"Enemy... attack..."
The shrill roar rang out, so clear in the silent, deep night that almost everyone heard it.
Guido Weiss and his third brother, Wilbur Weiss, hurriedly rushed out of the main hall and arrived at the square before it, but it was too late...
For a time, arrows fell like rain: fire-type explosions, metal-type piercing, earth-type tremors, water-type bone-deep cold, wood-type draining of Life Force, wind-type speed and cutting, lightning-type electric destruction, and all manner of elemental power.
The earth, wind, and lightning powers in particular were devastating to a small mountain like Red Forest Mountain, only three or four hundred meters high. Calling it Earth Shattering was no exaggeration at all. A large number of defenses, ancient trees, and pavilions could not withstand the attacks. They were pierced through, smashed down, blasted askew, and collapsed, leaving utter devastation everywhere.
"Who dares attack our Magic Sheep Sect!" Guido Weiss, the sect master of the Magic Sheep Sect with level 77 Soul Saint cultivation, roared.
"Magic Goat True Body!" A pitch-black goat, ten meters tall and several dozen meters long, with a vertical eye on its forehead, appeared across the sky, but there were too many arrows for him to deal with them all.
After several waves of attacks, dust blasted several meters high, sand and stones flew everywhere, buildings collapsed. Soul Saints were still all right, but those below them were not safe—even Soul Emperors. Several hundred people were wounded or killed. Many died while still asleep, and even more were buried inside.
Of the guards on the southern side, six or seven out of ten low-level Soul Masters were lost in these three waves of attacks. The eastern and western sides were also affected; only the northern side, located behind the mountain, was a little better off, as the arrow rain could hardly cover it.
From the mountain gate to the main hall, the Magic Sheep Sect had set up three defensive lines. Normally, even if someone launched a sneak attack, they would have enough time to react. They had never expected the attackers to cover the mountain with such terrifying arrow rain. No—calling it a crossbow-cannon ground scouring would be more accurate.
Ten Thousand Arrows Pierce the Clouds was the secret technique of the Seven Absolute Bow Yang Family, renowned throughout the world. According to the number and types of one's own attributes, it split each into one arrow, then multiplied by powers. For example, for a Soul Emperor, the number of arrows shot would be 6×6×6×...
A Soul Saint, meanwhile, could continuously split arrows with seven attributes, and the power of each arrow was no weaker than a strike from a Soul Ancestor. Stronger ones were comparable to a Soul King or Soul Emperor.
It was said that when a Titled Douluo cultivated it to profound heights, they could transform one into ten thousand. Just now, with Ning Ze and Chen Jingyao's assistance, Yang Jingxue had directly displayed one transforming into ten thousand before everyone's eyes.
The Seven Absolute Bow—the only bow-type Martial Soul among the highest-tier Ninth Grade Martial Souls—was truly terrifying!
At the same time, countless Black Shadows surged in from all directions like a tide. Battle cries rang through the sky in wave after wave, and screams rose without end.
"Big Brother, that's the Seven Absolute Bow. It's them. The situation looks bad," Wilbur Weiss said, his voice clearly carrying panic.
"Third Brother, take the children and escape through the secret passage. Hurry, leave right now!"
"Guido Weiss, none of you are going anywhere!" A thunderous shout rang out, its heavy, heavy-metal-like voice shaking people's minds.
A domineering fire-cloud-colored saber beam cleaved down. The Soul Power fluctuations emanating from the blade made people feel unbearably agitated, their blood churning.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Dark Magic Horn!" In the state of his Martial Soul Avatar, a Magic Sheep head over ten meters tall thrust its giant horn against the saber beam.
"Clang..." Guido Weiss was blasted back step after step and cried out, "Soul Douluo! This is the Karma Fire Demon Blade Martial Soul. You're from the Ximen Family!"
"Ximen Rongcheng of the Ximen Family, a level 87 Soul Douluo." As he spoke, Ximen Rongcheng walked over in an overbearing voice, followed by Chen Xun, Chen Jingyao, Zhu Tianhao, and the others. Ning Ze had not come; it was inconvenient for him to show himself.
"We merely proposed increasing our share of the Great Soul Arena in Yi Er City. It was negotiable. Yet you actually brought people to attack our mountain gate!" Guido Weiss froze for a moment, then took a deep breath. Given his status, he naturally knew who Ximen Rongcheng was.
