"Eighth Soul Skill: Sword Piercing the Firmament!"
Chen Xin gripped his sword hilt with both hands, poured every last ounce of strength into the blow, and swung it down with all his might.
As the sword fell, the clouds overhead split in two, and the winds and clouds around them changed violently.
Howling gales swept up sand and stones, and the entire valley wailed beneath the sword intent's overwhelming might.
Behind him, Ning Fengzhi clearly felt the aura of destruction contained in that strike.
His heart was instantly filled with profound shock.
This was Uncle Sword's most powerful single-target attack, strong enough to cleave through every obstacle in the world.
With a desperate strike like this, perhaps they really could tear open the bizarre Devouring Formation before them.
Ning Rongrong clenched both fists against her chest, not daring to blink.
The little girl prayed over and over in her heart.
Grandpa Sword, you have to win!
"BOOM!!!"
In midair, that terrifying golden sword beam was like a raging dragon roaring in fury.
With the force to sweep through a thousand armies, it shot straight toward the black-robed youth.
Its dazzling brilliance lit up the dim world like broad daylight.
Its razor-sharp edge seemed poised to sever both the space in its path and that strange sucking force.
This was arguably the strongest sword strike of Sword Douluo's life, its power enough to make any mighty figure in the world blanch.
Yet faced with a strike that could shake the heavens and move the ghosts, Tang Yu's expression remained utterly calm.
He raised his eyelids slightly, without even looking properly at the sword beam.
It was nothing but a futile effort.
Tang Yu slowly raised his right hand and spread his five fingers in the air.
Then, facing the oncoming sword beam, he abruptly curled his fingers inward.
It was such a simple gesture.
In an instant, the power of the Forest of Eternal Treasures domain poured forth like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam.
An intense crimson glow instantly blanketed all the surrounding space.
The once dazzling, peerless sword beam touched the domain's power.
It was like crashing into an insurmountable wall of bronze and iron.
With a grating sound of shattering, the enormous golden sword image broke apart inch by inch in midair.
The countless violent streams of sword qi could not even hold out for a single breath before they scattered beneath the devouring force.
They turned into specks of light, melted into the crimson domain, and vanished without a trace.
"PFFT!!!"
The instant the sword beam shattered,
Chen Xin was struck as if by lightning, his face turning from white to green.
The backlash hit him hard, and he spewed out a great mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs.
His towering body flew backward like a kite with its strings cut.
The terrifying power of the Forest of Eternal Treasures was on full display.
It was an absolute forbidden zone capable of devouring even souls and life force.
Even Chen Xin's strongest Soul Skill, cast at the cost of all his strength, was like an ant trying to shake a tree. It could not break through even a fraction of it.
Two heavy thuds rang out in succession.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong, the two Peerless Douluo, crashed onto the bluestone floor.
The tremendous impact smashed two deep craters into the ground, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.
The two peerless powerhouses, renowned across the land for many years, now lay with bloodstained clothes and barely a breath left in them.
"We lost..."
Ning Fengzhi stared in shock, his legs as heavy as lead, unable to move an inch.
What kind of terrifying power was this?
His reason was shattered in that moment, and his mind rang with a buzzing noise.
He had pored over ancient texts and traveled across the continent for years, yet he had never heard of anything like this.
That someone in this world could be so absurdly powerful.
With a mere gesture, he had crushed two Super Douluo of Level 95 or higher, leaving them utterly helpless.
Ning Rongrong's mind had gone completely blank; she had lost the ability to think.
She dazedly lifted her head and saw Tang Yu still standing steadily in midair.
His black robe snapped in the wind, and that heart-chilling red light swirled around him.
The youth merely raised a hand, yet his aura was like that of the sovereign of heaven and earth.
It was as though the life and death of all things in this world rested on a single thought of his.
Ning Rongrong felt her scalp prickle, and her heart raced so fast it nearly leaped from her throat.
She felt that she was not facing a flesh-and-blood human being at all.
But a god high above, who wielded the power of slaughter!
Chen Xin and Gu Rong, lying in the craters, were in increasingly dire straits.
The vigorous life force in their bodies was rapidly draining away beneath the red light.
Their once-black hair turned gray at a visible rate, and their skin lost its luster, creasing with wrinkles.
At the sight, cold sweat ran down Ning Rongrong's back.
She suddenly realized that this youth, who was only a little older than she was, possessed strength and methods beyond anything ordinary understanding could explain.
Just as Ning Rongrong stood frozen in terror,
a thunderous thump exploded beside her.
She turned to look and saw that Ning Fengzhi, her father and the sect leader, had actually bent both knees and dropped heavily to the ground in a bow.
Ning Fengzhi braced both hands on the ground and lowered his head deeply, his voice trembling with unmistakable submission.
"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect accepts this defeat wholeheartedly."
"We beg Your Highness Prince Wuyang to show mercy and spare Chen Xin and Gu Rong."
"From this day forward, everyone in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to submit wholeheartedly to the Blue Silver King."
At these words,
Chen Xin and Gu Rong, in the craters, struggled to turn their heads and look at each other.
Their eyes held bitterness and helplessness, but above all, awe of that absolute power.
They did not speak up in protest. Instead, they struggled to raise half their bodies.
They, too, lowered their proud heads, signaling their willingness to submit to the young Blue Silver King.
Ning Rongrong stared in a daze, standing rooted to the spot, her face blank with confusion.
She could never have imagined that her ever-proud father and her two invincible grandfathers would kneel and beg for mercy so humbly.
Ning Fengzhi glanced at the corner of his eye and saw his daughter still standing there, dumbfounded.
He was instantly horrified and hurriedly reached out to grab the hem of her clothes.
"Ning Rongrong, what are you standing there for?!"
"Kneel down!"
Without waiting to see how his daughter would react, Ning Fengzhi immediately tightened his grip and forced her head down.
He made Ning Rongrong drop to her knees beside him, bowing respectfully on the cold stone floor.
Tang Yu looked coldly at the high-ranking members of the great sect kneeling below.
He simply watched in silence, offering no response.
Cold sweat dripped from Ning Fengzhi's forehead onto the ground, and tension gripped his entire body.
He feared that if this god of slaughter took offense, he would wipe out the entire sect.
After a long while,
Tang Yu's cool voice finally drifted down from the sky.
"Since you are willing to submit, I will spare your lives."
"But I will state the rules only once. There will be no second chance."