With Yu Yuanzhen's protection gone, the battlefield below instantly became a one-sided slaughterhouse.
In midair, Yue Guan sneered and waved his hand. The enormous Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Martial Soul bloomed, its petals transforming into countless incomparably sharp golden flying blades that ruthlessly harvested the lives of the sect disciples like a meat grinder.
Ghost Leopard and Gui Mei, the two great agility-attack experts, moved through the battlefield like phantoms. Every flicker of shadow stirred up a bloody tempest, and the members of the mighty Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were harvested as easily as grass beneath their hands.
The soul master legion dispatched by Spirit Hall, led by the other elders, was also carrying out a purge of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's disciples.
Whoosh—
With the teeth-grating sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh, a black shadow flashed past Yu Luomian's back.
Immediately afterward, the second-in-command of the sect, who had just been cursing furiously, stared wide-eyed. Before he could fully unleash his Martial Soul Avatar, his fine head rolled to the ground amid spraying blood.
"No!! Luomian—!"
Witnessing this with his own eyes, Yu Yuanzhen, who was tightly entangled by the three Title Douluo, let out a despairing, grief-stricken roar.
His own younger brother had died before his eyes, and the century-old sect was about to be destroyed!
At this point, he no longer had the heart to care about right or wrong, causes or consequences!
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, while the lightning around his body grew so dense that it was nearly black.
"You beasts of Spirit Hall... Even if this old man's soul scatters today, I will make you pay the most painful price!!!"
"Secret art!"
"True Dragon Nine Crowns!"
Along with Yu Yuanzhen's roar, a Soul Bone resembling