Over the main peak of the Seven Treasure Mountain Range, dark clouds pressed low like a collapsing sky.
The air was heavy with killing intent—so dense it bent the ancient trees and silenced every bird in flight.
No words were needed.
Spirit Hall's purpose was clear—to annihilate the sect.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan had only one path left—to fight to the death!
"Kill—!"
Four furious roars cracked the heavens like thunder.
Behind Yue Guan (Chrysanthemum Douluo) bloomed a hundred-meter-tall Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.
Its golden petals whirled like blades, slicing through the clouds as they spun.
Gui Mei (Ghost Douluo)'s form grew faint and spectral; the Ghost Domain opened wide—
howling winds rose, and ten thousand wailing spirits screamed across the sky.
Devil Bear Douluo roared toward the heavens, his Blood Devil Mad Bear true body smashing through the peaks like a living mountain.
Ghost Leopard Douluo vanished into the black storm clouds, his emerald beast-eyes glowing with a chilling light.
The four Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall had all unleashed their Martial Soul True Bodies,
their power locking directly onto Ning Fengzhi.
The continent's number one support-type Spirit Master lived up to his name.
With Ning Fengzhi's presence—
the combined strength of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and the Poison Douluo Dugu Bo—
was multiplied several times over.
Enough to shake even the balance of the battlefield.
The four Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall lunged forward—
their collective might enough to crush the heavens.
"Do you treat us as nothing?!"
Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Dugu Bo bellowed in unison, surging forward to meet them.
Above the night sky—
A hundred-meter-long ancient sword materialized, the Seven Killing Sword True Body.
Its blade was dark crimson, and even its mere presence forced the clouds to roll and part beneath its overwhelming edge.
Sword Douluo stood robed in white, his garments snapping in the wind.
He raised a single hand toward the four approaching enemies.
"Thirteen strings within a single cup,
A lifetime of storms returned to one sword!"
The colossal blade tilted and fell—
its motion appeared slow, yet it transcended distance itself,
bringing down a world-splitting power directly upon the four.
This was Sword Douluo's dominance.
With one strike, he sought to cut down four Titled Douluo at once!
"ROAAAR——!!!"
A dragon's roar split heaven and earth, shaking the world to its roots.
From Bone Douluo Gu Rong's frail, skeletal frame burst a blinding light of gray-white bone.
From beneath his feet—
segments of gigantic, bleached bone emerged from the void,
forming in an instant a massive skeletal dragon.
The Bone Dragon threw back its head and howled,
its sound waves shaking the mountains and splitting the heavens.
It crashed headlong into the onrushing Blood Devil Mad Bear,
colliding with earth-shattering force.
"Who gave this old man the courage…?"
The night wind wailed through the valleys.
Across the Seven Treasure Mountain Range, countless venomous creatures crawled and trembled.
Dugu Bo stomped his foot upon the peak.
A deafening boom split the mountains.
From the torn earth burst forth the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor—
its body thick as mountains, its scales glistening emerald in the dark.
Four serpentine heads rose high,
their eight eyes burning like ghostly fires in the abyss,
locking coldly onto Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.
"Heh… Old Chrysanthemum…"
"You still think I'm the weakest of the Titled Douluo?!"
"In a battle such as this…"
"Ning Fengzhi—lend us your strength!"
White robes billowed as Ning Fengzhi raised his hands.
Behind him, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda rose into the sky,
its divine light dazzling like a celestial river turned upside down.
"Seven Treasures turn, their luster shining bright.
The Seven Treasures are thus named—"
"First: Strength!"
"Second: Speed!"
"Third: Spirit!"
"…And Seventh: The True Body of the Seven Treasures!"
Seven radiant beams of divine amplification descended upon Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Dugu Bo.
Their already earth-shaking auras surged to an even greater peak.
Below them—
Disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan and the army of Spirit Hall could only gape upward in terror.
Before their eyes—
Seven Martial Soul True Bodies, embodiments of the peak power of the entire Spirit Master world,
collided with apocalyptic force!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
In that instant—heaven and earth lost all color.
Seven entirely different yet equally destructive energy storms raged in the night sky,
clashing, devouring, and annihilating one another.
