Sword Douluo's Crushing Defeat, Second Seal Shattered?!

"Fengzhi, this brat's strength has likely surpassed the scope of an ordinary Titled Douluo."

Chen Xin's voice was heavy.

Cold sweat seeped from Ning Fengzhi's hands as he gripped the Glazed Tile Pagoda, but he had no path of retreat left.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, hold nothing back! Give it your all!"

Ning Fengzhi shouted, the Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hands shining brilliantly as his fifth and sixth soul rings lit up in succession, pushing his support effects to the absolute limit.

"Old Bone, attack with me!"

Chen Xin took a deep breath, his figure flickering continuously in mid-air as his Seven Kill Sword erupted with a dazzling, clear blue light.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Seven Kill True Body!"

A giant Seven Kill Sword, a hundred meters long, condensed in mid-air, radiating a terrifying aura that seemed to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.

Simultaneously, Gu Rong unleashed his strongest soul skill.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Bone Transformation Divine Dragon!"

Gu Rong merged his entire being into that massive Bone Dragon. The Bone Dragon's body swelled several times over in an instant, black mist swirling around it as the space nearby began to collapse.

One sword and one dragon, under the full amplification of Ning Fengzhi and carrying the final foundation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, struck down from above and below toward Gu Sheng with ferocious force.

The terrifying air pressure caused the entire mountain gate to tremble violently, and countless buildings collapsed with a roar.

"Well done."

Watching this strike, which could be described as world-destroying, a look of genuine seriousness finally appeared in Gu Sheng's eyes.

"Since you wish to see, then I shall let you witness what true divine power is."

Gu Sheng closed his eyes, his mind sinking deep within.

In the depths of his soul, a crystal emitting endless holy light floated silently.

That was the source of power belonging to Puni.

The first seal had long since shattered, and now, stimulated by this powerful external pressure, the second rune on the surface of the crystal began to tremble violently.

Crack.

A faint yet clear shattering sound resonated within Gu Sheng's body.

In an instant, a terrifying energy, impossible to describe in words, erupted from his body like a mountain torrent.

The previously clear sky was instantly shrouded in a dazzling, brilliant golden light.

The clouds covering the sky were torn asunder, and the golden light transformed into a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, enveloping Gu Sheng entirely.

A holy, vast, and majestic aura instantly filled every inch of space for a hundred miles.

"This... what is this power?!"

Chen Xin, who was in the midst of his Martial Soul True Body, felt the circulation of his soul power become incredibly sluggish under the illumination of this golden light, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand emitted an uneasy, trembling hum.

The Bone Dragon formed by Gu Rong let out a terrified roar, its massive body stalling mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.

Below, Ning Fengzhi's face turned deathly pale; the Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hands trembled violently, nearly slipping from his grasp.

"A miracle... is this a miracle?"

Ning Fengzhi murmured in a daze, his eyes filled with horror.

It was not just them; even the elite army of the Heaven Dou Empire knelt to the ground in this moment, prostrating themselves before the golden pillar of light.

Qian Renxue watched the black-clad figure bathed in golden light, her beautiful eyes filled with infatuation and worship.

This was her husband.

A man who possessed the power of a god.

Within the pillar of light, Gu Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils had turned pure gold, his long hair floated without wind, and he radiated a faint golden fluorescence.

Second Seal, broken.

Feeling the Holy Source Power within him growing exponentially, a gentle smile hung on the corner of Gu Sheng's mouth.

"The power of Void is truly intoxicating."

He looked down at Chen Xin and Gu Rong before him, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Now, the game should end."

Gu Sheng raised his right hand slightly and tapped gently into the void.

A golden ripple of light, centered on his fingertip, spread rapidly in all directions.

The moment the hundred-meter-long giant Seven Kill Sword touched the golden ripple, it melted away into nothingness like ice under the sun.

"Pfft!"

With his Martial Soul True Body shattered, Chen Xin let out a miserable cry, spewing a mouthful of blood as his entire presence withered.

As for the massive Bone Dragon, under the scouring of the golden ripple, its enormous skeleton began to crumble piece by piece.

Gu Rong's figure detached from the Bone Dragon, his face pale as paper. With multiple fractures across his body, he plummeted downward, limp and lifeless.

With a mere flick of a finger, two Titled Douluo who shook the continent had been defeated.

Gu Sheng walked slowly toward Chen Xin, looking down at him from above.

"Your sword path is too weak."

Chen Xin knelt on one knee in the void, using his Seven Kill Sword to prop up his body, refusing to collapse.

He looked at the young man before him, his eyes filled with nothing but awe.

"Who... who exactly are you?"

Chen Xin's voice was hoarse. The Holy Soul Power had destroyed the meridians within his body, leaving him unable to muster even a shred of resistance.

Gu Sheng did not answer his question, merely pointing his fingers like a sword toward Chen Xin.

"Remember this name."

"I am Gu Sheng, the Saint Spirit King of the Heaven Dou Empire."

As the words fell, a golden beam of light shot from his fingertips, instantly piercing through Chen Xin's right shoulder.

Chen Xin let out a muffled groan, unable to hold on any longer. He lost consciousness entirely and fell toward the ruins of the mountain gate below.

With this, the two strongest guardian deities of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were left—one severely injured, one unconscious.

Watching Chen Xin fall like a meteorite, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hand dimmed and slipped powerlessly to the ground.

He looked at the black-clad figure standing high in the air like a god, appearing to age decades in an instant, his eyes hollow and vacant.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was finished.

Gu Sheng stepped through the void, his golden eyes overlooking the deathly silent Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect below, his voice echoing across the entire mountain range.

"Those who submit will prosper; those who resist shall perish."

"Ning Fengzhi, do you concede?"

The vast voice reverberated through the valley, stirring up clouds of dust.

Across the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, tens of thousands of disciples looked at the black-clad figure standing in mid-air, yet not a single one dared to speak. For a time, there was only silence.

Gu Sheng flicked his sleeve, and the golden Holy Divine Halo behind him gradually faded, the violent energy fluctuations slowly calming down.

He did not spare another glance at the slumped Ning Fengzhi. Turning around, he moved slightly and returned to Qian Renxue's side.

"Husband."

Qian Renxue disregarded the imperial dignity she usually maintained before the soldiers, stepping forward to take his arm, her eyes filled with concern.

"Are you injured?"

Gu Sheng looked at her concerned expression and reached out his right hand to playfully flick her nose.

"People like them aren't capable of hurting me."

"I had a sudden realization just now, and the second seal within my body broke as a result. It was a pleasant surprise."

Hearing her husband's words, Qian Renxue's heart settled, and the corners of her lips curled upward.

"As expected of my husband, truly formidable."

Gu Sheng smiled and turned his gaze back to the sect that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

The smoke and dust at the mountain gate gradually dissipated, revealing a scene of utter devastation.

Gu Rong lay amidst the ruins, his bones shattered in many places, his breath as faint as a candle in the wind.

Chen Xin leaned on his cracked Seven Kill Sword, kneeling on the ground and gasping for air, stripped of his former peerless demeanor.

As the residual soul power in the air subsided, the tense sky finally cleared.

Gu Sheng looked at the motionless Chen Xin in the ruins, then glanced at the ashen-faced Ning Fengzhi. He withdrew his gaze, his face devoid of post-victory arrogance, remaining as relaxed and indifferent as ever.

"Xue'er, leave the cleanup to Ge Long and his troops."

Gu Sheng walked to Qian Renxue's side and naturally took her slightly cool, jade-like hand.

"Ning Fengzhi is a smart man. Having witnessed my methods today, he knows what choice to make and won't offer any more futile resistance."

Qian Renxue watched her husband, who had so casually trampled two world-renowned Titled Douluo underfoot. Beyond admiration, her eyes were filled with a deep, inseparable love. She nodded slightly, turned around, and faced the elite Heaven Dou troops standing behind, regaining the majesty of the Empire's Empress.

"Ge Long, hear my command: lead the Royal Knights to take control of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Confine Ning Fengzhi and all core disciples within the sect. Without my imperial decree, no one is permitted to enter or leave."

Qian Renxue's voice carried supreme authority, clearly reaching the ears of every soldier through the infusion of soul power.

"Your subject obeys!"

Ge Long knelt on one knee, his expression one of utmost respect. Today's battle had shattered his perception of power, and toward this newly ascended Saint Spirit King, he no longer held a shred of defiance, only deep, profound awe.

After arranging everything, Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze. When she looked at Gu Sheng again, the sternness and majesty on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentle smile.

"Husband, let us return to the palace."

Gu Sheng gently squeezed her palm and whispered:

"Very well, as my little wife commands."

Hearing this slightly teasing address, Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at him, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. Yet, she did not refute him; instead, she pulled his arm even tighter against her.

A moment later, the two boarded the luxurious imperial carriage drawn by eight pure white steeds.

As the heavy golden velvet curtains slowly descended, the narrow, private space shut out all the noise and clamor of the outside world.

The interior of the dragon carriage was vast, carpeted with soft white fox fur. In the center sat a small sandalwood table, upon which rested several plates of fresh fruit and a pot of warm, clear tea.

The wheels turned slowly, causing a slight sway within the cabin.

No sooner had she sat down than Qian Renxue impatiently snuggled into Gu Sheng's embrace, wrapping her arms around his sturdy waist and burying her face in his chest, greedily inhaling the faint, divine aura emanating from him.

"Husband, the way you displayed your power in the sky just now—I truly wanted the whole world to see that this is my man."

Qian Renxue's voice was muffled, yet it carried an unmistakable pride.

Gu Sheng reached out to drape an arm around her slender waist, leaning back against the soft cushions behind him with a playful tone.

"Oh? And who was it back in the carriage, clutching their hem with palms full of cold sweat? Not afraid anymore?"

Exposed by Gu Sheng, Qian Renxue raised her head in shy annoyance, her golden eyes flashing with coquettish reproach.

"That was just me being anxious out of concern. After all, the opponent was Chen Xin of the Sword Dao, whose attack power is hailed as the strongest on the continent, and he had that old fox Ning Fengzhi providing full amplification. How could I not be worried?"

Watching her cheeks flush with embarrassment, Gu Sheng felt a stir in his heart and leaned over to peck her red lips lightly.

"In this world, there is no one who can harm your husband. Even those fellows from the God Realm—if they truly dared to descend, I would ensure they never returned. As for you, wearing this golden imperial robe today, you truly possess the aura of an Empress; even I was a little stunned."

Hearing her husband's praise, Qian Renxue felt a sweetness bloom in her heart. Her eyes darted about, and her small hand wandered slowly up Gu Sheng's chest, finally coming to rest at his Adam's apple, teasing it gently.

"Then, Husband, do you think I look better in this imperial robe, or when I'm in the bedchamber... wearing nothing at all?"

Gu Sheng watched the bewitching, alluring display of the woman in his arms, his dark eyes darkening slightly. It had been some time since their marriage, and the once proud and aloof Qian Renxue had become increasingly charming and seductive in his presence, exhausting every means to tease him.

"Since we married, you little thing have become more and more restless. In my opinion, you look best wearing nothing at all, especially when you're begging for mercy."

Gu Sheng grabbed her mischievous little hand and gave it a light nip.

"Ouch, that hurts."

Qian Renxue pulled her hand back, though she failed to break free. She looked at him with large, watery eyes, acting spoiled in a soft, sweet voice.

"Husband is so bad, always bullying me."

Gu Sheng chuckled, picked up a white jade cup from the small table, skewered a peeled purple grape with a toothpick, and held it to Qian Renxue's lips.

"Come, let your husband make amends. Open up."

Qian Renxue obediently parted her red lips, taking the crystal-clear grape into her mouth. The juice burst forth, and a cloying sweetness instantly filled her senses.

"Is it sweet?"

Gu Sheng leaned in very close, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

Qian Renxue swallowed the grape and looked at him, her face flushed red.

"It's sweet, but not as sweet as Husband."

Hearing this slightly cheesy endearment, Gu Sheng couldn't help but laugh in a low voice, taking the opportunity to lift her up and seat her astride his lap.

The two faced each other, so close that they could see the trembling of each other's eyelashes.

"Today, after unlocking the Second Seal, I feel the Saint Spirit Origin power within me has become much more active, even causing my body temperature to rise."

Gu Sheng's large hand rested on her back; through the thin imperial robe, he could feel her astonishing suppleness and warmth.

Qian Renxue swallowed nervously, feeling that her husband's gaze was so scorching that she dared not meet it directly.

"Then... does Husband feel anything now? Do you need me to help you smooth out the soul power in your body?"

"The soul power doesn't need smoothing, but there is a bit of Evil Fire that I do need you to help me extinguish."

Gu Sheng's voice was low, carrying an undisguised affection.