"It's the Soul Breaking Spear—fall back!" The Elephant Armor Sect's new sect master, Huyan Zhan, hurriedly gave the order.
In truth, he was as much a blockhead as Huyan Zhen. In the original story, Huyan Zhen took the Sea God Trident head-on for two reasons: first, he didn't know how powerful the trident was; second, Tang San deliberately didn't infuse any soul power into it at the time, so the unsuspecting Huyan Zhen felt no threat.
But the Breaking Clan's offensive power is renowned under heaven and indeed surpasses the Elephant Armor Sect's defense. Huyan Zhan didn't dare be careless.
The Elephant Armor Sect had been charging in a square formation. Even in retreat, they tried to keep the ranks orderly.
Ning Fengzhi smiled. "A square formation? It's a steady formation that defends on all four sides and spreads force evenly when ramming a wall—but it's countered by a wedge. Gu Ran, change formation!"
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Gu Ran accepted the order. His status now was no small thing—commander-in-chief of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou army. He swung his banner.
"Yang Wudi, hear the order—take wedge formation and pierce the plane at a point!"
"Understood!" Yang Wudi led the Breaking Clan forward in a wedge like a spearhead, driving at the Elephant Armor Sect's center. The defenses on the flanks became mere decoration.
Under concentrated Soul Breaking Spear strikes, the center of the Elephant Armor formation collapsed in less than a minute. The ranks broke.
From afar, Bibi Dong frowned. If the Elephant Armor Sect couldn't breach the wall, her heavy cavalry would be useless.
"Feng Tianlei, lead the Wind Sword Sect disciples and support from the air."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Feng Tianlei led three hundred Wind Sword Sect disciples on sword-flight in a surprise descent over the Breaking Clan. His eighth soul ring lit up. "Eighth Spirit Skill: Wind-Thunder Sword Array!"
The Breaking Clan's offense was fearsome, but their defense was negligible.
The other Wind Sword Sect disciples unleashed the Storm Chapter of the Wind Sword Arts, prepared to deal the Breaking Clan a fatal blow.
Gu Ran shouted, "Brothers of the Speed Clan, the Breaking Clan once spent everything to protect you. Now is the time to repay your debt. Take up your weapons and charge!"
A hundred streaks of light shot out from the city. Though the Wind Sword Sect was famed for speed, they were far inferior to the Speed Clan.
Feng Tianlei sneered. A mere Speed Clan—what's there to fear? Speed so what? They have no offensive power. He detached fifty disciples to set up the Clear Breeze Shield, more than enough to block the Speed Clan.
He made the same mistake Huyan Zhen had in the original—underestimating the enemy.
The hundred Speed Clan disciples who remained with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had also been equipped with weapons forged by Lou Gao.
A hundred streaks of light tore through the Wind Sword Sect's formation. Before Feng Tianlei could react, over a hundred disciples had already had their throats slit by the Speed Clan.
Against an overconfident foe, striking unguarded is the correct move.
"How is this possible?" Feng Tianlei was aghast. The Clear Breeze Shield felt like paper—easily shredded by the Speed Clan's weapons. Since when did the Douluo Continent have such armaments?
In his memory, weapons were standard military issue—fine for battlefield charges, but against soul masters they were mostly useless unless in a surround. Soul masters rely on their noble martial souls to fight.
"Speed Clan, you're seeking death!" Feng Tianlei no longer cared about reasons; in his fury, he wanted only to avenge his disciples.
"Sixth Spirit Skill: Phantom of the Wind."
Feng Tianlei split into ten clones to strike at the Speed Clan. No matter how strong those weapons were, they couldn't bridge the vast gap to a Soul Douluo. With Bai He absent, Feng Tianlei alone should have been enough to slaughter the Speed Clan.
Just then, icy air surged in the sky. Nine phantom clones froze into blocks of ice, and even his wind-forged sword was encased.
"Sect Master Feng, your opponent is me. Please advise!" A giant Ice Phoenix appeared in the sky—it was Shu Qingwu, the head of Skywater Academy.
Gu Ran naturally would not send the Speed Clan to their deaths unprotected. With Bai He absent, he had arranged for Shu Qingwu to temporarily lead the Speed Clan.
Feng Tianlei's face was grim. Though Shu Qingwu's level was lower, the Wind Sword was merely a superior martial soul, while the Ice Phoenix was top-tier. The gulf in martial soul quality could compensate for the level gap. He would not be able to take her down quickly. The plan for airborne support had failed.
Bibi Dong noticed this, and her mood soured. In the first two exchanges, Ning Fengzhi had thoroughly suppressed her. In troop deployment, she indeed lagged far behind Ning Fengzhi.
Nor could she flip the table as she had against the Heaven Dou Empire. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was not Heaven Dou; the enemy had plenty of Title Douluo, especially Sword Dao Chen Xin. If she made a move, he would surely stop her. Both were Ultimate Douluo—though she had twin martial souls and might hold some advantage, she could not possibly take him down in less than days and nights of fighting.
She still had a trump card—the Angel Legion. Though only seventy to eighty in number, they were all flying Soul Sages above level 70. Once they charged, even Title Douluo would have trouble stopping them.
But this was not the time. She worried the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had hidden hands.
The urgent task was to break open the wall; otherwise her heavy cavalry would be useless.
"Abyssal Slash of Spatial Rend!" Bibi Dong judged that with the two sides' Title-level experts facing off, a sudden strike from her might achieve a decisive effect.
A crescent-shaped blade of light flew toward the city wall. This was a technique that could tear even space—on hit, it would shred the target and banish the remains into another dimension.
Bibi Dong struck without scruple; even with Elephant Armor Sect disciples ahead, she didn't care. Without Huyan Zhen, the Elephant Armor Sect meant little to her—useful only for breaking formations.
Since they were countered by the Breaking Clan, there was little point keeping them.
But while she could disregard the Elephant Armor Sect, Ning Fengzhi could not disregard Yang Wudi and his people.
Sword Dao Chen Xin appeared before the Breaking Clan; a slash of Sword Dao of Annihilation flew out.
The two massive forces collided amidst the Elephant Armor Sect's ranks. Sky and earth split. Dozens of Elephant Armor Sect disciples, including Huyan Zhan, vanished in an instant.
The Sword Dao of Annihilation erased them completely, and Bibi Dong's Abyssal Slash tore space—those people were gone from this world entirely.
Bibi Dong calmly lowered her hand. As expected, Chen Xin had been watching her at all times. He reacted so quickly that her surprise strike came to nothing.