Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a cold laugh.
In terms of spirit master strength, who can compare with Spirit Hall? Once the Worship Hall joins the battle, Spirit Hall will possess an overwhelming advantage. What does the Heaven Dou Empire have that can stop us?
He crossed his arms before his chest, his face brimming with arrogance.
"Boy, after this battle, the Heaven Dou Empire's elite will be annihilated. Once Jialing Pass falls, there will be no more natural barriers left to halt Spirit Hall's armies. If you surrender now, it's still not too late!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo had always been one of Bibi Dong's strongest supporters, believing Spirit Hall should indeed rule the world. Now, with Grand Worship Qian Daoliu finally approving, the Worship Hall had entered the war. A sweeping ambition surged in his chest—this was their moment to crush everything.
But Chen Feng stood calmly, as if none of this troubled him.
Yes, the Worship Hall's intervention did make things troublesome. But as a monster who had lived a second life, how could Chen Feng possibly be unprepared?
"Spirit Hall… such a mighty Spirit Hall," Chen Feng said evenly. "But have you truly forgotten who once held the title of the number one sect under heaven?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned. "You mean… the Clear Sky Sect?"
His gaze swept toward Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, and he couldn't help but nod in appreciation.
"As the so-called 'Twin Absolutes of the Clear Sky Sect,' the two of them are indeed formidable. Reaching Rank 97 and Rank 96, respectively, at such an age is truly impressive. But even so, they are already being held off by my two comrades. You don't really think that with just those two, the tide of battle can be reversed, do you?"
Chen Feng shook his head. "Of course not."
"Then what do you mean?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's heart suddenly sank with unease.
Instead of answering, Chen Feng smiled faintly and released a long, resonant roar.
The sound waves rolled across the battlefield like thunder. At his current level—infinitely close to Rank 98—and with the amplification of numerous 100,000-year spirit rings, his spirit power was already comparable to that of an Ultimate Douluo.
The reverberating call traveled far and wide. Not long after, several answering roars came from behind Jialing Pass. Five gray-robed elders appeared upon the city walls, their hair white with age, their expressions calm and sharp.
With a single motion, five black Clear Sky Hammers appeared in their hands—the mark of the Clear Sky Sect.
But what truly shocked Golden Crocodile Douluo was when, one after another, spirit rings rose from beneath their feet.
"All… all of them… Title Douluo?!"
He widened his eyes in disbelief.
And not just him—every member of Spirit Hall froze for a moment.
That was five more, Title Douluo!
Adding Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the Clear Sky Sect now revealed seven Title Douluo in total!
An oppressive weight settled heavily on Spirit Hall's side, while the Heaven Dou Empire's army erupted in renewed morale.
Even Crown Prince Xue Beng felt the crushing pressure lift from his shoulders, no longer despairing at the imbalance of high-level combatants.
"Your task is to hold those five!" Chen Feng commanded, pointing his Seven Killing Sword at the five Spirit Hall Elders who had broken free earlier.
The Five Clear Sky Elders replied in unison:
"As the Chief commands!"
Their Clear Sky Hammers swung forward as each elder engaged a Spirit Hall Elder.
The grudges between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect ran deep. Now that they clashed face-to-face, neither side held back. Right from the start, both unleashed their Spirit Avatars, fighting with the ferocity of those determined to kill or die.
Chen Feng turned away with a faint smile. This had been his plan all along. He and Tang Hao, Tang Xiao had arrived late at Jialing Pass not only because they helped heal Tang Hao's old injuries on the way, but also because Chen Feng had summoned these five Clear Sky Elders as reinforcements.
As the number one sect under heaven, once the Clear Sky Sect stepped into the world again, it would be earth-shaking!
Though the five elders weren't at the very peak among Title Douluo, against Spirit Hall's ordinary elders, they were more than enough—especially with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda amplifying them from the rear.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression turned sour, as if he had swallowed dung. His fists clenched and loosened repeatedly, his heart restless.
At this point, the open strength of both sides was nearly even. If the battle continued, the result could only be mutual destruction.
Who would win? Who would lose? It was no longer clear.
But as a Rank 98 Super Douluo, Golden Crocodile Douluo's pride refused to waver. After a few deep breaths, his voice rang out powerfully:
"As long as I defeat you, the battle will be decided!"
Chen Feng's eyes blazed with fighting spirit.
"That's exactly what I was thinking!"
Neither side was willing to back down.
For Golden Crocodile Douluo, even if his chances were only fifty-fifty, it was worth the risk. After all, even if he lost, Spirit Hall still had a backup—far away, Qian Renxue was already absorbing the Angelic God's divine inheritance. Once she became a God, no army under heaven could resist Spirit Hall's conquest.
But if he won? Then this would be the greatest tribute to welcome Qian Renxue as she ascended to rule the world!
Golden light exploded from his body, every scale standing erect. His white hair transformed into hardened plates that encased his skull, his posture lowering into the form of a massive crocodile.
Chen Feng only shook his head with disdain.
"You think yourself invincible below Rank 99? Today, I'll cut you down with a single strike!"
"Just you?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes flashed with fury.
Such arrogance! Even Tang Chen himself wouldn't dare to speak such words so boldly!
But then—red light erupted.
The Seven Killing Sword seemed to dissolve, its nine rings fusing. The nine stars embedded upon it vanished as well. Behind Chen Feng, a colossal phantom emerged—an identical figure to himself, godlike, its massive hands slowly drawing a blade into existence.
A hundred-meter-long demonic sword condensed into the phantom's grip, while Chen Feng himself rose into the air, floating at the level of its chest.
"What… what kind of ability is this?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo felt an unprecedented fear claw at his heart.
That towering phantom… that power… it was as if he were facing a deity.
"Self-Created Spirit Skill: Ring Fusion!"
"Ninth Spirit Skill—Activate!"
A blazing red sun bloomed behind Chen Feng, the result of fusing all nine rings.
At the same time, Ning Rongrong's amplification from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda ceased abruptly—she could no longer keep up.
Because in this moment, Chen Feng's strength had truly stepped into the realm of the Gods.