Feral Beast Bloodline, Roar at Dangyang Bridge!

Yet faced with such a lethal strike, Zhang Fei showed no fear. Instead, a savage gleam flared in his eyes, and his fighting spirit surged to its peak!

He suddenly drew a deep breath, his chest swelling violently like a bellows as dark-red baleful energy rose straight into the sky around him like a pillar of smoke!

The blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Ninth Soul Ring behind him blazed brightly, completely merging with his aura!

"Ninth Soul Skill! Feral Beast Bloodline!"

"Roar!!!"

The final sound was no longer speech, but a true roar—as if it had come from the primordial ages, capable of roaring down stars and shouting rivers apart!

"Roar at Dangyang Bridge!!!"

"Boom—!!!!!!!!!!!"

A terrifying pillar of sound, visible to the naked eye and mixed with dark-red baleful energy and pure soundwaves, as though it could pierce through heaven and earth, Burst from Zhang Fei's mouth and collided head-on with Mighty Lion Douluo's silent "Soul Shattering Heaven Smiting Roar"!

The two roars, each representing the ultimate extremes of power and destruction, crashed fiercely together in midair!

In that instant, heaven and earth fell silent, and all things lost their color!

There was only the annihilation of ultimate energy and the collision of laws!

Blinding white light devoured everything!

Unimaginably violent energy currents, like world-destroying beasts breaking free from their cages, poured madly in every direction!

"Crack—boom—!!!"

Though the barriers blocked most of it, the terrifying energy still surged toward the spectator stands like a tsunami!

"Ah—!"

"Help!"

In the closer viewing areas, some Soul Masters whose strength was only at the Soul King and Soul Emperor levels

Did not even have time to let out a complete scream before they were swept up by the aftermath containing both soul attacks and physical tearing force.

Their eyes bulged, blood poured from their seven orifices, and they were frightened and shaken to death on the spot!

Bodies fell in rows like harvested wheat!

Even the Titled Douluo turned pale in horror, Releasing their Soul Power at full strength to protect themselves and those around them. The scene descended into chaos!

At the center of the storm—

The destructive Shockwave formed by "Soul Shattering Heaven Smiting Roar," before Zhang Fei's "Roar at Dangyang Bridge" that seemed to echo through all ages, Was like a wave crashing against a reef, forcibly torn apart, crushed, and annihilated from the middle!

The remaining pillar of roaring sound struck Mighty Lion Douluo's Martial Soul Avatar squarely!

"Pfft—!!!!"

Mighty Lion Douluo was struck as though by the warhammer of an Ancient Giant God. Cracks instantly covered the massive Blazing Lion True Body before it collapsed with a boom!

He himself sprayed blood wildly and shot backward like a rag doll, so fast that he left a glaring streak of blood through the air!

He felt as though his soul had been shaken out of his body by that roar. His vision went black, his ears filled with endless ringing, and his consciousness rapidly blurred.

All he could feel was his body flying out of control, along with the cold, hard aura of death rapidly closing in.

If he struck solidly against something, even with the physique of a Peak Douluo, he would surely die!

At that critical moment—

A holy, gentle golden light carrying vast, irresistible power

Moved after yet arrived first, appearing like a teleportation in the path of Mighty Lion Douluo's backward flight.

A slender, steady palm, as though formed from the purest light elements, gently pressed against Mighty Lion Douluo's back.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no explosive burst of energy.

That terrifying momentum, enough to smash apart mountains, vanished without a trace beneath the palm's casual, gentle press, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Mighty Lion Douluo's momentum came to an abrupt halt. He went limp in the arms of the figure surrounded by golden light, already completely unconscious, his breath as faint as a candle flame in the wind.

Qian Daoliu held Mighty Lion Douluo with one hand, his snow-white hair flying amid the still-unsettled energy currents.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze crossing the billowing dust and the lingering ripples of sound before falling upon the other end of the arena, Upon that pitch-black figure whose chest heaved violently, yet who still stood proudly upright while bracing himself on an eighteen-foot snake spear.

Deep in his eyes, an unprecedented trace of gravity and awe quietly flashed.

King's Hall... Zhang Yide...

Level 95, defeating Level 97 head-on. Roar against roar, a complete victory.

Is this your true foundation?

The Martial Soul Hall Grand Enshriner stood still as an abyss, his snow-white hair gently stirring in the breeze of the quiet night.

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

Zhang Fei's earlier Roar at Dangyang Bridge, powerful enough to roar down the stars, had not only shattered Mighty Lion Douluo's Ninth Soul Skill, but seemed to have scattered the seemingly impregnable wall of confidence Spirit Hall had forged through a century of accumulated might.

After a long while.

A nearly inaudible sigh, seemingly bearing the weight of endless years, drifted from Qian Daoliu's lips.

The sigh was soft, yet it seemed to carry a thousand tons of weight, heavily pressing upon the hearts of everyone watching.

He slowly raised his head. On that handsome face, youthful in appearance yet containing the vicissitudes of Wangu, a nearly weary indifference appeared clearly for the first time. Deep within those starry eyes, it seemed that a flame that had burned without ever going out had dimmed somewhat at this moment.

"Enough..."

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm and unruffled, yet it carried the desolation of dust settling.

"We lost."

Those six words echoed clearly through the silent canyon.

There was no unwilling roar, no heated argument—only a frank admission.

Yet behind that frankness lay the bitterest fruit Spirit Hall had no choice but to swallow after suffering setback after setback and losing all prestige since the Heavenly Ranking's emergence.

He raised his hand slightly, and light gathered in his palm.

It was not the gentle Light of Life like the Holy Grail he had handed over earlier, but a dazzling golden radiance—sharp, domineering, and seemingly capable of judging all sin and punishment in the world!

A long sword of ancient design, seemingly forged from pure light elements and some kind of immortal metal, slowly materialized.

The blade was slender. The instant it appeared, it radiated a supreme majesty capable of severing laws and sanctioning all things!

Divine Artifact—Blade of Sanction!

Qian Daoliu's gaze lingered on the sacred sword for a moment. An exceedingly complex, inscrutable emotion flickered deep in his eyes before finally sinking into silence.

He released his fingers, and the Blade of Sanction turned into a streak of light, flying steadily toward Lin Jiang at the other end of the arena with near-ceremonial slowness and solemnity.

Lin Jiang remained composed, that faint smile still at the corners of his lips, as though he were not accepting a world-shaking Divine Artifact but merely an ordinary congratulatory gift.

He reached out and made a grasping motion. The streak of light dispersed, and the Blade of Sanction obediently hovered before him. Even its sharp sword intent seemed to restrain itself somewhat before its new master's strength.

His fingers gently brushed across the cold blade, which contained boundless divine power. Lin Jiang mused inwardly, a satisfied curve lifting at an unseen angle.

The two supreme treasures Spirit Hall obtained from the Heavenly Ranking—the Holy Grail and the Blade of Sanction—now both belong to me.

As Qian Daoliu watched Lin Jiang accept the Divine Artifact, the light in his eyes dimmed completely, like the last rays of the setting sun sinking behind the western mountains.

He slowly spoke, his voice still steady but carrying a hoarseness born of helplessness: