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Dai Tianxing firmly gripped Zhu Lingyun's hand as they both simultaneously activated their Martial Soul True Bodies.
Roar!
A tiger's roar thundered with enough force to shake the world. The immense soul pressure surged outward, engulfing Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo within its terrifying radius.
In the blink of an eye, a Netherworld White Tiger—twenty meters long and eight meters tall—appeared before them.
The sheer pressure radiating from the spot where the Netherworld White Tiger stood made Yue Guan and Gui Mei hesitate to make a move. Both Dai Tianxing and Zhu Lingyun were rank 92 Titled Douluos. When they combined their strength through their martial soul fusion technique, they could temporarily unleash combat power exceeding that of a rank 98 Super Douluo.
"Dai Tianxing, Zhu Lingyun—it's you two old fossils again!"
Yue Guan gritted his teeth in fury. The last time he and Gui Mei had attempted to assassinate Yang Wudi, it was this couple's Netherworld White Tiger that had grievously wounded him. He had harbored a deep grudge against them ever since.
"Elder Chrysanthemum! Your eyes are clear and your speech is articulate—you don't look drunk at all. This time, the excuse of having made a drunken mistake won't work."
Dai Tianxing paused, then continued in an indisputable tone, "Elders, I will give you one final chance. Withdraw your ambush troops from both sides of the valley. Do not obstruct our path, and I will pretend today's events never happened. How about it?"
"Hmph! Who do you think you are to command us?" Si Long scoffed, raising his Serpent Spear martial soul. "I admit, your Netherworld White Tiger is formidable. But even with a fusion technique, you are still just two Titled Douluos. We, on the other hand, have four. You are no match for us!"
Beside him, Ci Xue sneered coldly. "Indeed. Dai Tianxing, Zhu Lingyun, today is the day you die! Go be a pair of lovebirds in the underworld!"
"Hahahaha!"
A deep, resounding laugh erupted from the mouth of the giant Netherworld White Tiger.
"Someone will certainly die today, but it won't be us—it will be you! If you think we only have two Titled Douluos on our side, you are gravely mistaken! Elders, stop hiding! The time for vengeance has come! Join us and slay these traitors!"
"Hahaha! I was hoping you'd say that!"
"Si Long! Ci Xue! It's been over a decade, hasn't it? Who would've thought that two pieces of trash like you could actually become Titled Douluos! Hahahaha…"
Two wild, unrestrained laughs rang out as a surge of intense soul power shot skyward. Sensing the approaching pressure, Si Long and Ci Xue turned pale—the newcomers' strength was no weaker than their own.
With a thunderous boom, another carriage in the center of the convoy shattered. Two pitch-black figures soared into the sky, each wielding a massive Clear Sky Hammer. They took up positions floating to the left and right of the Netherworld White Tiger.
Upon seeing the weapons in their hands, Yue Guan and the others paled and cried out in shock, "Clear Sky Hammers?! You are the fifth and sixth elders of the Clear Sky Clan!"
"Heh, it's been fourteen years, and yet Elder Chrysanthemum still remembers us," the fifth elder chuckled before his expression turned serious as he faced Si Long.
"You little brat, Si Long. Now we also have four Titled Douluos. Still think you can take us down so easily?"
The sixth elder added coldly, "That's right. The Clear Sky Hammer shows no mercy! Today, if even Qian Xunji's own disciple dared to trouble the Star Luo Empire's Supreme Emperor and Crown Prince, we would strike them down all the same. The grudge from fourteen years ago can finally be settled today!"
Qian Xunji, also known as the Seraphim Douluo, was the former Pope whose disciple was the current Pope, Bibi Dong. The sixth elder's meaning was clear: even if the Pope herself were here, she'd be getting a beating before she left.
Of course, whether they could actually win was another matter entirely—but they would not lose in terms of sheer bravado.
"Insolence! How dare you insult the former Supreme Pontiff?! You're courting death!"
Yue Guan roared furiously. He and Gui Mei had been Qian Xunji's most devoted subordinates; only after his death did they submit to Bibi Dong's rule.
"Si Long! Ci Xue! You two deal with those Clear Sky Clan remnants! You don't have to win, just hold them off! Dai Tianxing and Zhu Lingyun are mine and Old Ghost's to handle!"
"Yes!"
Neither Si Long nor Ci Xue objected. Yue Guan's strength far exceeded theirs, so despite his effeminate mannerisms, they obeyed his command.
The two unleashed their Martial Soul True Bodies and engaged the elders in a fierce battle. Ci Xue used his martial soul's potent poison to control his opponents' movements, and once they were weakened, Si Long would deliver the final blow. Their teamwork was perfectly seamless.
The fifth and sixth elders were also in perfect sync. Furthermore, having fought Si Long and Ci Xue over a decade ago, they were familiar with their abilities.
The four clashed violently in mid-air, thunderous explosions echoing through the valley. For a time, the battle was a chaotic stalemate, with neither side able to gain an advantage.
"Hmph! I can't believe you actually brought the Clear Sky Clan's elders. It seems you two really do treasure that grandson of yours!"
Yue Guan gritted his teeth. It was precisely because he had guessed Dai Tianxing and his wife might be protecting Dai Weisi that Bibi Dong had dispatched Si Long and Ci Xue as backup. He never expected Dai Tianxing to have called for backup as well.
In that moment, a wave of cold fear washed over both Yue Guan and Dai Tianxing. Each had the same thought: thank heavens for being cautious, or it would have all been over.
For Yue Guan, if Si Long and Ci Xue hadn't come, he and Gui Mei would have died here. For Dai Tianxing, if he hadn't brought the two elders, he and his wife would have fallen.
"Elder Chrysanthemum, shall we dance? I for one am dying to see you torn limb from limb."
Clouds follow dragons, and wind follows tigers. As Dai Tianxing spoke, he was already gathering his power. With a ferocious pounce, the Netherworld White Tiger lunged at Yue Guan.
Before Yue Guan could react, a giant tiger claw, propelled by a howling gale, was already slashing at his face.
Dai Tianxing's plan was simple: a swift, decisive battle. If he could eliminate Yue Guan first, the remaining Gui Mei would be no match for him. However, Gui Mei's attention was always on Yue Guan; he would never allow the Netherworld White Tiger to harm him.
"Seventh Soul Skill: Ghost True Body!"
Gui Mei erupted with explosive speed, seeming to teleport in front of Yue Guan to block the white tiger's massive claw.
"Old Ghost!"
"Chrysanthemum, don't just stand there—help me!"
"Right! Sixth Soul Skill: Golden Stamen's Flowing Mist!"
Yue Guan released his Marvelous All-Heaven Chrysanthemum martial soul and, together with Gui Mei, engaged the Netherworld White Tiger in a brutal clash. At the same time, he bellowed an order: "Men, kill the Star Luo Crown Prince! Whoever brings me his head will be rewarded with a soul bone!"
"KILL!!!"
In an instant, a deafening war cry shook the heavens. Over a thousand soul masters swarmed from both sides of the valley, charging straight for Dai Weisi.
Among them, even the weakest was a Soul King, while the strongest were Soul Douluo-level masters.
A force of over a thousand soul masters stormed forward like a tidal wave, flooding the entire battlefield.
(End of Chapter)