A Spear Slays Them All—Mere Ants!

At that moment, Long Yeyue looked at Yu Guanzhi and said calmly.

"Either get lost..."

"Or have Chen Yu come out and see this old woman!"

"You are not qualified to speak to this old woman."

There was not the slightest room for negotiation in her gaze, as though she were giving Yu Guanzhi one final choice.

And in her view, that choice merely determined whether she would save some effort or expend a little more.

Yu Guanzhi's expression changed. He had not expected Long Yeyue to give him so little face.

He was, after all, the commander of the Central Legion, a dignified Rank 99 Limit Douluo and a general.

Yet in Long Yeyue's eyes, he was not even qualified to speak with her.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He did not argue with her. Instead, he raised his head, looked toward the other end of the sky, and bowed deeply in respect.

"Please, Speaker, suppress them."

His voice was not loud, but every word rang with force.

The instant his words fell!

A faint glimmer lit up on the horizon.

At first, that light was pale and dim, like the first ray of dawn rising over a distant horizon.

Then, it grew brighter and brighter, more and more intense.

In the blink of an eye, it became a dazzling pillar of light that tore through the dusk...

Illuminating the entire world as brightly as day!

Long Yeyue's gaze narrowed slightly.

She raised her head and looked toward that light.

The arrogant expression on her aged face finally cracked.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and an unprecedented sense of danger surged from the depths of her heart.

She wanted to move, to dodge, to release her martial soul, to activate her Battle Armor—

But it was already too late.

Within that light...

Was a long spear.

Its entire body was silvery white, radiating a faint golden halo.

The light was not blinding, yet it carried a pressure that made souls tremble, as though it were divine punishment descending from the Nine Heavens, or judgment rising from the Nine Hells.

There were no excessive decorations, no intricate patterns—only the simplest, purest sharpness.

And that sharpness...

Was aimed directly at Long Yeyue.

The next second...

The spear tore through the sky.

The sight was breathtakingly beautiful.

The silvery-white spear radiance resembled a meteor, trailing a long tail of light...

As it pierced through space at a speed beyond all reason.

The intertwined defense of light and darkness was utterly useless before that sharp edge, failing to even delay it for an instant.

Long Yeyue's Battle Armor activated automatically, and the brilliance of her Four-Word Battle Armor illuminated half the sky.

But before the silvery-white spear radiance, that glow was like fireflies before the moon, swallowed in an instant.

The spear pierced straight through Long Yeyue's chest.

Long Yeyue's body froze.

She lowered her head and stared at the bowl-sized hole in her chest, her aged face filled with disbelief.

Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

And the spear's remaining momentum...

Carried Long Yeyue's corpse.

As it continued shooting forward.

Boom—!

A world-shaking explosion rang out.

Like a falling meteor, Long Yeyue's corpse was nailed deep into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's residence by the spear.

A massive shockwave spread in all directions. The ground trembled violently, and countless buildings collapsed and shattered in that instant.

Rubble flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky.

Those ancient halls, those exquisitely carved towers, those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon statues coiled upon the eaves...

Before that terrifying power, they were as fragile as paper.

Smoke and dust billowed upward into the heavens.

The entire scene fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Whether they were members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan or soldiers of the Central Legion, all of them stood there blankly, as though they had been petrified.

That deafening roar still echoed in their ears.

That billowing dust still churned before their eyes.

Yet every mind was utterly blank.

Chen Yu had not even appeared.

And with only one spear...

He had directly slain a Limit Douluo here!

That was Long Yeyue!

The Light and Dark Douluo.

The Supreme Elder of Shrek Academy.

An elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

A Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent.

Her life had been filled with legends. She had experienced countless battles and faced countless powerful foes, yet no one had ever made her retreat even half a step.

But today, she had not even had time to make a move, nor had she had time to finish a single sentence...

And she had died just like that.

Killed by a spear...

That had flown from no one knew where.

"How is this possible..."

An elder muttered.

His lips trembled, and his face was pale as paper.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the ruins, on that silvery-white spear still embedded within them, his face full of disbelief.

Another elder pointed at Yu Guanzhi and roared in rebuke, his voice trembling with anger and a fear that reached deep into his bones.

"Madmen!"

"You're all mad!"

"Yu Guanzhi!"

"Do you want to become enemies of our great clans?!"

"Shrek will not let you off!"

The other elders also came back to their senses...

Some cursed furiously, some wailed in grief, and some turned to flee deeper into the residence.

For a time, the scene descended into complete chaos.

Yu Guanzhi was just about to speak mockingly—

At that moment, a voice crossed tens of thousands of miles and resounded through the clouds.

That voice was low and calm, carrying an unquestionable majesty. It seemed to descend from the Nine Heavens, yet also to rise from the Nine Hells.

But every word fell clearly into the ears of everyone present, carrying a force that made their souls tremble.

"I await your futile revenge."

"Central Legion, under This Speaker's command, thoroughly clean out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, inside and out!"

"Ensure that those who are guilty..."

"Not a single one is allowed to escape!"

It was Chen Yu's voice.

Yu Guanzhi immediately dropped to one knee and cupped his fists, his voice booming like a great bell.

"I obey the Speaker's command!"

He abruptly rose to his feet and turned toward the Central Legion behind him.

His gaze swept across every face, the young faces filled with excitement and reverence.

Then he turned back toward the elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a sinister grin.

"Brothers, did you hear what the Speaker said?"

"Give this place a thorough 'cleaning'!"

The soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the land.

"Yes!"

The voices of tens of thousands converged like exploding thunder, making even the earth tremble.

Yu Yuanxiao's face turned ashen. At this moment, he could no longer maintain his previous composure.

He suddenly stepped forward. Lightning erupted around him, and the phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon emerged behind him. Terrifying pressure spread in all directions like an erupting volcano.

His eyes were wide with fury, his voice filled with disbelief and rage.

"You dare?!"

Yu Guanzhi sneered without replying as his martial soul appeared in his hand.

It was a completely jade-white brush.

A faint halo flowed along the shaft, while the tip emitted a cold, ghostly gleam.