Ning Fengzhi: Bu Hao! My home was raided?

"Hmm! Is everyone finished speaking?"

"Then, how about I say a few words next?"

Qian Wuyou stroked his chin, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Just moments ago—through the telepathic link of the Angel Contract—he had learned that the Strength Clan and Titan had both been dealt with.

Although a few fish had slipped through the net, it was of no consequence.

Even the national treasure of the Heaven Dou Empire—the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud—had been secured, and the imperial treasury had been thoroughly ransacked.

What was even more remarkable was that they had also paid a visit to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect outside Heaven Dou City.

While they hadn't engaged in a massacre, they had patronized the sect's "World Treasury," where all their resources were stored.

Regarding this—even Qian Wuyou himself had to admit!

666!

Well done!

They had even learned how to raid the enemy's base.

Qian Wuyou suppressed his upturned lips, muttering to himself.

"The purpose of coming to Heaven Dou City has been over-fulfilled, so there is no need to waste any more time with Tang Hao and these people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"It is time to leave these people a 'parting' gift."

Seeming to sense that Qian Wuyou was up to no good, Gu Rong let out a cold snort.

"Hmph! We have nothing left to say to each other!"

"You brat—either you leave that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone behind as compensation for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or none of you will be leaving Heaven Dou City today."

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone would be just enough to make up for the grievances Ning Rongrong had suffered.

As for Qian Wuyou refusing this demand?

Heh!

Did he really think their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was easy to bully?

Even if Qian Wuyou was a Level 96 Peak Douluo, and even if that Six-Winged Elemental Angel possessed the combat power of a Level 95 Title Douluo, their sect had more than enough confidence to contend with them!

Don't get him wrong, he really meant it.

Gu Rong, that self-righteous old thing, truly did not hold Qian Wuyou and his group in high regard.

So what if Qian Wuyou was a Level 96 Peak Douluo?

Wasn't Chen Xin also a Level 96 Peak Douluo?

So what if the Six-Winged Elemental Angel had the combat power of a Level 95 Title Douluo?

Wasn't he, Gu Rong, also a Level 95 Title Douluo?

Even if Qian Wuyou had a soul ring configuration of three black and six red, they had the support of Ning Fengzhi—the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one support-type martial soul on the continent!

The amplification of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was peerless; whether it was attack power, defense, speed, or soul power recovery, everything could be increased exponentially.

The gap in their Soul Power Levels was negligible, not to mention they had the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and Tang Hao as allies.

If one counted the other families and factions lurking in the shadows, let alone a mere Level 96 Peak Douluo, even if Qian Wuyou were a Level 97 Peak Douluo, he wouldn't be walking out of Heaven Dou City.

Just as a smug, triumphant sneer curled Gu Rong's lips, ten teleportation arrays emblazoned with angel patterns suddenly appeared beside Qian Wuyou.

"Hmm???"

"This is... spatial power???"

Gu Rong's brows furrowed, and he felt a sudden sense of foreboding.

He never imagined that—

Qian Wuyou and his people would actually possess spatial soul skills.

As a user of spatial soul skills himself, Gu Rong knew better than anyone how powerful and inescapable they were.

Especially this method—being able to open multiple large-scale teleportation arrays at once—was something no ordinary spatial soul skill could compare to.

A large-scale spatial soul skill of this caliber could ignore any encirclement.

Once Qian Wuyou used these arrays to retreat, their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the entire Heaven Dou Imperial Family would become the laughingstock of the entire continent.

Seeing Gu Rong's face darken instantly, the playful smile on Qian Wuyou's face grew even more pronounced.

"You want the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone on my sister's body???"

"Heh!"

"Do you people in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect even deserve it???"

As his voice fell, the ten teleportation arrays marked with brilliant angel patterns slowly faded away.

The next second, ten figures clad in radiant golden armor appeared out of thin air on either side of Qian Wuyou's throne.

They stood as straight as spears, lined up in perfect formation, their overwhelming killing intent sweeping outward, nearly freezing the air across the entire sky.

A frigid sense of oppression bore down on those on the ground like a physical weight; just by standing there, the ten members of the Angel Clan exuded a ferocity tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Their originally exquisite and magnificent golden armor was already covered in battle-worn scars of varying depths.

The pauldrons and breastplates bore clear, jagged gouges and sharp-edged cracks, the edges of the armor were dented and uneven, and many fragments had curled or fallen away, fully revealing the wreckage left behind by a fierce battle.

The surfaces of the armor were stained with blood, layers of dark red gore soaked into the patterns and crevices of the plates, forming a jarring contrast with the gilded metal.

No words were needed—everyone present knew full well that these ten young, beautiful women were all, every last one of them, blood-soaked executioners who killed without blinking.

"Just... how many people have these women killed???"

The overwhelming aura of slaughter instantly caused the expressions of Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and the others below to change drastically, a sudden chill rising from the depths of their hearts.

Even if the three of them were combined, they likely hadn't killed a fraction of the people that even one of these ten women had!

Ning Fengzhi's grip on his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda tightened involuntarily, his eyes filled with incredulous gravity.

Where exactly had these ten women of the Angel Clan just been?

Which family or faction had they gone to slaughter?

Was it the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect???

Or the Heaven Dou Imperial Family???

Or perhaps—just how many people had they killed???

Thousands???

Or tens of thousands???

These questions surged incessantly through Ning Fengzhi's mind.

It couldn't be helped; one couldn't blame Ning Fengzhi for beginning to panic.

After all, aside from the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, the only family faction that fit these criteria was his own Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi's questions and worries received their answer the very next moment.

One of the Angel Clan members stepped forward, bowed slightly to Qian Wuyou, and began to report the status of their mission.

"Reporting to the Clan Leader, Titan has been executed. There were seven hundred and seventy-seven people in the 'Clan Grounds' of the Strength Clan; aside from a few stragglers who were not on the grounds, there are no survivors."

"On the way, we made a trip to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace. A total of two thousand two hundred and twenty-three members of the Imperial Guard responsible for guarding the national treasury and the palace were cleared out. The imperial clansmen and Emperor Xue Ye escaped in the chaos, and we failed to capture them."

"Finally, we went to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Given that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was already on guard, we chose not to launch a full assault, but merely broke into their World Treasury where they store their resources and swept the entire vault clean."

Ning Fengzhi: "Huh???"

Chen Xin: "What the hell???"

Gu Rong: "Our home was robbed???"

Tang Hao: "For real???"

Everyone else present: "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is that pathetic???"