As the dust slowly settled, a deathly silence hung over the shattered valley, which had been ravaged by the rampaging energy.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei supported each other as they hovered in the air. Their auras had weakened to the extreme, their ornate robes were in tatters, and blood kept trickling from the corners of their mouths.
The backlash from their forcibly broken Martial Soul Fusion Skill, combined with Chen Xin's heaven-splitting Seven Kill Sword energy and Gu Rong's giant claw that shattered space, had left them more severely wounded than ever before.
The elite Spirit Hall forces behind them had suffered even heavier casualties. The few who had survived were all injured, their faces ashen, and none of them could fight any longer.
Gu Rong shook his enormous head and looked at the barely breathing Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, letting out a scornful laugh. "Heh. Chrysanthemum Guan, Old Ghost, looks like you haven't made much progress over the years! With skills like that, you still dare to come out and steal someone else's meal?"
"Go back and tell Bibi Dong to keep her claws to herself. She shouldn't reach too far, or someone might chop them off!"
Yue Guan's face was as pale as paper. The light of his Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum had long since dimmed. He stared at Chen Xin and Gu Rong, his eyes filled with venom and resentment, but above all, fear.
The black mist around Gui Mei had grown so thin it was nearly transparent. His hoarse voice carried an unmistakable weakness. "Chen Xin... Gu Rong... The Spirit Hall... will remember what happened today... His Holiness the Pope... will never... let this go!"
Each word seemed to drain the last of his strength.
"Hmph!" Chen Xin snorted, his voice as cold as iron striking