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Not far from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, several figures radiating immense pressure stood tall in the sky.
At their lead was a golden-haired old man, his stern face chiseled like ice and jade, his light-golden pupils blazing with a soul-piercing intensity.
They were none other than the five Worshippers of Spirit Hall. Each possessed extraordinary strength, with the weakest still being a level ninety-six Titled Douluo.
Suddenly, a message reached the ears of the golden-haired elder. His slightly narrowed eyes snapped open wide.
In that instant, a terrifying golden soul power erupted skyward, scattering the clouds above.
The abrupt disturbance made the others immediately grow serious.
Qingluan Douluo stepped forward and asked, "Great Worshipper, has something happened?"
Qian Daoliu's expression was grim. The message he had just received was by no means good news for him.
Though Spirit Hall had ruled the continent for years, even he did not dare to utter those words.
"Lan Minghua, are you really that confident? Yes, you may have slain the Lion King, but that alone does not justify your arrogance!"
Turning to Qingluan Douluo, he ordered, "Third Brother, let them move out. Spirit Hall should show the world its strength. Otherwise, any random cat or dog will dare bark their nonsense."
Qingluan Douluo's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, Great Worshipper."
They had been waiting here for a long time, and their patience had worn thin.
Not long ago, powerful soul fluctuations had erupted from within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, making their hands itch for battle.
Passing on Qian Daoliu's command, Qingluan Douluo roused Guangling Douluo, Qianjun Douluo, and Xiangmo Douluo, who all began flexing their fists eagerly.
"Let's go. It's our turn to take the stage."
Before his words had faded, five figures streaked across the sky like shooting stars, vanishing into the breaking dawn.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the battle had already reached its boiling point.
Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Yu Yuanzhen were holding back Yingxian and his companions.
Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were relentlessly pursuing Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Of course, the direct disciples of the Upper Three Sects were not ones to sit idly by.
Though their strength did not match that of Titled Douluo, they still struck at Hu Liena, creating opportunities to hinder Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo in their pursuit.
"Damn it! These insects are such an annoyance. I'll slaughter them first! Old Ghost, keep chasing Tang San and that Soft-Boned Rabbit!"
Ghost Douluo gave a nod, his figure flashing as he dove toward Tang San.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, however, halted his movements, turning instead toward the disciples of the Upper Three Sects who had attacked Hu Liena.
"Since you seek death, I'll gladly oblige."
A cruel smile curled across his lips, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
That chilling killing aura spread outward, instantly alerting Tang Xiao and the others.
Yu Yuanzhen roared furiously, "Juhua Guan, what are you trying to do!"
"What am I doing? Of course, killing them!"
Before his words even fell, Chrysanthemum Douluo's body erupted in dazzling golden light.
Behind him, a massive Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed slowly, its petals as sharp as blades, radiating a cold, deathly brilliance.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Chrysanthemum Fragments, Shattered Ground!"
With a low shout, golden radiance blanketed the skies over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Tang Xiao, Gu Rong, and Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened in rage. They wanted to break free to stop Chrysanthemum Douluo, but Yingxian and the others held them firmly at bay.
"Die, insects!"
In the next instant, countless golden petals rained down like a storm.
Each petal was razor-sharp, carving dazzling arcs through the air before piercing straight toward the direct disciples of the Upper Three Sects.
"Not good! Dodge quickly!" a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple shouted in horror—but it was too late.
A golden petal sliced through his body like the scythe of death, cleaving him in half.
Another scream echoed as a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Soul Sage had his chest pierced clean through.
He lowered his gaze in disbelief at the gaping hole in his chest, but before he could even fall, more petals descended like raindrops, tearing his body into pieces as blood sprayed wildly.
"Help! I don't want to die!"
A Haotian Sect Soul Emperor tried to flee, but he had barely taken a step when golden petals severed both legs.
He collapsed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from the wounds.
Before he could even scream, more petals shredded him into bloody pulp.
Above, golden petals rained down in torrents. Below, rivers of blood flowed freely.
The disciples of the Upper Three Sects were butchered without mercy, their bodies torn apart, severed limbs littering the battlefield as the stench of blood choked the air.
From above, Chrysanthemum Douluo gazed coldly at the carnage, his eyes devoid of pity.
At that moment, a furious roar thundered in his ears.
"Juhua Guan, I'll kill you!"
"What!" Chrysanthemum Douluo gasped. Spinning around, he saw Yu Yuanzhen had somehow broken free and charged straight at him.
It turned out Yu Yuanzhen had used fragments of an ancient Dragon King soul bone taken from his sect, elevating his power by a full tier.
Breaking through Duantou Wusheng's entanglement, he reached Chrysanthemum Douluo in an instant.
At this moment, Yu Yuanzhen's right arm had fully dragonized, covered in jet-black scales that gleamed with a chilling light.
His five claws crackled with savage blue lightning as they slashed forward, shrieking through the air toward Chrysanthemum Douluo's chest.
"Bang!"
A muffled explosion resounded. Chrysanthemum Douluo's defensive soul power was torn apart like paper. The dragon claw pierced straight through his chest without resistance.
Blood gushed out violently, and the terrifying force hurled him across the air in a tragic arc.
A heartbeat later, he crashed down like a meteor, embedding into the spectator stands with a thunderous boom.
"Cough… cough…"
Within the rubble, Chrysanthemum Douluo spat blood, lifting his head with difficulty, his eyes wide with horror.
"How could Yu Yuanzhen's strength be this great? He actually shattered my Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum's defenses with a single strike!"
Odd Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, adamantine and indestructible.
His Martial Soul possessed the attribute of unbreakable resilience.
But now, before Yu Yuanzhen, that invincibility meant nothing.
Yu Yuanzhen gave him no time to recover. In a flash, he appeared again before Chrysanthemum Douluo.
His eyes had transformed into vertical dragon pupils, radiating a terrifyingly feral light.
"Die!"
Another claw lashed out. Chrysanthemum Douluo barely twisted his body, but the talons still grazed his shoulder, tearing out a spray of blood.
Refusing to be outdone, Chrysanthemum Douluo counterattacked immediately.
Golden petals surged forth like blades, sweeping toward Yu Yuanzhen.
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes sharpened. He neither dodged nor blocked, allowing the petals to slash across his body.
The clash of dragon scales against golden petals rang out like clashing steel.
Though bloody gashes appeared across Yu Yuanzhen's body, the wounds only stoked his ferocity further.
"Roar!"
A dragon's bellow shook the heavens as a colossal phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon materialized behind him.
The dragon opened its gaping maw, lunging to devour Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression turned grim. He had not expected Yu Yuanzhen to go this far, disregarding his own injuries just to kill him.
He frantically poured soul power into another skill, but he was already too late.
At that moment, Lan Minghua, who had been calmly observing from the stands, suddenly opened his eyes.
"So, they've finally arrived."
"Arrived? Who's arrived?" Oscar looked around in confusion. "Who's here?"
Before his words finished, a thunderous boom shook the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the ground trembling violently.
Outside the sect, Qianjun Douluo and Xiangmo Douluo gripped their Panlong Cudgels, their hands numb from the shock.
"Damn! What kind of monster can withstand a full-powered strike from both of us brothers!"
(End of Chapter)