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The smoke and dust drifted away, yet the scene revealed was not what Ming Xingyun had expected. The first thing that entered his sight was Bao Nansong sprawled lifelessly on the ground.
Three red-glowing flying daggers were stuck in the level 87 Soul Douluo's body, and the deadliest among them had pierced straight through the vital point of his throat, severing all life.
Beside the corpse stood Li Xunhuan with his Martial Soul Avatar activated, his aura slightly disordered and his breathing heavy. Six scarlet flying daggers circled and danced around him, radiating sharp killing intent.
Ming Xingyun's pupils shrank, and he cursed inwardly, "Useless trash!"
He had not expected Bao Nansong to truly fall at the hands of this level 82 Soul Douluo famed throughout the world for his flying daggers.
Not far away, Xia Yun was locked in combat with his guard squad.
Ming Xingyun activated his black eyes, his gaze flickering as his mental perception swept across the entire manor shrouded in raging fire and gunsmoke.
His heart sank to rock bottom.
In every direction—east, west, south, and north—the remaining members of the Black Nether Legion were being surrounded, split apart, and slaughtered by the Heaven Dou Royal Knights Order and other troops surging in like a tide in organized formations.
The battle's decline was already irreversible, especially in the manor's backyard, where the defensive line was rapidly disintegrating and collapsing.
His perception also caught the suffocating clash of energy farther away—Ghost Demon Douluo Wan Hanyou was being forced into a desperate, ragged defense by the fierce joint assault of Snow Douluo Han Yiyu and Mo Yue Douluo Xuan Qingya, floundering on all sides. His defeat was likely only moments away.
And closer still, at the