"Some precedents cannot be set. Some things cannot be done. Some people cannot be offended!" Ximen Rongcheng said faintly from a lofty position.
At this moment, a God Tablet shot up into the sky a thousand meters high, blotting out the sun. Even the Void trembled endlessly under the suppression of the God Tablet. Along with an aged voice, the sky resounded: "Ninth Soul Skill—Heaven Suppressing Mysterious Stele Transformation!"
The God Tablet transformed into two or three hundred small black God Tablets that descended from the sky. White inscriptions shimmered upon them, exuding a profound, mysterious charm. A giant black-and-white energy barrier covered the entirety of Red Forest Mountain and seeped down into the ground.
"Fang Yuan, you old bastard! You're cutting the weeds and digging up the roots, exterminating my Magic Sheep Sect to the last!" Another aged voice came from far away on the Back Mountain. "This old man will fight you to the death today. Even if I die, I'll break off one of your teeth!"
"Bartosz Weiss, anyone can boast. Since you're not dead, then today, fall together with the Magic Sheep Sect!"
Guido Weiss gnashed his teeth. "Heaven Suppressing Douluo—Fang Yuan!"
"You'd better worry about yourself first!" Ximen Rongcheng said contemptuously. Beneath his feet, eight soul rings lit up—two yellow, two purple, and four black. In his hand was a blade with a four-foot body and a one-foot hilt, crimson from end to end. Fresh-red fire lotuses were engraved on the blade, while the hilt bore cloud patterns. It was domineering!
"Sixth Soul Skill—Dragon Flame Burst Ram!" A ferocious blazing fire dragon coiled out from the blade and enveloped Guido Weiss.
"Fifth Soul Skill—Great Earth Tremor!" Guido Weiss roared, and the ground shook violently. With him at the center, numerous earth spikes rapidly jutted up all around and shot crisscrossing toward the flying dragon.
The Three-Eyed Magic Sheep possessed dark, earth-type, and spirit-type attributes.
"Boom, boom..." Several breaths later, the flying dragon suddenly spread open and turned into countless sparks that fell within a range of just over ten feet around Guido Weiss. The entire covered area instantly burst into raging flames.
As Ximen Rongcheng made his move, large-scale battle between both sides was ignited.
On the eastern side, the Magic Sheep Sect had a small pass. Another dozen or so li beyond it was the main north-south road of the Star Luo Empire. The Magic Sheep Sect had invested heavily in Avant-Garde Town beside that official road. This place was second only to the passage outside the southern mountain gate in terms of defense.
In the sky, an Eight-Headed Fire Phoenix more than twenty meters long—formed from one phoenix head and seven "fire beads" as the Rainbow Phoenix True Body—was wreaking havoc. Extremely high temperatures, fierce and explosive flames, and a speed ranked among the very top of flying birds made it a top-tier Beast Martial Soul fully comparable to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
More than ten Flying Soul Masters of the Magic Sheep Sect were resisting with great difficulty, and one or two corpses fell from time to time.
"You can't stop this First Master! Die! Sixth Soul Skill—Demon Flame Soul Burning Array!" a ridiculously handsome show-off shouted.
Ma Zhibin was an extraordinarily handsome middle-aged man. Saying he was thirty years old would not feel out of place at all. He had a straight nose bridge, rosy lips, and when he smiled lightly, it was like a swan feather drifting down; when silent, he was cold and stern as ice. The outline of his side profile seemed carved by a blade, sharp and distinct yet not lacking softness, and there was even a flame mark between his brows. He truly made hearts stir. For a man to look like this was rare in all the world.
A huge formation was summoned in the sky, and more than ten large fireballs rushed toward the Magic Sheep Sect's Flying Soul Masters. They had a locking function and could not be dodged; they could only be counterattacked or endured head-on. These fireballs not only burned the body, but could also burn the soul.
The Magic Sheep Sect's Flying Soul Masters scattered and dodged, looking extremely miserable.
"My heavens, he's already decades old, but Zhibin is still such a slick flirt." On the ground, Long Wenkai held his forehead and shouted to those around him, "Everyone, hurry up and move. We're heading to the main peak to regroup."
"Eighth Soul Skill—Silent Extinction Azure Dragon!"
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