Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu Personally Arrives at Treasure Sword City!

The four demon gods worked together seamlessly, fighting with increasing vigor.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei couldn't defeat them for the time being, and neither looked pleased.

"Old Ghost! We're not going to die here today, are we?!"

Just then, the beast tide inside the city went on a rampage.

Dozens of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts charged out from behind the ruins, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of lower-rank Soul Beasts, and lunged straight for the flank of the human formation.

At their head was a Ten-Thousand-Year Vajra Ape, two stories tall when it stood upright. It smashed a fist into the shield wall at the front of the imperial army, instantly sending dozens of men flying.

"Beast tide incoming!"

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The commanders of the various legions roared at the top of their lungs.

But these ordinary soldiers couldn't withstand the beast tide at all.

Spirit Hall's three thousand Soul Masters joined the battle as well.

Even so, they were no match for the dozens of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei had no choice but to divide their attention.

Yue Guan gritted his teeth and sent more than half the petals of his singular velvet sky chrysanthemum to block the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts on the flank.

An Luoxian seized the chance to kick his protective Soul Power, sending Yue Guan staggering back several steps with a tightness in his chest.

"Human! You dare get distracted while fighting a king!"

"Old Chrysanthemum!" Gui Mei wanted to come to his aid, but Saigong and Xi Er had him tied down.

The situation was taking a turn for the worse.

In the rear, Qian Renxue frowned slightly. If the imperial army and Spirit Hall's elites all perished here, it would do his plans no good.

With that thought, she glanced toward the rear of the army.

Her look carried an implicit message.

The next second.

Two figures darted out from behind Spirit Hall's ranks.

"Spirit Hall's Porcupinefish Douluo has come to provide support!"

"Spirit Hall's Snake Lance Douluo has come to provide support!"

The venomous spines all over Porcupinefish Douluo's body swelled, and he crashed into the beast tide like a perfectly round ball of spikes.

He rolled through, knocking down Soul Beasts in his path. His venomous spines stabbed into them, and agonized howls rose and fell.

Snake Lance Douluo flicked the snake lance in his hand, and dozens of spear shadows appeared, pinning several Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts precisely through the backs of their knees and nailing them in place. He turned and shouted to Gui Mei.

"Ghost Elder, leave the beast tide to us!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo breathed a sigh of relief and turned to fight the four demon gods.

As soon as the two Titled Douluo joined in, the situation turned around.

The beast tide was pushed back some distance, freeing Porcupinefish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo.

They charged forward to help Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

The four Titled Douluo surrounded the four demon gods, forcing An Luoxian and the others back again and again.

Hagenti was finally bloodied, a petal from Yue Guan cutting a gash in his arm.

Gui Mei tore a gash in Saigong's wing.

Yue Guan shredded most of Xi Er's green cicadas, sending Xi Er into a cursing rage.

A cheer erupted from the human ranks.

"Drive away the beast tide!"

"Victory will be ours!"

"Victory to the Heaven Dou Empire! Victory to Spirit Hall!"

"Long live our army! Long live our army!"

The cries rose in waves, each louder than the last.

Everyone was cheering.

On a distant mountaintop.

Feng Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the cheering humans below. His lips twitched.

"Trash."

With that, he raised a hand, condensed a ball of dark-purple Spiritual Power in his palm, and closed his fingers, crushing it.

On the battlefield outside Treasure Sword City, Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was pursuing An Luoxian, suddenly went rigid.

A muffled thud sounded in his chest, and the phantom of his singular velvet sky chrysanthemum Martial Soul exploded behind him, scattering broken golden petals across the ground.

Yue Guan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell headfirst from midair and smashed a shallow crater into the ground.

Gui Mei fared little better. His Ghost Shadow Martial Soul lost its form entirely, and he crashed away like a kite with its string cut.

Porcupinefish Douluo deflated from his spiked-ball form and spat out a great mouthful of blood.

The snake lance in Snake Lance Douluo's hand snapped in two. He sank to one knee, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

All four Titled Douluo were gravely injured in the blink of an eye!

The cheering came to an abrupt halt!

The sky over the entire battlefield darkened. A purple void spread out beneath Feng Xiu's feet, washing over the area outside Treasure Sword City like a tide.

Two enormous purplish-black dragons poked their heads out of rifts in the void.

Their draconic eyes swept downward, and the presence of each dragon was so oppressive that people couldn't catch their breath.

Feng Xiu stepped forward, one step at a time. With each step he took upon the void, a spiderweb of cracks spread through space.

He descended and stood in midair, looking down at the human army sprawled across the ground below.

His oppressive pressure bore down on them. Not one of the twenty thousand soldiers and three thousand Soul Masters could remain standing.

"Pfft!!!"

"Th-this! What terrifying power is this?!"

Feng Xiu wore a mask, leaving only his eyes visible and concealing his face.

The four demon gods, An Luoxian, Hagenti, Saigong, and Xi Er, climbed to their feet. Despite their injuries, they all dropped to one knee.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon God Emperor!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon God Emperor!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon God Emperor!"

Feng Xiu didn't answer. He merely glanced at them.

The next second, all four went flying sideways and smashed into the ruined city wall.

"Did Baimon arrange for only you four pieces of trash to come?"

Hagenti propped up the upper half of his body from the pile of bricks, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, and answered in a muffled voice.

"Your Majesty... Lord Baimon heard that there was a Sea God Island in the eastern sea. There might be a divine spark there that Your Majesty needs, so he sent the lords of the first few demon god pillars to attack Sea God Island."

Feng Xiu frowned slightly, his gaze darkening beneath his mask. "Sea God Island..."

He pondered for a moment.

Without the support of their Demon God Pillars, none of the seventy-two, aside from Agares and Vassago, were a match for Bo Saixi.

"Never mind. Let them be." Feng Xiu asked no more questions and raised his eyes toward the distance.

Seven figures were speeding toward them from the distant horizon, each with a more powerful presence than the last.

The corners of Feng Xiu's mouth curled up slightly. "So it's you. You reacted quickly."

The seven figures landed in front of the formation. At their head was a blond old man with a lean face and a white robe, an Angel Phantom faintly flickering around him.

Qian Daoliu, Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall's Worship Hall, a level ninety-nine Angel Douluo.

Six enshrined stood behind him, each with a profound presence. Any one of them was a Super Douluo of at least level ninety-five.

"Spirit Hall's seven enshrined, joining the battle!" Qian Daoliu declared in a deep voice, his gaze fixed firmly on Feng Xiu.

He had sensed something amiss the moment Treasure Sword City was destroyed and had brought the old fellows of the Worship Hall to watch the battle from the rear.

In the end, they had still arrived a step too late.

All four of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo had been gravely injured.

Qian Daoliu tightened his grip on the Angel Holy Sword, golden light flowing along its blade. He looked up and asked, "Do you know me, sir?"

Feng Xiu didn't answer the question. He merely glanced at him.

"Lead the humans away from here. Otherwise, you will all be killed without exception."

Lion Enshrined snorted. "Such arrogant words..."

Before he could finish, Feng Xiu's gaze swept over him. Lion Enshrined felt as though an invisible hand had seized his chest; he grunted and staggered back three steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Qian Daoliu's expression changed.

He had gravely injured Lion with a single glance. Even Qian Daoliu couldn't do that!

This man's strength was by no means as simple as that of a Limit Douluo!

"Who exactly are you, sir?" Qian Daoliu gripped the Angel Holy Sword tightly, a note of tension entering his voice for the first time.

Feng Xiu didn't answer. He merely glanced at him. "I don't want to repeat myself."