The deafening roar was like the war drums of the gods themselves,
hammering endlessly upon the world below.
Mountains split apart,
boulders cascaded down the slopes,
rivers boiled and reversed their flow.
The chaotic Spirit Power turbulence twisted the air a thousand meters high,
forming a massive vortex that covered a hundred miles in radius—
as though even space itself was being torn apart.
The moonlight vanished,
swallowed whole by the storm.
On the ground,
both Spirit Hall and Seven Treasure disciples stood pale and trembling,
their legs barely holding them upright beneath the might of gods at war.
This earth-shattering clash lasted for dozens of breaths.
At last—
With another deafening, sky-shattering boom—
The seven colossal figures finally tore apart.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood upon his Seven Kill Sword,
his once-white robes now spattered with blood—no one could tell whose.
His eyes were cold as ice.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, with his massive skeletal dragon beneath him,
staggered backward in midair—each step like a rolling thunderclap.
Cracks spread across one of the dragon's claws.
And across from them—
The four Spirit Hall Titled Douluo were in utter disarray.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's golden petals had fallen away.
Ghost Douluo was forcibly ejected from his incorporeal form.
Devil Bear Douluo spat out a mouthful of greenish blood.
Ghost Leopard Douluo had a sword gash across his chest so deep it nearly split bone,
fresh blood pouring freely
"Cough… cough…"
Yue Guan forced down the surging blood in his chest and cast his gaze toward Chen Xin and Gu Rong—
but his eyes finally locked onto Dugu Bo,
seated proudly atop the four-headed Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor,
his expression full of disbelief.
"Old poison…"
"When—when did you become this strong?!"
He had expected the power of Sword and Bone Douluo—
One, the strongest offense under heaven;
The other, the strongest defense.
But Dugu Bo…?
When had this man—once mocked as the weakest among Titled Douluo—
become capable of standing among them,
of joining the chaos of a battle between four Super Douluo
Just five years ago, during the Battle of the Pope's Palace,
Dugu Bo was still known across the continent as the weakest Titled Douluo!
And it wasn't just Yue Guan and the others who were stunned.
Even Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo turned toward Dugu Bo,
eyes wide with shock,
staring at the mutated form of his Martial Soul True Body.
It was still the top-tier serpent spirit, the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor,
but now—it bore three additional serpentine heads,
and the once-emerald scales were streaked with burning crimson flame patterns.
Dugu Bo sat cross-legged atop the central, coiling serpent head,
his weathered face resting against one hand,
and deep within his emerald pupils, a faint crimson glow flickered.
A violent aura, hot as fire, swept out from him in waves.
Rank 94 Spirit Power!
The man once branded the weakest of all Titled Douluo—
Poison Douluo Dugu Bo—
had ascended to a Rank 94 Titled Douluo!
And more than that—
His aura boiled and surged with violent energy;
he stood just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to Rank 95!
Sitting atop the serpent's head,
his eyes gleaming red and green,
Dugu Bo looked down upon all before him—
his very presence radiating the arrogance of a Poison Emperor who would bow to no one.
"Who dares say I, Dugu Bo, am the weakest Titled Douluo?"
His voice was hoarse, yet filled with unstoppable dominance.
"Yue Guan—next time you see this old man, remember to show some respect."
Outwardly, he appeared calm—
but in truth, his heart was a raging storm.
"All thanks to the Serpent Cores that Zhexian gave me!"
"Just refining half was enough to break me through 94!"
"Could it be… that in my lifetime, I too might stand and compete in th Heavenly Spine Tournament?"
——
"ROAR——!!"
A savage roar shattered his thoughts.
Devil Bear Douluo wiped the green blood from his lips.
The colossal Blood Devil Mad Bear took two thunderous steps forward—each one shaking the void itself.
His eyes bulged crimson, veins bursting with fury, killing intent rolling off him like blood-red clouds.
"Enough talk!"
"Kill—!"
"Tonight, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan will be wiped from the earth!"
Yue Guan, Ghost, and Ghost Leopard Douluo's expressions turned to frozen murder.
Together, they bellowed the same word—
"Kill——!"
The black tide of Spirit Hall's Spirit Master army surged forward again,
murderous intent blotting out the heavens,
charging straight for the main peak gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!