At the same time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect found itself facing a similar crisis—one orchestrated by Spirit Hall.
And Spirit Hall had not sent weaklings.
At the forefront stood She Long, the Level 92 Snake Lance Douluo, alongside the Level 91 Spirit Kite Douluo—the only female Titled Douluo on the continent besides Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong.
Behind them followed Ci Xue, the Level 92 Porcupinefish Douluo, and the Level 91 Devil Bear Douluo—each a savage powerhouse whose presence alone could shake a sect.
And marching at their side was Huyan Zhen, patriarch of the Elephant Armored Clan and a Level 89 Soul Douluo. Arrogant as ever, he boasted that his Elephant Armored Martial Soul possessed the strongest defense in the world, claiming even Titled Douluo struggled to break through his defense.
With the Elephant Armored Clan bolstering their formation, Spirit Hall's forces advanced in a tight, disciplined silence toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect.
…Well, aside from Huyan Zhen.
Everyone else moved like shadows, but he kept ranting nonstop. Despite being weakest of the five commanders, he loudly proclaimed that Bone Douluo had shamelessly stolen the title of "strongest defense," and today—today—he would prove to the whole continent who truly deserved it.
"Hahaha! Today, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect will become a thing of the past! From now on, my Elephant Armored Clan will stand proudly among the Top Three! Remember this name—Huyan Zhen will become famous!"
He beamed with the confidence of a man who had already written his own victory speech—then kept blabbering, utterly oblivious to the collective headache of everyone marching behind him.
Finally, he pushed Spirit Kite Douluo too far. With a swift, exasperated motion, she slapped his face—hard—without holding back.
"Shut the f**k up!!!"
The boisterous brute staggered, his face a chaotic mess of red and purple bruises, one eye nearly swollen shut, blood trickling down.
"You!!!..."
Huyan Zhen pointed at her, but for a few long, humiliating seconds, his mouth flopped open like a fish—yet not a single word escaped.
The rest of the journey passed in silence.
Finally, they reached the outskirts of their destination, and the Spirit Hall forces slowed, moving stealthily so as not to alert the enemy.
Swoosh—!
But before they could strike, a sharp whistle cut through the air. A soldier's head exploded in a spray of blood, pinned to a tree—killed in seconds.
Splat!
Panic rippled through the others as a sudden, coordinated barrage of iron needles rained down, leaving them no time to react or defend.
Hundreds fell in an instant, and even the five commanders were taken aback by a weapon capable of killing a Soul Master.
Yet they did not lose their composure.
The Snake Lance Douluo roared like thunder as he commanded the warriors under him:
"All Soul Kings and above, move first! The rest, follow closely! Soul Saints, use True Avatar to withstand this attack!"
Fire Kite Douluo, Porcupinefish Douluo, and Devil Bear Douluo joined in giving orders:
"Under no circumstances underestimate this weapon—strike with everything you've got!"
Ting!… Ting!… Ting!
The emergency bells rang out, sharp and urgent. Instantly, all the disciples snapped to attention, weapons in hand, ready for combat.
"What's going on? Who would dare attack the clan with us here?!" Bone Douluo's soul power surged, radiating an oppressive aura.
"Let's see..." Sword Douluo muttured as his eyes sharpened dangerously.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong flanked Ning Fenzhi, their stances taut, eyes sharp and unblinking, every muscle coiled, ready to strike at the first sign of the enemy.
The commotion had stirred Rongrong and the others, and they exchanged a knowing glance. "Just as Tang Yin said—Spirit Hall is attacking my clan."
She had previously warned her father about reinforcing the sect's security, but she hadn't mentioned the potential attack itself—knowing that Tang Yin's lover was from Spirit Hall and not wanting to complicate matters.
Thanks to the tightened patrols, the surprise attack had failed—and they had even seized the chance to counterattack.
"Everyone… please, I need your help!"
Ning Rongrong bowed politely to the others, but Xiao Wu stopped her halfway, pouting.
"Hey! We're your sisters! Why are you bowing like that? Don't you trust us to stand by your side?" The others nodded in agreement, giving her encouraging smiles.
Rongrong's lips curved into a relieved smile as she hugged Xiao Wu, returning the nod. With their support, she stepped forward to join her father and grandfather at the front, ready to face the enemy.
Meanwhile, Chen Xin and Gu Rong wore dark expressions as they took in the nine soul rings shimmering beneath the four attackers.
"Damn it… of course it's Spirit Hall," Gu Rong muttered under his breath. "There are at least twelve Soul Douluo and more than twenty Soul Saints. Even if we take on two Titled Douluo each, the clan members won't be able to hold on their own for long."
Trouble flickered across their faces.
Just then, Rongrong and the others arrived. Ning Fenzhi turned, ready to order them to retreat to safety—but the words froze in his throat. Remembering the terrifying combat ability these youngsters now possessed, his eyes brightened, and a low, relieved chuckle slipped out.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong shot him a questioning look, but a heartbeat later, they understood as well. With talented allies like these standing beside them, the battle no longer felt hopeless.
