Heavenly Dragon Sect, Annihilated

One day earlier.

Northern Heaven Dou Empire, Dragon City.

Because Dragon City bordered the extreme northern lands, snow blanketed the ground year-round, and the entire city was clad in silver white.

Bibi Dong stepped into Dragon City wearing heavy winter clothes. No sooner had she arrived than she spotted a notice posted at the city gate.

"Heavenly Dragon Sect's Old Heavenly Dragon's eightieth birthday celebration."

Bibi Dong paused for a moment, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips. "I'll turn that birthday banquet into a funeral banquet."

The Heavenly Dragon Sect occupied most of Dragon City, and every disciple within the sect possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul without exception.

As the number one beast martial soul from ten thousand years ago, even in this era, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon still ranked among the top of all beast martial souls.

The Heavenly Dragon Sect was bustling with activity, decorated with lanterns and colored banners. The day before the birthday banquet began, disciples from both outside and inside the city had all rushed back.

Bright red lanterns hung in every corner of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, red cloth strips fluttering in the cold wind.

The sect master, Old Heavenly Dragon, was a ninety-fifth-level Title Douluo, the only one in all of Dragon City. As a result, the scale of this birthday banquet shocked the entire city.

A large number of guests would arrive tomorrow, so the Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples had to finish decorating the entire sect before dawn.

Inside one simple room.

Eighty-year-old Old Heavenly Dragon, his hair streaked with white, lay back on a rocking chair, showing no sign of being a man on the verge of his final years.

When his eyes opened and closed, an overwhelmingly domineering aura rapidly spread from his body.

"There was really no need for all this expense," Old Heavenly Dragon said.

Yu Tianlong, who sat attending him, shook his head slightly. "Grandfather, as the only Super Douluo in Dragon City, how could we treat your eightieth birthday so carelessly?"

"Instead of waiting on me here, you'd be better off going into seclusion to break through to Soul Ancestor and become a Title Douluo as soon as possible, so you can take over my position sooner."

"Under your deterrence, the Heavenly Dragon Sect is the number one sect in Dragon City, crushing the Earth Dragon Sect so they can't lift their heads. We're famous throughout the Heaven Dou Empire and even all of Douluo Continent," Yu Tianlong said proudly.

Those who possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul were born arrogant, looking down on everyone, and loved to flaunt their deeds, wishing the entire continent would know of them.

The reason Yu Xiaogang had taken Tang San as his disciple back then was to wash away the shame he carried.

History proved Yu Xiaogang succeeded, and in this era, his name was recorded in the annals of history.

"Our Heavenly Dragon Sect's ancestor, Yu Tianxin, inherited from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan of ten thousand years ago. Back then, our clan was renowned throughout the entire soul master world, standing alongside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect as the three upper sects."

Old Heavenly Dragon let out a long sigh. "Unfortunately, the Martial Soul Hall's sudden attack brought utter destruction to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan back then. Our ancestor Yu Tianxin was away at the time and thus narrowly escaped."

"Now, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has gradually declined because the legendary strongest support martial soul, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, hasn't appeared in ten thousand years. The Clear Sky Sect vanished a thousand years ago—perhaps it's already been lost to the river of history."

"Only our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul has been passed down," Old Heavenly Dragon said, his face full of pride. Yu Tianlong wore the same expression.

Just then, an icy voice suddenly rang out from within the room.

"Is that so? Then would you mind if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul completely disappeared from the soul master world?"

"Who's there!"

Old Heavenly Dragon shed his listless air, abruptly standing up. The rocking chair shattered into pieces. Two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings appeared beneath his feet, blue electric light burst from his entire body, and every part of him was covered in dense scales.

"Shua!"

A pale white blade of light sliced through the room. Yu Tianlong's head rolled to the floor, a pillar of blood spraying from his severed neck, splattering Old Heavenly Dragon's face with blood.

Warm blood dripped down his face. Old Heavenly Dragon stared at his eldest grandson's eyes, which refused to close in death. His body trembled slightly, and killing intent surged in his eyes.

"Who is it! You killed my grandson—I will fight you to the death!"

Old Heavenly Dragon was furious beyond measure. Before his seventh soul ring could even light up—

That icy voice sounded again.

"Sixth soul skill, Eternal Wound."

Bibi Dong revealed herself from the shadows. Under the Martial Soul Possession of the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, a dark green web pattern covered her forehead, a layer of crystalline dark green light spread from her body, three pairs of dark green spider legs emerged from her back, and her arms had transformed into similar dark green spears.

At this moment, the spear pierced through Old Heavenly Dragon's chest. He felt his life force being continuously drained away by his opponent.

"This is... the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor martial soul... How is that possible?! Who are you?"

Old Heavenly Dragon's eyes bulged as he stared at the plain-faced woman before him, demanding an answer from the depths of his soul.

Bibi Dong smiled calmly. "Ten thousand years ago, I was the one who ordered the destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. What do you think?"

Old Heavenly Dragon's heart shook violently. His eyes widened, filled with disbelief. "You... impossible! You're dead! Killed by Tang San, who was dual-god unified! It's recorded in the sect's ancient texts."

Bibi Dong was unmoved. The killing intent in her eyes only grew stronger. "Tang San... I'll settle accounts with him sooner or later. But for now, let me first clean up you stragglers who slipped through the net ten thousand years ago."

"Ten thousand years ago, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was annihilated. The descendants of you survivors haven't even recovered your strength. Your entire Heavenly Dragon Sect has only one Title Douluo, and the whole sect has a pathetic few hundred people. Compared to ten thousand years ago, your Heavenly Dragon Sect is truly a failure."

Old Heavenly Dragon's eyes turned bloodshot. He wanted to fight to the death, but Bibi Dong had no intention of letting him have his way.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe quietly rested on Old Heavenly Dragon's shoulder, then gently pulled to the right.

Old Heavenly Dragon only felt a chill at his neck. His vision flipped upside down. When he landed, his gaze fell on his grandson's unseeing eyes. Grandfather and grandson stared at each other, their eyes filled with unwillingness and terror.

Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Martial Soul Hall who had died ten thousand years ago, had been resurrected. This was an event that could shake the entire continent.

Bibi Dong set Old Heavenly Dragon's corpse ablaze, burning it to nothing, leaving not a single trace of herself behind.

That night, the Heavenly Dragon Sect was filled with wails of grief from top to bottom. Bibi Dong, wielding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, had become a reaper of death—wherever her figure flashed past, a Heavenly Dragon Sect disciple was sure to fall.

When the first rays of dawn sunlight fell upon this blood-soaked sect, the major powers from the city who had come to offer birthday congratulations, along with the powerful sects from within the Heaven Dou Empire's borders, arrived in full force.

The sight before them left them deeply shaken, and then utterly enraged.

There hung Old Heavenly Dragon's head atop the bloodstained "Heavenly Dragon Sect" plaque, his eyes wide open in death, refusing to close. Vivid red blood dripped down to the ground, forming a small pool.

As they pushed open the gate with uneasy hearts, the sect's walkways, main hall, and training rooms were littered with corpses—not a single survivor remained, all having met violent ends.

And on a snow-white wall, a line of blood-red characters was written:

"Let Holy Light shine upon the earth, let Holy Spirits descend upon the mortal world."

At the very bottom was a signature: Holy Spirit Cult.

In the corridor, red banners fluttered brightly, red lanterns swayed in the wind, and beneath the walkway, corpses lay everywhere with blood flowing freely—an eerily grotesque scene.