Holy Dragon True Form VS. Haotian Ultimate Skill! Seven Treasures Supreme Elder Han Yu, Young Sect Master Ning Fengzhi?

"Boom--!"

The two purple-black sickle beams that struck the Clear Sky Hammer instantly triggered a series of terrifying explosions.

The violent poison of the Death Spider Emperor and the energy of destruction swallowed Tang Tian whole!

"Father!"

Seeing this, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao below were so horrified that their eyes nearly split, and they roared in terror.

Qian Yu hovered in mid-air, looking down at the center of the explosion with a chilling tone:

"A level 95 Super Douluo?

Tang Tian, you had better pray your shell is hard enough.

Don't tell me you can't even withstand these few moves of mine!"

The violent energy storm gradually dissipated.

Tang Tian's slightly disheveled figure was revealed.

Most of his robes had been shredded by the blast, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the hands gripping the Clear Sky Hammer were still trembling slightly.

Tang Tian stared fixedly at Qian Yu in mid-air, his eyes filled with unconcealable shock and disbelief.

"Such terrifying destructive power... You clearly only have eight rings, how could you possibly unleash such a shocking amount of force!"

Tang Tian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the roiling blood in his body, his gaze becoming unprecedentedly sharp:

"Qian Yu, I admit I severely underestimated you!

But it won't be that easy for you to defeat me!

Take this secret technique of the Clear Sky Sect!"

Accompanied by Tang Tian's roar, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hands suddenly erupted with an incredibly heavy black light.

"Clear Sky Secret Technique, Heaven-Defying Strike!"

The massive Clear Sky Hammer seemed to lock onto the surrounding space.

Carrying the momentum of Mount Tai and the crushing power of destruction, it smashed wildly at Qian Yu in a continuous barrage, sealing off all his paths of retreat.

Facing this storm-like, fierce offensive, Qian Yu merely curled his lips in contempt.

Qian Yu's figure moved like a ghost, weaving through the heavy shadows of the hammers.

With the ease of a stroll, he effortlessly dodged all of Tang Tian's lethal attacks.

"Is this the secret technique of your Clear Sky Sect?"

Qian Yu mocked while dodging with ease:

"The strength is decent enough, but it's a pity it's too slow.

With this kind of scrap metal, you can't even touch the hem of my clothes."

Tang Tian swung several hammers into empty air, so furious his eyes nearly split, and he roared:

"You yellow-mouthed brat, what kind of skill is only knowing how to dodge!

If you have the guts, face me head-on!"

"Face you head-on?

Fine, then as you wish."

Qian Yu stopped his movements, the playfulness in his eyes gradually fading.

Replacing it was a chilling coldness that made one's heart tremble.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will get a little serious and let you witness what true power is!"

The moment the words fell, the deep seventh soul ring on Qian Yu's body suddenly erupted with a black light that soared into the sky.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

Accompanied by a high-pitched dragon roar that shook the heavens, Qian Yu's figure instantly expanded, transforming into a massive Dark Sacred Dragon nearly a hundred meters long, covered in dark golden dragon scales!

An aura of ultimate darkness and destruction, several times more terrifying than before, instantly shrouded the entire Spirit Fighting Arena.

Transforming into the Dark Sacred Dragon, Qian Yu looked down at Tang Tian from above, his massive dragon eyes filled with arrogance and disdain as he spoke in a human voice:

"Tang Tian, come!

Let me see if your Clear Sky Hammer is harder, or if my Dark Sacred Dragon is!"

With that, Qian Yu did not dodge or evade.

He swung his dark golden dragon claws directly, clashing head-on against Tang Tian's Clear Sky Hammer!

"Boom--!"

A heaven-shaking roar erupted.

The massive dark-gold dragon claw and the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer slammed together in a deadlocked clash.

Rings of terrifying energy ripples, visible to the naked eye, surged outward.

They raged in all directions like a tsunami.

The defensive formation of the entire Soul Fighting Arena was instantly covered in cracks, teetering on the brink of total collapse!

Just at this critical juncture.

From another VIP box with an excellent view, a young man's voice, gentle yet heavy with gravity, suddenly rang out:

"What an overbearing collision.

If this shockwave is allowed to spread, I fear more than half of the soul masters present will suffer."

The young man speaking had a handsome face and an elegant temperament.

He was none other than the Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the young Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi turned to look at an old man in grey robes standing with his hands behind his back beside him, speaking respectfully:

"Elder Han, I must ask you to intervene and suppress the shockwaves of their battle to the arena, lest innocent people be harmed."

This old man was named Han Yu, the only Supreme Elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at present.

His martial soul was the Prism, a level 95 spatial-type Super Douluo!

Han Yu nodded slightly, a flash of brilliance appearing in his cloudy eyes as he said in a deep voice:

"The Young Sect Master is kind-hearted; this old man shall isolate them at once."

Before his voice had even faded, a prism emitting a strange silver light suddenly manifested before Han Yu.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Nine soul rings rose in succession!

"Eighth Soul Skill, Spatial Refraction!"

Han Yu gave a low shout, and the hovering Prism martial soul instantly refracted thousands of silver rays of light.

These rays wove together rapidly around the perimeter of the soul fighting stage, forming a massive silver cubic spatial barrier in the blink of an eye.

"Boom--!"

The destructive shockwaves generated by the collision between Qian Yu and Tang Tian slammed fiercely against the silver spatial barrier.

The surface of the barrier rippled with intense spatial distortions.

Yet, it forcefully locked that overwhelming, mountain-toppling power within the confines of the arena, preventing even a sliver from leaking out.

Only then did the audience below wake as if from a dream, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Ning Fengzhi stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of the box, watching the world-ending, violent scene within the barrier, his brows locked in a tight frown:

"Elder Han, in your view, between this Martial Soul Hall Holy Son and Sect Master Tang Tian, who holds the upper hand?"

Han Yu stared at the Dark Sacred Dragon raging with monstrous arrogance within the barrier, his tone carrying deep apprehension:

"It is hard to say.

Although Tang Tian is level 95, the quality of Qian Yu's martial soul and his soul ring configuration are simply too heaven-defying.

To stand firm against a Super Douluo with only eight rings...

Martial Soul Hall has produced an incredible monster in this generation."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi unconsciously clenched his hands tight, unable to stop himself from gritting his teeth.

He looked at the aged Han Yu beside him, a flash of deep worry and unwillingness in his eyes, and lowered his voice:

"Elder Han, you have protected our sect for over a hundred years, and your contributions are immense.

But your origin was damaged in your early years, and now...

Your time is running out, is it not?"

Han Yu sighed, shaking his head helplessly:

"These old bones of mine can hold on for at most a few more years.

Young Sect Master, if the sect has no new Titled Douluo to take over after I am gone, the consequences will be unthinkable."

"I understand."

Ning Fengzhi's face was as calm as water, his tone heavy and cold.

"By then, not only will my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect fall from the ranks of the Upper Three Sects.

Our wealth, which rivals that of a nation, will instantly become a piece of fat in the eyes of other factions.

To be carved up without mercy!"

Having said this, Ning Fengzhi turned his head abruptly.

His gaze locked onto the Dark Sacred Dragon, his eyes gradually becoming somewhat twisted.