Tang San came to a halt, lowered his head to look at the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes filled with unwillingness as his consciousness gradually faded.
No! He had yet to become a Titled Douluo, had yet to establish a new Tang Sect in this world. How could he die just like that...
Bang!
Tang San's body fell straight to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and the others who had rushed over wore complicated expressions as they looked at the three dead elders and Tang San.
Following the principle that the upper three sects were bound by a shared fate, they had intended to mediate the grudge between Gu Yi and the Clear Sky Sect. Thus, while Gu Yi and the three elders had still been fighting, they had used Soul Power from a great distance away to shout, "Show mercy!"
In the end, Gu Yi had killed too quickly.
In just a few breaths, the Clear Sky Sect's three elders had died beneath his spear, and even a junior had been casually killed by Gu Yi.
Their words had instead become an afterthought.
So what Rongrong said was true. Someone really could kill Titled Douluo at level fifty-nine—three of them, no less!
'Level fifty-nine?' Ning Fengzhi's gaze sharpened as it fell upon Gu Yi.
The Soul Power fluctuations emanating from Gu Yi were indeed at level fifty-nine, but Rongrong had clearly said that he had only been level fifty before, without even obtaining his fifth soul ring.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also sensed Gu Yi's cultivation.
Ning Fengzhi exchanged glances with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. 'In barely over ten days, he improved by nine levels... What a monster.'
It seemed their guess had been wrong. Gu Yi did not