Three Titled Douluo

Chrysanthemum Douluo saw that the Vice Pavilion Master of Begonia Pavilion was such a coward and clicked his tongue, losing interest in teasing him further.

The shriveled figure beside him, clad in strange black armor all along, glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo and said in a dry voice,

"Old Chrysanthemum, don't delay us. Finish the job first."

Since Ghost Douluo had spoken, Chrysanthemum Douluo said helplessly, "Fine, fine, fine. But Ling Yuan, the final blow in killing Tang Hao will depend on you."

As he spoke, Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled charmingly at the last member of their group.

Spirit Kite Douluo was a woman with a slender figure and a valiant voice. "Naturally. Please rest assured, seniors. Tang Hao will not escape my Ninth Soul Skill."

Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled with narrowed eyes for a while, then waved toward the Soul Saints behind them.

The purpose of the three Titled Douluo coming here was Tang Hao, who was currently recovering from his injuries on Lake Heart Island.

They would kill him in one strike and uphold Spirit Hall's authority.

Of the three, Ghost Douluo and he could join forces to unleash the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Two Poles Stillness Domain.

Even Tang Hao at his peak could be immobilized for an instant.

Not to mention Tang Hao now, plagued by old injuries and barely clinging to life.

And while Tang Hao was controlled by their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Spirit Kite Douluo could unleash her Soul Skills without restraint, injuring or killing Tang Hao.

Thus, they would uphold Spirit Hall's authority.

They would show everyone that those who offended Spirit Hall would be killed, no matter how far away they fled.

The instant Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hand, the Black Clothed Soul Saints around them immediately released their Martial Souls and displayed their Soul Rings.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Like sharp arrows, everyone shot toward the center of Lake Heart Island!

"Who goes there?!"

Lights suddenly flared, accompanied by a shouted challenge.

But in an instant, the shout came to an abrupt halt.

The Vice Pavilion Master, watching from the side, desperately lowered his head and trembled, not daring to listen to the screams coming from Lake Heart Island.

Chrysanthemum Douluo clicked his tongue disdainfully. Raising a hand with an alluring posture, a chrysanthemum that seemed cast from gilded gold slowly appeared in his palm.

Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

A top-tier plant-type Martial Soul.

And its wielder was a level ninety-five assault-type Titled Douluo.

The shriveled Ghost Douluo in black armor beside him blurred, and a Ghostly figure slowly emerged from behind him.

Ghostly, a level ninety-five agility assault-type Titled Douluo.

Whoosh!

His figure blurred and vanished from everyone's sight in an instant, merging into the ranks of the Black Clothed Soul Saints as he charged toward Lake Heart Island.

Under the torrential rain, Spirit Kite Douluo stood proudly with her arms crossed, a confident smile on her lips as she slowly rose from the ground to the highest point of Begonia Pavilion.

She overlooked the encirclement and killing on Lake Heart Island.

She did not feel the slightest lack of confidence in this operation.

Under the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, Tang Hao could only surrender helplessly, frozen in midair and unable to move.

And she was Spirit Kite Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Fire Spirit Kite, a level ninety-two assault-type Titled Douluo.

Although her Soul Power was inferior to those two seniors,

the power of her Ninth Soul Skill was the greatest.

Therefore,

"Heh, the greatest credit this time will certainly be mine." Spirit Kite Douluo smiled confidently, her arms crossed.

Boom!

Torrential rain slanted down from the sky. In the Alchemy Room, Ye Xilan frowned slightly as she looked out at the rain.

Its endless pattering carried an irritating, unsettling feeling.

This sudden agitation made Ye Xilan frown. She looked at Tang Hao, who was still absorbing the medicinal power in the pill furnace, and pressed her cherry lips together.

She tried her best to suppress the restlessness in her heart.

It was only a sudden downpour. No matter how irritated she felt, it was not as important as treating the Clear Sky Douluo.

Thud!

"Ah!" A shrill scream suddenly pierced through the rain.

Ye Xilan's expression changed sharply, and she hurriedly rose to her feet.

"That sounded like that little fatty?"

The Fat Shopkeeper was her confidant, and she knew his voice well.

But this was Begonia Pavilion, Lake Heart Island. How could there be screams here?

"Who are you people?!"

"This is Begonia Pavilion... Ah!"

Shouts and screams rang out one after another, and Ye Xilan's face immediately turned grim.

She looked at the Clear Sky Douluo, who was still immersed in treatment, gritted her silver teeth, and did not go outside.

No matter what was happening on Lake Heart Island now,

there was nothing she could do if she went out.

After all, she was only a healing-type soul master without a single offensive Soul Skill.

Only by treating the injuries of the Clear Sky Douluo before her with all her strength could Begonia Pavilion have even a sliver of hope!

Boom!

The torrential rain poured down like pitch-black storm clouds, pressing oppressively over all of Begonia City.

Bloody water mixed with rainwater flowed like streams, dyeing the medicinal herbs across the island crimson.

A Black Clothed Soul Saint appeared coldly outside the wooden building.

He released his long staff Martial Soul. Seven Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—glimmered and trembled as they slowly pressed toward the wooden building.

Creak, creak—

The immense pressure made the wooden doors creak and shake, while the windows rattled loudly.

Inside the Alchemy Room, Ye Xilan's heart was heavy. Her fair skin tensed as a dagger silently appeared in her hand, and she stared toward the entrance.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Heavy footsteps seemed to echo the wrath of the thunder in the sky, while oppressive momentum surged over like a tide.

Her Martial Soul rose, and her Soul Rings appeared.

Eight Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—floated continuously up and down around Ye Xilan's slender body.

Ye Xilan could no longer continue providing Martial Soul support to Tang Hao in the pill furnace. Gritting her silver teeth, she looked toward the approaching footsteps with a conflicted heart.

Should she surrender and cling to life?

Or risk everything on one desperate strike to buy time for the Clear Sky Douluo to awaken from his treatment?

The swift collapse of Lake Heart Island had let Ye Xilan guess who was attacking Begonia Pavilion.

Spirit Hall.

Only Spirit Hall had reason to strike at Begonia Pavilion at this time.

And only Spirit Hall could leave Lake Heart Island utterly unable to fight back.

After all, although healing-type soul masters were weak, their healing Soul Skills attracted powerful soul masters willing to protect them.

There was even a Soul Emperor stationed on Lake Heart Island.

At that thought, Ye Xilan's heart sank. She had not heard the Soul Emperor's voice just now.

That meant either Spirit Hall's attack this time was so powerful that even a Soul Emperor had been killed in a single blow before he could make a sound,

or that Soul Emperor had not resisted at all and had simply surrendered.

And based on what she knew of that Soul Emperor, the latter was far more likely.

So should she surrender too?

If she surrendered, could she preserve that half stalk of Immortal Herb?

Her longing to become a god after consuming the Immortal Herb intertwined with her instinct to survive, making Ye Xilan's lips grow increasingly pale.

She became ever more uncertain whether she should gamble on the future.

Thud!

The heavy footsteps abruptly stopped!

A bitter smile also appeared at the corners of Ye Xilan's lips.