"Hahaha…"
The two threw their heads back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the sect grounds, startling She Long and the others.
"Have they lost it? Are they laughing because they know they can't win against all of us?" Devil Bear Douluo muttered, frowning.
"Hmph! Obviously!" Huyan Zhen boasted loudly. "The moment they caught sight of the mighty Huyan Zhen, their brains must've stopped working! Hahaha!"
His boastful voice carried far too well—straight into Gu Rong's ears. The Bone Douluo's eye twitched as he cast a cold, sidelong glance at the fool who had just signed his own death.
"I'll handle this fool and the bear-looking guy over there," Gu Rong announced, releasing his Bone Dragon as he teleported in front of Huyan Zhen. The latter barely had time to react before a punch shattered his front teeth.
Resigned to the Bone Douluo's temper, Ning Fenzhi shook his head. Showing the wisdom of a true patriarch, he began distributing his support across the battlefield, empowering his allies to fight at their very best.
"I'll handle the staff-wielder and the pufferfish," Chen Xin said, springing onto his sword and shooting toward She Long and Ci Xue.
Ning Rongrong and the others wasted no time. Their dazzling soul ring configurations flared into view, forcing all the Spirit Hall attackers to stumble in shock.
"R—Red ring?!"
The Spirit Kite Douluo stammered, disbelief written across her face. Huyan Zhen and the Devil Bear Douluo, already plummeting under Gu Rong's assault, also caught the shock.
"Not just one… two? And they're only Soul Douluo level. How is this even possible?" Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo echoed, but Sword Douluo's strike answered them before any explanation could be given.
The girls didn't bother explaining. Each were focused on their targets. Rongrong, Lingling, and Yuehua stood side by side with Fenzhi, providing timely support.
Yue'er, Bing'er, and Yiran formed a triangular flanking formation, swiftly intercepting any enemies threatening the support lines.
Soul Saint- and Soul Douluo-level attackers were no match as they attempted to breach their coordinated assault.
Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, and Zhuyun tore through Soul Saints and weaker warriors with blinding speed. Meanwhile, Huo Wu unleashed her Ultimate Flame, obliterating Soul Douluo in a single blast, while Dugu Yan and Zhenzhu's poisons swiftly finished off any survivors.
From above, Bai Chenxian and Xiao Mei ruled the skies, cutting down all foes beneath Soul Saint rank. Ning Fenzhi watched in stunned disbelief as Spirit Hall crumbled in a crushing, one-sided defeat.
Level 97, Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo towered over their 91- and 92-level opponents. Victory was all but guaranteed.
Unlike the original story, where the clan lacked Soul Douluo and Soul Saints to defend against overwhelming numbers, now Spirit Hall was utterly outmatched.
***
Today, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon burned. Plumes of smoke rose endlessly as the Spirit Hall's forces rained destruction without mercy.
The old patriarch, Yu Yuanzen, barely had a moment to breathe as the Level 94 Sea Turtle Douluo and Level 95 Ghost Leopard Douluo moved with seamless synchronization.
All Soul Douluo–ranked elders and below were mercilessly slaughtered by Touba Xi and the Ninth Elder of Spirit Hall—life snuffed out with ruthless efficiency, no hesitation, no mercy.
Tang Yin, observing the carnage, drew a grim conclusion. His Death God Domain seemed to hunger for the slaughter of the wicked.
Witnessing the relentless execution of every target—innocent or guilty—he realized the true essence of his power, and perhaps the core philosophy of the Ashura God: to judge sin and mete out justice without hesitation.
"The ones butchering the innocent—I will end them. That's my Justice. And if anyone dares to stop me from delivering justice, then their death is their own doing."
Tang Yin's jaw tightened as he forced himself to watch the massacre—every scream, every innocent life torn away. Each moment pressed heavier against his hesitation, carving a cold, sharp resolve into his heart.
"I'll let them finish their sins… but I won't let them escape them." He muttered, calming his conscience while committing every face—every butcher of the weak and helpless—to the darkest recesses of his memory.
Boom—!
Baaammmm—!
"Aaaah!"
Erlong tore through the battlefield, destruction erupting in her wake. Her eyes burned red, tears long since evaporated by her own flames as she tried to break through to the killers.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei struggled to contain her, fighting desperately to keep her away from interfering. They had no idea where she came from or what connection she had to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—but she was a problem, one dangerous enough to jeopardize the entire operation.
"Gui Mei! Let's use that!" Yue Guan hissed, contorting his face in exaggerated signals.
Ghost Douluo shot him a deadpan glare.
"Idiot. If we fuse now, we can contain her—but if anyone else joins the fight, we'll be helpless unless we undo the Spirit Fusion. It only works when there's a single enemy."
Chrysanthemum Douluo finally realized the flaw and grimaced, completely at a loss. His brows wiggled nervously as he scratched his head, eyes darting back and forth, clearly pondering… and failing to find a solution.
"This woman's attacks are too destructive, and ours aren't doing a damn thing. Only option is to use our strongest soul skills, but at this rate, I'll burn through my soul power!" Yue Guan complained, nose scrunched in frustration as his eighth ring glowed brightly.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Holy Light Door!"
The floating Chrysanthemum unleashed a searing golden light, targeting Liu Erlong. It was a single-target skill, its power rivaling that of a Ninth Soul Skill.
Zoom!
Tang Yin's stomach dropped at the incoming attack, yet he froze in awe when he saw Erlong nonchalantly raise her left leg and declare,
"Left Leg Skill—Scorching Deflection!"
The attack veered sharply, shooting toward the Ninth Elder. The man had been hacking down the helpless with a cruel grin—but that smile froze, replaced by sheer terror.
Boom—!
He didn't even get the chance to dodge before the blast struck. Regrettably, only his left hand was destroyed—he survived, but barely. His eyes blazed with murderous intent as they landed on the culprit, who froze, realizing the consequences.
Yue Guan bit his fist, stammering out a rapid string of apologies as he shamelessly blamed Erlong. Gui Mei's eyes nearly bulged at the utter devastation caused by his dear friend—
Hissing in pain, the Ninth Elder glared hatefully at Erlong who was once again in battle with the two… until he noticed the old man before him.
Yu Loumian, who had been struggling against him for minutes, was suddenly free. He gave his daughter a grateful look, though she acted as if she hadn't seen it.
The old man's heart twisted at the sight of his daughter fighting two Titled Douluo alone. Regret consumed him. If only he had believed Erlong… perhaps everyone could have been saved.
Unknown to him, the Ninth Elder staggered back to his feet, eyes brimming with cruelty. With murderous intent, he drove his spear toward Yu Loumian.
"No—!"
Through her peripheral vision, Erlong saw her father being impaled. Her heart dropped—but then she saw his expression. For the first time, he smiled gently… reassuringly.
He mouthed: "Thank you. I'm sorry I didn't believe you."
Those simple words nearly broke her—but years of grief and hate did not vanish so easily.
"How's that for payback? Hahahaha!"
Her gaze sharpened. She rushed toward the Ninth Elder, who was laughing maniacally—only for Gui Mei and Yue Guan to intercept her.
She didn't spare them a single glance as her eighth soul ring lit up ominously.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Inferno Hell Fire!"
The Nine‑Headed Inferno Dragon manifested, each head unleashing a concentrated stream of fire, tracking both of them no matter where they fled. Only when Gui Mei's seventh soul ring and Yue Guan's ninth soul ring ignited did the tides finally begin to shift.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Ghost Demon Avatar!"
The inferno's beam tore straight through Gui Mei's spectral body—and immediately hammered into Yue Guan.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Chrysanthemum Ruins!"
But the Golden Chrysanthemum Douluo's spirit power detonated outward, twisting into a colossal tornado of razor-petaled energy that finally managed to tear the dragon's attack apart and disrupt the technique.
Erlong dashed forward, appearing face‑to‑face with the psychotic Ninth Elder—only to be frozen in place.
"Dark Eclipse—Bipolar Static Field!"
Yue Guan and Gui Mei clasped hands, their bodies equally immobilized. "Hahaha! Violent woman, what now? I present to you our fusion technique! Until and unless we're interrupted you'll be immobilized for a long time."
The Ninth Elder licked his lips, eyes crawling over her figure. "You two hold the domain steady, and maybe I'll forgive you. Everything else… I'll take care of personally."
Tang Yin had finally had enough. He appeared before the man, Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud shimmering—but stopped when he saw the ninth ring blazing around Erlong. He smirked. "It seems you're destined to die today."
"Huh? Who—?"
He swore someone was speaking—then the ground erupted beneath him. His vision went blank as searing heat consumed him.
And he heard Erlong's furious roar:
"Ninth Soul Skill—Inferno Dragon's Fury!"
"AAAAAH!!!"
Nine pillars of Nirvana Flame—each dozens of meters wide and hundreds of meters tall—erupted violently, incinerating everything.
Gui Mei and Yue Guan were forced out of the fusion and blasted back. Touba Xi, the Spirit Turtle Douluo, and Ghost Leopard Douluo were all struck.
In that instant, Liu Erlong's right arm glowed crimson as she flashed behind the Ninth Elder, her fist bursting through his torso.
"Right Arm Skill—Blazing Fist!"
Dead.
The Ninth Elder was simply dead. Why?Because he was already injured from his own attack. For the third time, Yue Guan and Gui Mei's minds went completely blank.
"I—I'm sorry! I'm genuinely sorry! Uwuuu—!" Yue Guan wailed, already imagining what the High Priestess was going to do to him afterward.
"Shut up," Gui Mei muttered darkly. "Crying won't fix anything. We need to stop her before she destroys our operation"