Dark Sacred Dragon Avatar vs. Clear Sky's Secret Technique! Seven Treasure's Supreme Elder Han Yu, Young Sect Master Ning Fengzhi?

"Rumble—!"

The two streaks of purplish-black scythe light struck the Clear Sky Hammer and triggered a terrifying chain of explosions.

The Death Spider Emperor's frenzied venom and destructive energy swallowed Tang Tian whole!

"Father!"

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao saw what had happened from below the arena. Their eyes nearly split with rage as they cried out in alarm.

Qian Yu hovered in midair, looking down at the center of the explosion. His voice was icy:

"A level ninety-five Super Douluo?

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

Don't tell me you can't even take a few of my moves!"

The raging storm of energy gradually subsided.

Tang Tian's battered figure came into view.

Most of his robes had been blasted to shreds. A trace of blood ran from the corner of his mouth, and the hands gripping the Clear Sky Hammer still trembled slightly.

Tang Tian stared at Qian Yu in midair, his eyes filled with undisguised shock and disbelief.

"What terrifying destructive power... You only have eight rings. How could you unleash such dreadful strength?"

Tang Tian took a deep breath, forcing down the blood surging through his body. His gaze grew sharper than ever.

"Qian Yu, I admit I severely underestimated you!

But you won't defeat me so easily!

Take this secret technique passed down by the Clear Sky Sect!"

With an angry roar from Tang Tian, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hands suddenly blazed with dense, heavy black light.

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

The enormous Clear Sky Hammer seemed to lock down the space around it.

It bore down with the force of Mount Tai and the ruinous power to crush all before it.

Tang Tian swung it in a relentless barrage at Qian Yu, sealing off every avenue of escape.

Faced with this fierce, storm-like assault, Qian Yu merely curled his lip in disdain.

His figure darted through the layers of hammer-shadows like a ghost.

He strolled through them with ease, dodging every one of Tang Tian's deadly attacks.

"So this is the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique?"

Qian Yu dodged effortlessly as he taunted him:

"You've certainly got strength, but you're too slow.

With that rusty scrap, you can't even touch the hem of my clothes."

Tang Tian's hammer crashed down again and again, missing every time. His eyes nearly split with fury as he roared:

"You insolent brat! What kind of skill is it to do nothing but dodge?

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

"Face you head-on?

Fine. Just as you wish."

Qian Yu stopped in his tracks. The mockery in his eyes gradually faded.

In its place came a chilling coldness that made the heart tremble.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll show you a little of my true strength, so you can see what real power is!"

The instant the words left his mouth, the profound Seventh Soul Ring on Qian Yu's body blazed with a pillar of black light that shot into the sky.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

A high-pitched dragon's roar shook the heavens.

Qian Yu's body expanded in an instant, transforming into a colossal Dark Sacred Dragon nearly a hundred meters long, its entire body covered in dark golden scales!

An aura of ultimate darkness and destruction, several times more terrifying than before, engulfed the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

The Dark Sacred Dragon Qian Yu looked down at Tang Tian, its enormous dragon eyes filled with pride and contempt. Then it spoke in a human voice:

"Come on, Tang Tian!

Let's see whether your Clear Sky Hammer is harder, or my Dark Sacred Dragon!"

With that, Qian Yu neither dodged nor retreated.

He swung his dark golden dragon claw straight at Tang Tian's Clear Sky Hammer, meeting it head-on!

"Boom—!"

A deafening crash erupted.

The enormous dark golden claw and the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer collided with all their might.

Visible ripples of terrifying energy spread out in every direction.

Cracks instantly webbed across the defensive formation around the entire Soul Fighting Arena. It shuddered on the verge of collapse!

At this critical moment, a gentle yet grave young man's voice suddenly rang out from a VIP box with an excellent view nearby:

"What a domineering collision.

If this shockwave is allowed to spread, most of the Soul Masters here will be caught in it."

The young man had handsome features and a refined air.

He was none other than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's young sect master, Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi turned to a gray-robed elder standing with his hands behind his back and spoke respectfully:

"Elder Han, please contain the shockwaves from their battle within the arena, so no innocent people are hurt."

The elder was named Han Yu, and he was currently the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's only Supreme Elder.

His Martial Soul was Prism, and he was a level ninety-five Super Douluo of the spatial type!

Han Yu gave a slight nod. A sharp glint flashed in his cloudy eyes as he replied solemnly:

"Young Sect Master, your compassion knows no bounds. I'll isolate them at once."

Before his words had even faded, a prism radiating strange silver light appeared before Han Yu.

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

Nine Soul Rings rose one after another!

"Eighth Soul Skill, Spatial Refraction!"

Han Yu gave a low shout. The floating Prism instantly refracted ten million rays of silver light.

The beams rapidly interwove around the Soul Fighting Arena. In the blink of an eye, they formed a massive silver cubic Spatial Barrier.

"Rumble—!"

The destructive shockwave from Qian Yu and Tang Tian's collision slammed into the silver spatial wall.

Violent ripples of space spread across the barrier's surface.

Yet it forcibly contained that overwhelming force within the arena, preventing even the slightest trace of it from escaping.

Only then did the spectators below snap out of their daze, breaking into cold sweats.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of the VIP box, Ning Fengzhi watched the apocalyptic chaos within the barrier, his brow furrowed.

"Elder Han, who do you think will prevail—the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son or Sect Master Tang Tian?"

Han Yu stared at the Dark Sacred Dragon raging within the barrier, his voice tinged with deep apprehension:

"It's hard to say.

Tang Tian is level ninety-five, but Qian Yu's Martial Soul quality and Soul Ring Configuration are simply too extraordinary.

An eight-ring Soul Master holding his own against a Super Douluo...

This generation of Spirit Hall has produced a truly remarkable monster."

At those words, Ning Fengzhi unconsciously clenched his hands tight, his teeth gritting.

He looked at the aged Han Yu beside him. Deep worry and unwillingness flickered in his eyes as he lowered his voice:

"Elder Han, you've protected our sect for over a hundred years and worked tirelessly for us.

But your source was damaged in your youth. Now...

Your time is nearly up, isn't it?"

Han Yu sighed and shook his head helplessly:

"These old bones of mine will last only a few more years at most.

Young Sect Master, if the sect still has no new Titled Douluo to take my place when I'm gone, the consequences will be unthinkable."

"I understand."

Ning Fengzhi's face darkened. His voice carried a hint of heaviness and coldness.

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

Our wealth, enough to rival an entire nation, will instantly become a piece of fat in the eyes of other powers.

They'll divide it all among themselves without the slightest mercy!"

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi abruptly turned.

He fixed his gaze on the Dark Sacred Dragon, his expression growing increasingly twisted.