Ring Detonation? Intangibility! Tang Tian Gravely Wounded! Qian Yu: You Think You Can Die with Me, Tang Hao?

"But look at Spirit Hall!

This generation has produced not one but two monsters with Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power: Qian Yu and Bibi Dong!"

"Especially Qian Yu. He's practically a freak of nature!

He's only an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, yet he was able to defeat the level-ninety-three Yu Yuanzhen.

And now he's standing toe-to-toe with the level-ninety-five Tang Tian!"

Ning Fengzhi drew a deep breath. A rare, vicious glint crossed his usually refined face.

He stared fixedly at Qian Yu's figure, secretly steeling himself:

Such an absurdly gifted prodigy—and my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is destined never to have him...

If only I could find some way to destroy him!

But the dangerous thought had barely surfaced before Ning Fengzhi forcibly suppressed it.

He knew better than anyone that Spirit Hall was now at the height of its power, with unfathomable reserves.

If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dared to secretly assassinate Qian Yu,

and the truth came out, Spirit Hall would surely unleash its full force in a devastating reprisal!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could never bear the cost.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He turned his gaze from the arena to Han Yu.

"Elder Han, since we can't lay a hand on anyone from Spirit Hall, we'll have to focus on nurturing our own Titled Douluo as quickly as possible.

How has your personal mission to recruit Gu Rong been going?"

At this, Han Yu's already grave expression grew even more troubled. He let out a long sigh.

"First Young Master, I'm afraid... something has changed."

"Changed?"

Ning Fengzhi furrowed his brow.

"What happened?

Hadn't we already promised him that we'd devote the sect's resources to helping him break through the bottleneck and become a Titled Douluo?

How could he not be tempted by such an offer?"

"That was indeed the case at first."

Han Yu gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"Gu Rong had been stuck at level eighty-eight for years. When we made him our offer, he was quite tempted.

He had even privately decided to accept and join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Han Yu paused, his tone turning heavy.

"But a few days ago, our intelligence agents sent word that Gu Rong had suddenly become very close to Gu Ying, a bishop of Spirit Hall. The two have been in frequent contact."

"Gu Ying, a bishop of Spirit Hall?"

Ning Fengzhi was taken aback. Then he quickly caught on to something.

"They share the same surname?"

"Exactly."

Han Yu nodded, his expression stern.

"After secretly investigating, our agents found that not only do they share a surname, their Martial Souls' auras and characteristics are also strikingly similar.

The spies believe...

Gu Rong and Bishop Gu Ying may well be blood relatives!"

"What?!"

Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted. His face filled with disbelief as he cried out,

"Relatives?!

How is that possible!

Gu Rong has always been a loner. How could he suddenly have a relative holding such a high position in Spirit Hall?!"

As Ning Fengzhi reeled in shock, the battle in the arena took another turn.

Qian Yu and Tang Tian were now fighting in earnest, the thunderous collisions of their Soul Power shaking the air.

"Qian Yu, you forced me to do this!"

Tang Tian's eyes were bloodshot as he roared like a madman.

Of the nine Soul Rings around him, the first few suddenly exploded!

A torrent of frenzied Soul Power surged into the Clear Sky Hammer, bathing it in a blood-red glow that made the heart quail.

"Great Sumeru Hammer, ultimate technique... Ring Detonation!"

Facing this desperate strike, powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, Qian Yu merely sneered.

"Fool. Did you really think I'd just stand here and take that hammer head-on?"

Before the words had left his mouth, black light flashed across Qian Yu.

"Undying Body, Intangibility!"

Qian Yu's body turned transparent in an instant.

"Boom—!"

Tang Tian's frenzied hammer came crashing down, but it passed straight through Qian Yu's intangible body and smashed into empty air!

"What?!"

Tang Tian was horrified.

His hammer had missed. His strength was spent, his next move had yet to come, and his defenses were wide open.

"It's over, Sect Master Tang."

Qian Yu's icy voice rang beside his ear like the voice of the god of death.

His intangible body solidified in an instant.

Qian Yu raised a hand. A vast purple-black blade of sickle light tore through space, carrying a dense aura of death as it slashed out!

"Death Scythe!"

"Bang—!"

The purple-black blade of light slammed squarely into Tang Tian's chest,

sending him flying like a cannonball.

Tang Tian spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily into the edge of the Spatial Barrier, where he passed out completely.

"Father!"

"Sect Master!"

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao cried out in anguish from below.

With Tang Tian defeated, the Spatial Barrier maintained by Han Yu finally reached its limit and shattered in a shower of silver light.

The once-sturdy Soul Fighting Arena,

after enduring two earth-shaking battles—first between Qian Yu and Yu Yuanzhen, then between Qian Yu and Tang Tian—

had already been reduced to a colossal, bottomless crater. It was utterly destroyed.

A deathly silence fell over the crowd, broken only by the faint sound of rubble tumbling down.

On the high platform, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes sparkled with undisguised admiration. She murmured softly,

"Brother Qian Yu... He even made light work of the Ring Detonation from the Clear Sky Sect's Great Sumeru Hammer. He's incredible!"

By the ruins nearby,

Yu Yuanzhen stood with his mouth hanging open, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

He stared at the unconscious Tang Tian, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"This... How can this be?

That was Tang Tian, a level-ninety-five Titled Douluo!

He even used Ring Detonation, and an eight-ring kid took him down in one move?!"

Inside the VIP box, Ning Fengzhi drew in a sharp breath. His hands gripped the railing so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Elder Han, did you see that Intangibility just now?"

Han Yu was just as horrified, cold sweat running down his weathered cheeks.

"It completely ignores physical and energy attacks...

I've never heard of such a bizarre Soul Skill!

First Young Master, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must never provoke Qian Yu!"

"Father!"

With two anguished roars, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao charged into the arena like enraged lions.

They flanked the gravely wounded, unconscious Tang Tian, standing guard over him as they summoned their black Clear Sky Hammers.

Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot. He glared up at Qian Yu with hatred and wariness, then snarled through clenched teeth,

"Qian Yu!

Take one more step and the Clear Sky Sect will fight you to the last man! We'll die together if we have to!"

Hovering in the air, Qian Yu looked down at the Tang brothers like a king surveying cornered beasts.

His lips curled in unconcealed disdain.

"Die together?

You think you can take me down?"

Qian Yu snorted, his voice dripping with mockery.

"First, you'd better get one thing straight: Tang Tian was the one who provoked me!

If he hadn't insisted on sticking his neck out for that useless Yu Yuanzhen, why would I have fought him?"

Qian Yu glanced at the unconscious Tang Tian and added coldly,

"Ultimately, he simply thought his cultivation was higher than mine and that he could easily keep me in check.

He was outmatched, and this is the punishment he brought upon himself!"