Inside the main hall.
Ning Fengzhi, who had already been restless, was startled by the sudden thunderous shouts of slaughter and explosions of Spirit Skills outside. He sprang up from his seat, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.
He looked fearfully toward Chen Xin beside him, who stood like a stabilizing pillar, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Uncle Jian..."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin slowly opened his tightly shut eyes. Deep within them was an inescapable heaviness and a trace of sorrow he had long since anticipated.
He sighed, the sound filled with helplessness and resolve, and spoke with difficulty. "They came in the end."
He stood up. His upright, sword-like body seemed to bear the weight of the entire sect at that moment. "Let's go, Fengzhi..."
With that, Chen Xin used his Soul Power to lift Ning Fengzhi. The two turned into a streak of light and shot out of the main hall, arriving beneath the night sky outside, which had already become a purgatory.
The sight before him made Ning Fengzhi's eyes split with rage and his heart ache as if cut by knives!
Above them, Spirit Kite Douluo's blazing Martial Soul Avatar circled through the sky. Countless burning feathers fell like a meteor shower, setting the pavilions and towers below ablaze and igniting a sea of fire.
The once-prosperous Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was now engulfed in flames, with thick smoke billowing into the sky.
Countless disciples dressed in the uniforms of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect were battling the Spirit Masters of the Spirit Hall, who surged forward like a tide. But the overwhelming disparity in numbers and strength had turned the battle into a one-sided slaughter.
Screams and the rumbling of Spirit Skills rang out without end, while blood dyed the ground red.