Yue Guan's Terror!

Yue Guan raised a finger in an orchid gesture, pointing it at the Golden Light Eagle in the air, his tone dripping with unconcealable mockery: "You Golden Light Eagle, you can't even land a hit; you've completely wasted the opening that little rabbit created for you."

Halfway through his sentence, he lifted his foot to retreat.

However, the next moment, the smile on Yue Guan's face froze instantly.

Because no matter how he tried to pull back, his position had not changed in the slightest!

Finally, Yue Guan realized what was happening.

His shadow had been pinned to the ground!

Before he could even think of a way to break the shadow binding, a sound like thunderous wingbeats erupted.

A pair of Dark Gold Bone Wings that blotted out the sky slowly unfolded above his head.

Lightning surged across the surface of the wings, and every wing bone radiated a heart-stopping aura of destruction. As the wings stretched, the thunder of heaven and earth responded in kind, as if the entire firmament were trembling beneath them.

Titan Giant Ape Er Ming stood up completely from the earth.

His body swelled against the wind, his muscles expanding in layers like rolling hills, his entire form wreathed in blinding lightning.

In just a few breaths, his size had expanded to the point where Chrysanthemum Douluo had to tilt his head back just to see his full form.

Then, he raised his right palm.

Within the center of that palm, which was larger than a house, thousands of lightning bolts struck down from the nine heavens simultaneously, each as thick as an arm, all pouring into his palm.

Between heaven and earth, nothing seemed to remain but that blinding sea of thunder.

Yue Guan looked at that palm, his mind buzzing.

During the day, this guy had beaten Golden Crocodile Douluo into the ground!

Now he had to take this palm strike himself?

Before the palm even descended, the sheer pressure of the palm wind shattered the remaining bluestone tiles beneath Yue Guan's feet.

The gale pressed his robes tightly against his body, forcing the loose hair on his forehead to whip backward.

"Martial Soul True Body!!!"

Yue Guan shrieked hysterically.

The seventh spirit ring at his feet exploded with light, and layers of chrysanthemum-petal-shaped golden shields erupted from his body—nine layers in total, each condensed with the entirety of his Title Douluo-level spirit power.

The dense mass of petals intertwined and overlapped in the air, wrapping him into a giant, budding chrysanthemum.

Yet, that chrysanthemum looked as insignificant as a speck of dust before the lightning.

The Thunderlight Palm crashed down.

The nine layers of petal shields shattered and collapsed one after another, the exploding fragments of spirit power turning into countless golden motes that dissipated into the night sky.

The defense Yue Guan had erected with all his Title Douluo-level spirit power was as fragile as a paper lantern before that palm.

In his pupils, only the ever-growing outline of that palm remained, and all sound in the world vanished from his ears.

An unprecedented aura of death rushed toward him!

"Pfft—!"

Yue Guan poured his last ounce of spirit power into manifesting his natal spirit bone.

It was a plate-shaped spirit bone embedded in the center of his chest, glowing with a brilliant dark gold, its surface etched with dozens of ancient patterns, each containing the essence of his century of cultivation on the path of a spirit master.

He had hidden this spirit bone for sixty years; even Gui Mei did not know of it.

This was meant to be his trump card for survival when he attempted to reach a higher realm, but he could no longer afford to hold back.

The moment the spirit bone plate exploded, a pillar of dark golden light shot into the sky, colliding head-on with the descending Thunderlight Palm.

BOOM—!!!

With the point of impact as the center, the ground within a hundred paces sank by a foot.

All remaining ruins were ground into powder by the shockwave.

The last few intact halls in the side palace area collapsed simultaneously, shattered tiles and broken wood spraying outward like a torrential rain.

The shockwave did not dissipate until it had spread a hundred paces away.

The dust and smoke gradually settled.

Yue Guan knelt halfway in the center of the ruins, bathed in blood.

His left arm hung at a grotesque angle by his side; his shoulder blade was shattered.

The life-saving spirit bone plate on his chest had lost all its luster, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks, ready to crumble to dust at the slightest touch.

Blood seeped from his seven orifices, and every breath forced a ragged, blood-flecked wheeze from his throat.

"What are you people doing..."

Yue Guan's voice was hoarse and weak, the words barely squeezed from his throat.

"Is tearing down Martial Soul Hall once not enough? You dare to come a second time—is this a declaration of total war against us, Martial Soul Hall?!"

Although the beast tide during the day had killed many low-level deacons and two Title Douluo elders had been severely injured by a single punch, the true foundation of Martial Soul Hall had not been completely shaken.

Apart from Golden Crocodile Douluo, almost none of the lords in the Worship Hall had made a move, and the Grand High Priest Qian Daoliu had not even shown his face.

In the eyes of Chrysanthemum Douluo, this was already a display of immense restraint from Martial Soul Hall.

Yet, why did they still come?

Why must they insist on exterminating everyone?

The Golden Light Eagle descended slowly onto Er Ming's shoulder, folded its wings, and peered down at the kneeling Chrysanthemum Douluo with its dark golden eyes.

"Dare to touch our Princess Xiao Wu, and you ask why we'd go to war?"

It paused, its tone filled with disdain and arrogance.

"Not convinced?"

"Then do as we did and fight your way into the Star Dou Forest."

Yue Guan: "..."

A surge of indescribable frustration and absurdity welled up in his heart.

Martial Soul Hall was the most powerful force on the continent, possessing at least seven resident Titled Douluo, with a Limit Douluo like Qian Daoliu presiding over the Worship Hall.

Such strength was enough to make any sect on the continent tremble with fear, and even the two great empires dared not provoke them lightly.

Yet now, he was kneeling in these ruins, covered in blood, without even understanding why the other side was fighting so desperately.

How did this little rabbit become a princess?

You don't even have a king in the Star Dou Forest!

Yue Guan took a deep breath, suppressing the retort in his heart.

Since he couldn't win, he decided to explain himself to buy some time.

"Although we were the ones who made the move today..."

"In essence, it was Tang San who exposed your Princess Xiao Wu. Why are you coming after us?"

If it weren't for Tang San pulling so many stunts during the Soul Master Tournament and exposing the fact that Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, would Martial Soul Hall have pursued her so relentlessly?

If Tang San hadn't brought Xiao Wu to Martial Soul City, how could all this have happened?

When it came down to it, they in Martial Soul Hall were the legitimate victims!

Now, the dome of Martial Soul Hall had been torn off, and the main hall had been reduced to ruins.

Two Titled Douluo from the Worship Hall were still lying in the side hall nursing their wounds, and Gui Mei had nearly been beaten into a dead dog.

If he, Yue Guan, hadn't sacrificed a life-saving soul bone at the critical moment, he probably wouldn't even have the strength to speak right now.

Yet in the end, he still had to be pinned down and beaten by them?

Where is the justice?

The Golden Light Eagle tilted its head, scanned the blood-soaked Chrysanthemum Douluo from head to toe with its dark golden eyes, and continued its verbal assault:

"We'll settle the score with Tang San another day."

"Today, we're just collecting some interest."

Damn it... The blood that Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan had been holding back in his chest could no longer be contained.

Interest?

Since when had he, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, been reduced to the point of paying interest for someone else?!

Is there any justice left?

Is there any law!