Ye Xian Descends upon the Speed Clan! Clear Sky Sect, Who Gave You the Nerve?

"Not good!"

As the Clan Leader of the Speed Clan, Bai He possessed unmatched speed and an exceptionally keen sense for danger.

The instant that sense of dread erupted, every hair on his body stood on end, and his Soul Power burst forth without restraint.

His seventh spirit ring lit up instantly—Martial Soul Avatar!

"Shriek—!"

A piercing bird cry tore through the silent night sky above the Speed Clan!

A massive Sharp-tailed Swift phantom with a wingspan exceeding ten meters, its body covered in sleek white feathers, moved so fast that it left behind only a blurred streak of light.

It instantly condensed behind Bai He and fused with him.

Empowered by his Martial Soul Avatar, Bai He's body became so light that it seemed weightless, transforming into a white bolt of lightning almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

He shot toward the room's exit.

Boom—!

The instant Bai He vanished.

A terrifyingly tyrannical force descended like a falling meteor and struck Bai He's room with perfect precision.

Along with several nearby houses, it was instantly smashed into pieces amid an earth-shaking explosion!

A violent shockwave mixed with crimson Soul Power currents swept outward in every direction like a tsunami.

Bricks, stones, and splinters blasted through the air like torrential rain, while dust soared into the sky.

A burly, violent figure slowly emerged from the dust and ruins.

He held an incomparably massive, dark-red Clear Sky Hammer.

Nine spirit rings pulsed wildly around the hammer.

Especially the profound black ninth spirit ring, which radiated a terrifying pressure that made hearts tremble.

Clear Sky Sect's Seventh Elder—Tang Lie!

His eyes were crimson as blood as he stared fixedly in the direction Bai He had vanished, his face twisted with a ferocious grin and towering rage.

"Bai He, you slippery old bird! You sure run fast!"

"But do you think you can escape?"

"Traitor! Today is the day your entire Speed Clan is wiped out! I'll slaughter every last one in this bird nest!"

"Get out here and die!"

His furious roar was like thunder from the highest heavens. Carrying the terrifying pressure of a peak Titled Douluo, it instantly blanketed the entire Speed Clan residence.

Countless clan members awoke from their sleep.

Terrified screams and children's cries instantly shattered the dead silence of the night.

"Clan Leader! Clan Leader, save us!"

"Run! It's an elder from the Clear Sky Sect!"

Crying, pleas for help, and the sounds of collapsing buildings blended together, turning the place into a living hell.

Tang Lie had no time to hunt down ordinary clan members. His current target was only one—Bai He.

Once that old bastard was dead, the rest could be dealt with easily.

Boom!

Another hammer strike smashed a building ahead to pieces, yet Bai He was still nowhere to be seen.

"Bai He, if you don't come out, I'll crush every chick in this bird nest one by one!"

Tang Lie sneered, his gaze like that of a vicious hawk as it frantically swept over every shadow.

His immense spiritual power was like invisible tentacles, brutally sweeping across the entire area in search of that slippery aura.

From deep within the ruins, a streak of white light shot close to the ground from beneath a collapsed beam.

It was so fast that it left only a warped white line in the air.

It was Bai He, with his Martial Soul Avatar activated.

At this moment, he was utterly terrified, pushing the Speed Clan's speed to its absolute limit.

There was only one thought in his mind—run!

The Speed Clan's combat strength was practically negligible, let alone against a Titled Douluo powerhouse from the Clear Sky Sect.

"Found you! Filthy rat!"

A savage gleam flashed in Tang Lie's eyes as he instantly locked onto that white streak.

He roared, and the seventh spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up—Martial Soul Avatar!

"Roar—!"

A gigantic phantom over ten meters tall, wrapped in dark-red lightning and thick bloody fiendish aura, appeared with a thunderous boom and fused with Tang Lie.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand instantly expanded several times over, its head like a small mountain.

"Ninth Spirit Ability—Mountain-Shattering Annihilation Strike!"

Tang Lie's Martial Soul Avatar let out an earth-shaking roar. With both hands, he swung the mountain-like giant hammer and smashed it savagely toward the direction Bai He was fleeing.

This strike contained his lifetime of killing intent and the violent Soul Power of a peak Titled Douluo.

Before the hammer even arrived, its overwhelmingly terrifying pressure descended first, like an invisible giant hand viciously gripping the vast space ahead.

Space groaned under the strain, crazily compressed and twisted.

Bai He's prideful speed instantly became like movement through a swamp within this frozen space that had been locked down.

He felt invisible immense forces rushing in from all directions, binding his body tightly. Even the circulation of his Soul Power became incomparably sluggish.

"No—!"

Despair filled Bai He's eyes.

Watching the Crimson Giant Hammer, carrying an aura that could annihilate everything, rapidly enlarge in his pupils, the shadow of death had never been so clear.

He could practically see himself being smashed into pulp.

Bzz—!

At that critical instant.

A terrifying chill that made hearts tremble descended without warning, carrying razor-sharp sword intent.

Time seemed to have been paused at that very moment.

Feather-like Ice Crystal snowflakes silently drifted down from the sky, every flake containing power that seemed capable of freezing all things.

Tang Lie's world-destroying ninth spirit ability, the enormous Clear Sky Hammer crashing down with annihilating might, abruptly froze less than ten zhang above Bai He's head.

The violent crimson lightning and bloody fiendish aura around the hammer were instantly covered and frozen by a visibly spreading, thickening layer of Dark Blue Ice.

Even the hammer's unstoppable downward momentum was forcibly locked in midair by that absolute chill.

"Wh... what?!"

Tang Lie roared in shock and fury. He felt as though he had fallen into mystical ice that had not melted for hundreds of millions of years.

The circulation of his violent Soul Power became more sluggish than ever, and even his thoughts seemed about to freeze.

For the first time, unimaginable horror appeared in his crimson eyes.

Bai He also froze in place. The tremendous shock of surviving death left his mind completely blank.

He could only stare foolishly at the frozen giant hammer above him, feeling the extreme chill around him that had pulled him back from the brink of death.

A figure silently appeared ten paces in front of Bai He.

He wore a Dark Papal Robe, an Ice Crystal Crown, and held the Frost King Sword flowing with dark-blue divine light.

He merely stood there calmly, yet he seemed to become the sole core of this domain, the master of all things!

Spirit Hall's Pope—Ye Xian!

His ice-blue eyes swept emotionlessly over Tang Lie, who had been frozen like a trapped beast.

At last, they fell upon the still-shaken Bai He. His icy voice resounded through this frozen world like a divine decree.

"Who gave your Clear Sky Sect the nerve?"

"You dare lay a hand on my Spirit Hall's people?"