Divine Skills in Succession, Vanishing from the Map of Douluo Continent

Divine Skills in Succession, Vanishing from the Map of Douluo Continent

Holy crap!

What was he going to do?

The moment the soul masters in the plaza saw Chen Changfeng's second soul ring light up, their hearts convulsed.

It wasn't over yet?!

What powerful fire elemental energy!

Looking up at the sky, the rainy black clouds overhead had already turned red, and even the dark clouds had turned into fiery clouds.

Boom!!!

A flaming meteor pierced through the clouds and descended upon the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan mountain range, officially beginning this divine skill!

After evolving, Flames Burning the Sky was no longer merely pure fire. It condensed the flames into massive fireballs resembling meteors, each one possessing power comparable to a Titled Douluo's Ninth Soul Skill.

And there were thousands upon thousands of such fireballs!

Muffled roars pierced through the clouds as they crashed down!

That was true destructive fireworks.

They exploded wildly!

At that moment, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan mountain range suffered another devastating blow. The wind fed the flames, and in almost an instant, the blazing Flames Burning the Sky, comparable to apocalyptic fire, swallowed everything within a hundred li of the mountain range.

Every trace of life within the mountains was instantly annihilated.

Now, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan mountain range had completely vanished from the map of Douluo Continent. Of Nine Dragon Mountain, only the plaza on True Dragon Mountain at its center and the battered mountain gate remained undestroyed. Like a lone peak on the verge of collapse, it trembled amid the ruined mountains.

"You destroyed my clan!!!"

Yu Yuanzhen, in his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon true form, witnessed it all with his own eyes. He spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly dyeing the mountain gate red. "I, Yu Yuanzhen, today—"

But before he could finish, he no longer had the chance to continue.

Before countless stunned eyes, the life-taking purple Destruction Scepter ruthlessly pierced through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's head.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were wide open, filled with shock and unwillingness.

He regretted it.

He regretted scheming to lure this young man here.

But what use was regret? He could only watch unwillingly as his body evaporated, turning into purple light that filled the sky before finally returning to the earth. In the end, even his remaining wisp of soul and spiritual power faded into nothingness.

Only two black, bone-like objects remained floating in the air.

Those were soul bones!

Even with legendary soul bones before them, not a single soul master dared step forward—unless they no longer valued their lives.

"Ding. Congratulations to the host for completing your first large-scale destruction and killing Yu Yuanzhen, a level ninety-five Peak Douluo. Reward: soul power increased by one level."

"Ding. Congratulations to the host for destroying several Blue Tyrant Sect disciples. Reward: soul power increased by one level."

"Ding. Congratulations to the host for destroying countless mountain creatures. Additional reward: all soul ring ages increased by one hundred thousand years."

"Ding. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the comprehensive reward. All destruction divine skills have evolved to level three."

"Organizing system panel."

Name: Chen Changfeng

Spirit: Destruction Scepter

Rank: Level eighty-five Battle Soul Douluo

Domains: Source of Destruction, Source of Spirit

Soul Ring Configuration: Orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold—five-hundred-thousand-year level

Divine Skill Configuration:

Annihilation Thunder, level two (Thunder destroys the world, destruction within a hundred li) upgraded to level three (Doomsday descends, all things perish)

Flames Burning the Sky, level two (Comparable to a nuclear explosion, devouring heaven and earth) upgraded to level three (Raises a ten-thousand-zhang fire dragon, heavenly disaster descends)

Black Dragon Wave, level three.

Level eighty-five already.

Chen Changfeng calmly looked at his system panel. Leveling up really wasn't easy.

It seemed that the higher he went, the harder it would become.

Destroying the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had only raised him two levels. Once he advanced to Titled Douluo, would he be able to slaughter gods?

They were dumbfounded.

The entire plaza fell silent. Faced with this hellish outcome, the soul masters did not even dare swallow.

Yu Yuanzhen... was gone too.

That young man had done exactly as he said. After today, there would no longer be a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, once one of the Upper Three Sects, had completely reached its end alongside that clan plaque stained with dragon blood and teetering on the verge of collapse, becoming history remembered across Douluo Continent.

Especially that Soul Ancestor who had spoken with Chen Changfeng earlier.

His face was now as pale as paper, utterly bloodless.

"Brother, have you ever heard of divine skills?"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is one of the Upper Three Sects, the number one Beast Spirit in the world!"

"Don't talk nonsense. It'll get you killed."

Those words kept replaying in the Soul Ancestor's mind as though they had been copied and pasted. He could not stop them even if he wanted to. Now, he had truly seen a divine skill, and it was countless times more powerful than he had imagined.

So he had been the clown all along.

Still, having chatted so pleasantly with Chen Changfeng was enough for a Soul Ancestor to boast about for the rest of his life.

After settling everything, Chen Changfeng slowly put away the Destruction Scepter.

At that moment, every move he made tugged at the hearts of everyone present. They feared he had gone mad with killing and would casually unleash another divine skill to take them all away. They would not even have time to run. It was the truest fear born from the depths of their souls.

Chen Changfeng casually swept his gaze across the major factions gathered in the plaza.

Under that deathly stare, not one person dared meet his eyes directly.

Finally, Chen Changfeng's gaze settled on Ning Fengzhi. In a cold voice, he said, "Ning Fengzhi, does the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also intend to stand in my way?"

Faced with that question, Ning Fengzhi instinctively shuddered.

Recalling what had happened after Chen Changfeng spoke those words at Spirit Plaza, cold sweat broke out all over him.

This was not a question.

It was an interrogation of death.

If he dared say the word "block," Chen Changfeng might launch a devastating attack right in his face the very next second.

As the tension thickened once again, Sword Douluo Chen Xin stepped in front of Ning Fengzhi.

His heart struggled.

In the end, Ning Fengzhi gathered his courage and gestured for Chen Xin not to act rashly. He immediately said, "Your Excellency has misunderstood. I came here only at Xue Ye's request to protect His Highness the Crown Prince. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has no intention whatsoever of interfering in the grudge between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Spirit Hall."

He changed his tune faster than turning a page.

Just moments ago, Ning Fengzhi had still been considering acting as a mediator.

Yet now, he had completely changed his mind. After all, he did not want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to suffer the same fate as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The clan's fate stood above all else. Pride meant nothing.

Ning Fengzhi, filled with the desire to survive, did not forget to emphasize that he had only come to protect the crown prince. Though the empire's threat was useless against Chen Changfeng—Yu Yuanzhen, a duke, had been killed without hesitation—this was still Ning Fengzhi's final stubbornness and a comfort to himself.

Fortunately, his gamble had paid off.

If Xue Ye had been standing beside Ning Fengzhi at that moment and once again tried to pressure Chen Changfeng with the imperial family, Chen Changfeng would have attacked without hesitation.

But Qian Renxue was different.

"Hmph. Get lost!"

Chen Changfeng cast Ning Fengzhi a cold glance, then waved his hand and collected the two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones Yu Yuanzhen had dropped. Turning around, he walked out of the plaza. Countless soul masters hurriedly moved aside, making way for this God of Destruction.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the second greatest sect in the world.

At that moment, it did not even dare utter a word.

But just before Chen Changfeng stepped onto the path down the mountain, he stopped again. "Ning Fengzhi, I hope you are a smart man. If you ever intend to defy Spirit Hall in the future, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Sect will serve as warnings to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

With that, Chen Changfeng finally vanished from everyone's sight, leaving the soul masters scattered across the mountain trembling in the wind.

It wasn't over?

There was still the Clear Sky Sect?

One hundred thousand words already. Please give me one last wave of support. After this, I can't call it a new book anymore.