Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Closes In, Pursuit, Lightning Prison

"Watch out!"

Zhao Linchuan's hairs stood on end. As he shouted the warning, thunder light flashed wildly in his right hand, and the Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword instantly solidified in his grasp.

The attack came too fast and too fiercely. He had no time to dodge and could only exert force with both arms, fiercely raising the broad sword body before him!

"Clang—!!!"

A deafening clash of metal exploded as the black light struck the sword body viciously, its tremendous impact like a mountain flood or tsunami.

Zhao Linchuan felt searing pain in both arms as his qi and blood churned. The immense force sent him flying backward more than ten meters!

His reaction was swift. While still in midair, he slammed his left hand against the ground, blasting out soul power and borrowing the force to perform an agile aerial flip. After landing on both feet, he staggered back several more steps,

before barely managing to completely dissipate that terrifying impact.

Although She Long and Ci Xue had become wary the moment Zhao Linchuan shouted his warning, the carefully planned sneak attack still caught them off guard, leaving them no choice but to take it head-on.

Their bodies swayed slightly, and their expressions turned somewhat grim. Fortunately, as Titled Douluo with profound heritage, they had not suffered any real injuries.

She Long's gaze sharpened as he instantly locked onto the three figures slowly emerging from the forest shadows ahead. His heart sank, and he immediately sent Zhao Linchuan a telepathic transmission.

"It's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Young Master Zhao, run! We'll hold them back. Head to Spirit City immediately and seek the young master's protection! Hurry!"

Zhao Linchuan was never an indecisive person. He knew that staying behind now would only make him a burden.

Without hesitation, he willed it, and the Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword in his hand let out a clear sword cry before abruptly expanding.

He leaped up and landed steadily atop the broad sword body, driving his soul power at full force!

"Screech—!"

The Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword transformed into a blue electric snake that tore through the sky, carrying Zhao Linchuan away at astonishing speed!

"You old bastard, you and Fengzhi hold them off. I'll go after that kid!"

Before his words had even faded, black light surged around Gu Rong. His entire body turned into a streak of black light and pursued Zhao Linchuan's fleeing figure as though he had teleported.

Just as She Long was about to move to intercept him, an incomparably fierce sword aura barred his path. The Seven Kill Sword hummed as Chen Xin stood holding it, his robes fluttering and his expression indifferent.

"You two should stay and have a chat."

Feeling the terrifying soul pressure rising steadily from Chen Xin under Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda support, She Long and Ci Xue's expressions became exceedingly grave.

They knew that before the current Chen Xin, let alone providing rescue, even whether they could escape unscathed was uncertain.

"Young Master Zhao, may fortune favor you..."

She Long sighed and exchanged a glance with Ci Xue.

"Fight—!"

The two Titled Douluo shouted lowly as immense soul power erupted from them without reservation, and they charged fiercely toward Chen Xin.

For a time, a terrifying battle at the Titled Douluo level erupted at the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest!

On the other side, Zhao Linchuan fled while Gu Rong pursued, both moving like lightning.

The mountains, rivers, and land beneath them rapidly receded, and in the blink of an eye, they had already crossed more than a hundred li.

Zhao Linchuan was anxious, but his mind remained exceptionally calm:

This won't work. Blindly running isn't a solution! Gu Rong isn't any slower than me, and he hasn't even gone all out yet. He clearly wants to capture me alive!

I need to find a way to stall him, or... call for help!

I can't keep this up! Zhao Linchuan's thoughts raced. He quickly took out paper and a brush from his Soul Tool, hurriedly wrote a large character for "help," then summoned a Soul Beast carrier pigeon from his Ruyi Treasure Bag.

He swiftly stuffed the note into the tiny message tube on the bird's leg and gently stroked its feathers.

"Good boy, it's up to you. Go!"

With a flick of his arm, the carrier pigeon let out a shrill cry, beat its wings, and shot toward Sunset Forest like a gray bolt of lightning.

At the exact instant the carrier pigeon flew away, a fierce glint flashed through Zhao Linchuan's eyes. He suddenly turned around as lightning light frantically gathered in both palms. Two blue-white thunderballs filled with violent energy instantly formed and were hurled viciously at the pursuing Gu Rong!

"Boom—!!!"

The two thunderballs collided precisely in midair. Blinding lightning light erupted like a second sun, dyeing a vast stretch of sky deathly pale. The intense radiance even distorted the air!

Caught off guard, Gu Rong instinctively closed his eyes. His forward momentum slowed slightly as soul power surged around him, forming a solid defensive barrier against any attack that might follow.

When the lightning light dissipated, Gu Rong looked up to find that Zhao Linchuan had not taken the opportunity to flee farther away. Instead, he was hovering Not Far Away.

A pair of dazzling light wings, formed entirely from condensed lightning soul power and spanning more than three meters, had unfurled behind him. The Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, electric arcs crackling around his body as he assumed a stance of direct confrontation.

"Oh?" Gu Rong gave a hoarse laugh, solidifying several dozen meters in front of Zhao Linchuan. He glanced at the carrier pigeon, now a black speck on the horizon, utterly unconcerned.

"Kid, you're not running anymore? Have you come to your senses? Are you going to obediently come back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with me?"

The absolute strength of a level ninety-five Titled Douluo gave him the confidence to disregard all unforeseen variables.

Even if Zhao Linchuan called for help, by the time reinforcements arrived, he would have long since captured him and brought him back to the Bone Dragon Lair.

Zhao Linchuan did not answer. His actions gave the response.

He gripped his sword with both hands and slowly raised it before his brow. The lightning arcs dancing along the sword body abruptly became solid and incandescent!

The golden gemstone at the sword hilt shone brilliantly, as though resonating with the thunder above the nine heavens!

"Buzz—!"

In an instant, winds rose and clouds churned!

Dark clouds gathered out of nowhere high in the sky. Silver snakes darted through the clouds as rolling thunder rumbled forth.

At the same time, centered on Zhao Linchuan, a visible Blue Halo burst outward like a shockwave, instantly covering an area several thousand meters wide!

Within the domain, countless hair-thin Blue Electric Snakes appeared from nowhere, dancing madly and weaving into a destructive Thunder Net. The air became thick and violent, saturated with an aura of destruction.

This was Zhao Linchuan's Lightning Domain—Lightning Prison!

It enveloped Gu Rong with a suffocating sense of pressure!

"Heh, mere tricks." A disdainful sneer curled Gu Rong's lips. He neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the violent Lightning Prison to swallow him whole.

"Before absolute strength, these Tricks and Gimmicks of yours are nothing but... Hm?! Something's wrong!"

His expression shifted slightly. He clearly felt an invisible Suppression Field acting upon him. The circulation of soul power Inside Body had become sluggish, and his overall strength had been forcibly suppressed by nearly ten percent!

"Hiss... there's more?!" What shocked him was that the Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword seemed to unleash some peculiar power, further suppressing his soul power. In the blink of an eye, only eighty percent of his strength remained.

He abruptly looked toward the figure within the domain. "This kid... after leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, just how far has he developed his Martial Soul?!"