God of Evil: "How interesting! This is so much fun! Let me help balance you out and awaken your Second Martial Soul?"

Ning Rongrong's hand trembled around the blade once more.

"When he rushed out with Huyan Zhen just now, he wasn't planning to spare you."

Huang Yan's icy voice rang out behind her:

"Kill him.

Or I'll kill you too."

"Ah—!"

Ning Rongrong squeezed her eyes shut and let out a scream of despair. Clutching the short blade in both hands, she drove it viciously into the disciple's chest.

Blood splattered across her face.

Half an hour later.

The entire Elephant Armor Sect compound lay deathly silent. The air reeked of blood and acrid poison.

Dugu Bo withdrew his Martial Soul and strode back to Huang Yan, grinning.

"Sect Master, we've cleaned everything up.

We didn't even leave a single living rat behind."

Meng Shu hurried over as well, a grave look on his face.

"Sect Master, the Elephant Armor Sect is, after all, an affiliate of Spirit Hall. Word of its destruction here today will probably reach Spirit City within half a day.

What do we do next..."

"So what if it does?"

Huang Yan sneered, a flash of defiance in his eyes.

"I want Bibi Dong to know that Spirit Hall doesn't get to call all the shots on Douluo Continent."

He turned to Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, both covered in blood and gasping for breath.

"That's enough for today. Back to the sect."

Ning Rongrong wiped the blood from her face, her voice hoarse.

"You... What are you really trying to do?

Aren't you afraid of Spirit Hall's retaliation?"

"Retaliation?"

With his hands clasped behind his back, Huang Yan walked on without looking back.

"If they dare come,

then once I've fully grown in a few years, I won't mind turning Spirit City into a pile of ashes too."

Even so, Huang Yan was deeply irritated.

For