Bone Douluo Dies, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Changes Hands

Bone Douluo Dies, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Changes Hands

The Soul Master who had questioned Qin Shiyuan earlier stepped forward once more.

With a smiling face, he bowed respectfully and clasped his hands.

"Fellow cultivators, Tower Master Qin has already agreed to let us leave. Could you please make way?"

Hearing this, the Eight Rings steward leading Star-Plucking Tower's side wore a mocking smile.

"Leave?"

"Sorry, but our orders are... leave no one alive!"

"Kill!"

"Leave?"

"Sorry, but our orders are... leave no one alive!"

"Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, nearly a thousand black-clad figures surged forward like ghosts.

Before countless stunned eyes, they blasted every living being into countless bloody fragments.

In the end, across the land that was gradually dyed dark red with blood, only furious roars and endless screams rose toward the mountaintop.

"Qin Jianjiu! You broke your word! You despicable bastard!"

"Ah!!! Even as ghosts, we won't let you off!"

The screams and roars drifted into the ears of everyone atop the mountain, like a bone-piercing cold wind that made the bodies of more than a thousand Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples tremble violently.

"Heh, I broke my word?"

An amused voice came from the figure seated on the high seat within the sect master's hall, one leg crossed over the other.

"I warned them long ago. The blade was fast; as long as they didn't panic, they would have been fine."

"Unfortunately, no one listened."

At those words, more than a thousand throats swallowed in unison.

If they had hesitated even a little longer just now, they would likely have joined those whose heads had been separated from their bodies.

At this moment, the disciples who had praised Qin Shiyuan's kindness earlier had no idea how many times they had slapped themselves in their hearts.

The square fell silent. Only several chief elders and stewards moved back and forth through the crowd.

It was not until the time it took to drink a cup of tea that this strange silence was completely shattered.

Unfortunately, when they saw who had broken the silence, everyone instantly felt that things had been better before.

At the edge of the square, a group of black-clad figures wreathed in bloodlust once again climbed to the mountaintop.

The blood splattered across them had long since blended into their black clothing, making them seem like Gods of Slaughter, their murderous aura overwhelming.

Even though they now belonged to the same sect, the traumatized crowd still could not help taking half a step back.

Fortunately, none of the black-clad figures paid any attention to these small movements. They marched in neat formation straight to the entrance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master's hall.

"Tower Master, the mission is complete. One thousand one hundred and thirty-eight people—no survivors!"

"Good work."

Qin Shiyuan flew out from the hall and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

"Rest here for now. Once the aftermath has been dealt with, I will reward you according to your merits."

"Thank you, Tower Master!"

Like well-trained elites, the thousand-odd people sat down in unison to regulate their breathing after that single reply, without the slightest further movement.

These were the foundations Star-Plucking Tower had secretly cultivated over so many years.

After being reorganized into the War Hall under Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch, this was now their first appearance before the public.

"Chen Xin, stop grinding your sword over there and finish it already. You'll have plenty of chances later."

Qin Shiyuan rubbed his forehead helplessly and called out toward Chen Xin, who had already fought several miles away.

With Chen Xin's current strength, dealing with Bone Douluo should have been effortless.

The reason he had dragged it out for so long was likely because Chen Xin had just broken through and gained some insight into Sword Intent, so he was using Bone Douluo's turtle shell to practice his swordsmanship.

"Looks like Tower Master's side has already finished. Then I can't keep practicing any longer."

Hearing Qin Shiyuan's urging, Chen Xin looked at Gu Rong, who was already covered in wounds, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

"What a pity. It was hard to find such a tough bone as you."

"Gu Rong, goodbye!"

As soon as Chen Xin's words fell, Soul Power several times greater than before erupted from every pore of his body.

"You were still holding back!"

Gu Rong was utterly stunned. After all this time, he had been the one getting crushed.

Yet he had never expected that Chen Xin, who had already displayed such overwhelming strength, was still holding back by no small margin.

"Seventh Spirit Ability, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Ninth Spirit Ability, Gods and Demons Slash!"

Chen Xin had no intention of wasting words on Gu Rong. Once he stopped holding back his Soul Power—

He unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar and immediately activated his most powerful Ninth Spirit Ability.

The dark-black Spirit Ring behind him suddenly flashed.

The next moment, the enormous phantom of the Seven Kill Sword appeared out of thin air, its tip slicing a spatial rift through the air.

From within the rift, countless silver-white strands of Sword Qi plummeted toward Gu Rong.

"So strong!"

Gu Rong stared blankly at the strike, his heart filled with despair. Faced with such terrifying power, he knew he had no chance whatsoever of blocking it.

"I... I don't want to die yet!"

Gu Rong clenched his teeth, as though making an incomparably difficult decision within his heart.

At last, he opened his eyes again, a helpless bitter smile surfacing in their depths.

"Fine. I admit I can't block this strike. Chen Xin, stop."

"Tower Master Qin, I am willing to surrender and join Star-Plucking Tower."

After saying those two sentences, it was as if all the strength had been drained from his body, and he immediately slumped.

At the same time, however, he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

To him, although this was somewhat humiliating, it was still worth it if it meant keeping his life.

Yet after relaxing, when he looked up again, he discovered in horror—

Chen Xin's Sword Qi had not stopped as he had imagined.

Its sharpness showed no sign of slowing and was still racing straight toward him!

"Chen Xin? I've already surrendered, so why haven't you stopped?"

"If you accidentally kill me, Star-Plucking Tower will be short one Titled Douluo. Can you bear Tower Master Qin's scolding?"

Hearing this, Chen Xin rolled his eyes at Gu Rong, who was talking to himself, and offered no explanation.

Instead, a teasing voice drifted over from the sky, completely shattering Gu Rong's self-righteous dream.

"I'm not lacking Titled Douluo. You should go keep your Sect Master company in peace."

As those words fell, Chen Xin's true killing move revealed itself from the spatial rift in midair that was about to close.

A Seven Kill Sword nearly a hundred meters long squeezed out, locking directly onto Gu Rong before plunging down with the force of thunder.

"Rumble!"

After a burst of thunderous noise, everything returned to silence.

Gu Rong's figure vanished together with the Seven Kill Sword, leaving behind not the slightest trace.

"Is everything taken care of?"

Seeing the dust settle, Qin Shiyuan turned his head and happened to see Meng Shu and the others withdrawing their hands.

"Reporting to Tower Master, Soul Restrictions have been planted on all of them."

"Good. Rest for now."

Planting Soul Restrictions on low-level soul masters was not difficult, but doing it in large numbers inevitably consumed some mental energy.

"You should all be quite familiar with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, right?"

"Go find all their valuables. Remember, don't wreck this place."

"After all, such a good location is perfectly suited to become the future headquarters of Star-Plucking Tower..."