered high above, gazing down calmly at Chen Xiaoming, scrutinizing him.

"No wonder you dared lay hands on my Gu Clan. So, this is your trump card."

Though the Dou Qi level Chen Xiaoming revealed was merely that of a Dou Ancestor, he had managed to block the full might of a Dou Saint. A flicker of intrigue passed through the elder's eyes.

Recalling the intelligence report on Chen Xiaoming, his interest deepened.

Was it a secret technique? Or something else entirely? If their Gu Clan could obtain such a method to explosively boost strength, their power would undoubtedly soar.

"Oh? From the Gu Clan, are you? Impressive intelligence network you've got—to track me down even here."

Chen Xiaoming raised an eyebrow as he looked at the elder. With such cultivation, the man could only belong to one of the continent's great powers.

"Ancient One, please—stand down!"

Xiao Xun'er, standing to the side, recognized the elder. Her Dou Qi Wings flared open as she stepped between him and Chen Xiaoming.

Waves of searing heat rolled from her crimson wings. The elder's eyes narrowed as he finally took notice. His pupils constricted sharply, and his expression turned to shock.

"Miss... you—you've reached Dou Emperor?"

Xiao Xun'er's cultivation was well-documented within the Gu Clan. A year ago, she hadn't even reached Dou Practitioner, and now she had broken through to Dou Emperor? The elder was shaken.

As realization struck him, his gaze sharpened into a dagger, shooting past her to glare at Chen Xiaoming.

On the Dou Qi Continent, cultivation was a step-by-step climb. Only the unscrupulous used forbidden means to forcibly elevate someone's strength.

Such methods came at a steep price—crippling future potential or sacrificing lifespan.

For the Gu Clan's princess to rise to Dou Emperor in just half a year—he dared not imagine what horrifying price she had paid.

"You… deserve death!"

Rage blazed in the elder's eyes, his killing intent burning hot. To cripple the Gu Clan's heiress, a once-in-a-generation genius—was a loss too grave to bear.

Having been cursed for no reason, Chen Xiaoming's expression slowly darkened.

He? Deserved to die?

Flames of anger flickered in his eyes. With a flick of his hand, he gently pushed Xiao Xun'er aside. Spatial power locked her in place as he took a single step forward, walking directly toward the elder.

"Heh… whether I die or not depends on whether you've got what it takes."

He hadn't wanted to stir conflict with the Gu Clan. He had taken Xun'er as a disciple in earnest and had planned to speak with Gu Yuan to confirm her apprenticeship. But instead of Gu Yuan, what he got was this arrogant old man.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, the elder struck. The void trembled as golden Dou Qi formed into a massive hand, reaching out to grab Chen Xiaoming. The sheer might of it surged like a tidal wave, trying to overwhelm and subdue him.

"Break!"

With Dou Qi surging through his body, the Soulfruit of Douluo within his Azurewood Tree merged into him. A blinding silver beam erupted, tearing a rift in the void and blasting through the golden handprint.

"Is that the best a Dou Saint can do?"

Chen Xiaoming mocked, unfazed. Though his Bloodline Origin had been expended and his strength waned, with the Soulfruit, he could still face off against a Dou Saint.

He pushed his Dou Ancestor-level Dou Qi to its limit, drawing in energy from the surroundings to replenish the consumed spatial power. A single step launched him forward—space rippled, and his figure vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already at the elder's side. His right hand shimmered with silver light, its force so intense it distorted space. Even before it landed, the elder's expression shifted.

Buzz...

The elder's right hand lifted as well, clenched into a fist. Golden Dou Qi swirled around him as he punched forward, his blow carving shockwaves through the air and clashing against Chen Xiaoming's strike.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave exploded across the skies. Even the spatial barrier covering the region trembled violently, faint cracks beginning to spiderweb through it.

Two figures blurred and retreated from the shattered space, each standing midair on opposite sides.

The breeze stirred faintly. The elder now looked solemn—his earlier strike had revealed Chen Xiaoming's true strength. He could no longer take this lightly.

Chen Xiaoming flexed his arm, shaking out his right fist as his gaze turned equally serious. That last exchange had cost him—his opponent's Dou Qi reserves were far superior.

However, in terms of raw offensive power, his spatial force clearly had the upper hand.

His eyes gleamed. Without a word, he surged forward again.

"Come again!"

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