Smashing Ghost Douluo

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan spat out a mouthful of blood that sprayed over three feet away, his entire body kneeling amidst the ruins, drenched in his own gore.

Yet, the suffocating rage in his chest was a hundred times more agonizing than the wounds on his body.

Interest?

He, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, a dignified Title Douluo of Martial Soul Hall, when had he ever been reduced to paying interest for Tang San?

"Go!"

The Golden Light Eagle folded its cyan and gold interwoven feathers, its dark golden eyes sweeping over the dying Chrysanthemum Douluo in the ruins before letting out a sharp, piercing cry.

Er Ming retracted his Dark Gold Bone Wings, his massive body slowly descending back to the ground with Xiao Wu perched steadily on his shoulder.

"You..."

Damn it, they just act all high and mighty and then run away?

Chrysanthemum Douluo struggled to stand, but his bones felt as if they had been dismantled; he simply couldn't rise.

He watched helplessly as those three figures vanished into the night, the Golden Light Eagle's near-teleportation speed leaving not even a lingering shadow behind for him.

The ruins returned to silence.

The moonlight spilled coldly over the chaotic, shattered flagstones, dyeing the lonely Chrysanthemum Douluo a ghastly white.

He knelt in the center of the wreckage, his blood-dripping fingers digging deep into the cracked stone crevices.

Humiliation.

A supreme, utter humiliation.

Martial Soul Hall had stood for hundreds of years; wherever a Title Douluo went, were they not revered by thousands?

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, a lineup of seven Title Douluos gathered together was enough to make both great empires tremble with fear.

Yet today, he, Yue Guan, had been swatted like a stray dog by a Titan Giant Ape, and the culprit had just flapped its wings and left!

And when it all came down to it, who was to blame?

Tang San!

Chrysanthemum Douluo's teeth ground together with a rattling sound, fresh blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the broken flagstones.

If Tang San hadn't exposed Xiao Wu's identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast during the Soul Master Tournament, why would Martial Soul Hall have set its sights on that little rabbit?

If Tang San hadn't brought Xiao Wu to Martial Soul City, why would that group of soul beasts from the Star Dou Forest have gone mad and slaughtered their way here?

If Tang San hadn't secretly orchestrated schemes to sow discord time and time again, why would that Titan Giant Ape have trampled Martial Soul Hall for a second time?

"A fine Tang San indeed..."

Yue Guan's voice was so hoarse it seemed to be squeezed out from the very depths of his throat.

He would call for reinforcements today.

First, he would beat those three damned creatures to death, and then he would go and crush Tang San!

If he didn't kill Tang San to restore their prestige, Martial Soul Hall would truly become a laughingstock to everyone on this continent!

Just as Yue Guan was gnashing his teeth and plotting his revenge, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly echoed from deep within Martial Soul Hall.

"Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo!"

Bai Changhe's voice came from afar, carrying a sense of urgent panting.

Immediately after, dozens of figures surged out from behind the ruins of the side hall.

The dark figure in the lead moved with astonishing speed, like a ghost blending into the night, appearing before Chrysanthemum Douluo almost the instant he was spotted.

Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei.

Behind him followed three Title Douluos from the Worship Hall, each one an elder with graying hair, each with nine soul rings spiraling beneath their feet.

Two of them still had bandages wrapped around their arms—they were the two unlucky elders who had been smashed into the ground by Er Ming's punch earlier that day. Though their wounds had not yet healed, they had been dragged out of their secluded healing sessions by Bai Changhe.

Gui Mei's gaze fell upon Yue Guan, and he practically scrambled to his partner's side, his eyes—usually hidden in the shadows of his cloak—filled with heartache and fury.

"Who did this? Who was it?"

Gui Mei's eyes turned red in an instant.

He and Yue Guan had been partners for decades, training together since they were youths, rising to become Title Douluos together, and eventually jointly holding the positions of the two great elders of Martial Soul Hall.

Their martial souls—one a chrysanthemum, one a ghost—represented yin and yang, working in perfect harmony.

Their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Polar Static Domain, was something that even Title Douluos above level 95 feared.

This bond had long since seeped into their very marrow.

Yet now, his old partner had been beaten into such a state.

"Was it that giant ape?" Killing intent, nearly overflowing, surged in Gui Mei's eyes. "Was it that damned Titan Giant Ape?!"

"Elder Ghost, calm down!" Bai Changhe hurriedly stepped forward. "That giant ape is too strong, and your own wounds haven't healed yet..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the sky above them suddenly darkened.

Without any warning, without any sound.

It was as if someone had draped a massive black cloth over the entire firmament, causing the moonlight to vanish without a trace in an instant.

Ghost Douluo suddenly raised his head.

A pair of Dark Gold Bone Wings, vast enough to blot out the sky, shrouded the entire night.

Lightning surged across the surface of the wings, and every bone emitted a heart-stopping aura of destruction.

As the bone wings slowly flapped, the thunder of heaven and earth responded in kind, with thick arcs of electricity exploding into a blinding silver-white within the clouds.

It was the Titan Giant Ape again!

He had never left at all!

"Are you ever going to quit!"

Ghost Douluo roared, his nine spirit rings igniting simultaneously.

Dark, ghostly energy surged from his body like a tide, enveloping the ruins for dozens of meters in a cold, chilling darkness.

The seventh spirit ring lit up: Ghost Douluo Avatar!

In that instant, his body transformed into a translucent phantom, nearly merging with the night.

This was Ghost Douluo's strongest state, one in which he was nearly immune to all physical attacks.

The reason he had been severely wounded by Er Ming's punch during the day was that the lightning power contained within the Thunderlight Fist happened to counter his Ghost spirit.

But now that he knew this, he would never make the same mistake again.

However, Er Ming did not give him any chance to display fancy techniques.

That fist, larger than a house, was already crashing down.

Thousands of lightning bolts struck down from the heavens, each as thick as an arm, all pouring into that single fist.

The lightning glowing on the surface of the fist grew increasingly intense, resembling a meteorite wrapped in thunder, casting flickering light and shadow over everyone within hundreds of meters.

Thunderlight Fist!

Ghost Douluo's pupils contracted violently.

He knew the power of this punch all too well.

It was this very punch that had shattered his six layers of defensive spirit skills during the day, and right now, Yue Guan was behind him.

Yue Guan was already too injured to even stand; if he were caught in the shockwave of this punch, he would surely die.

"Yue Guan!"

Ghost Douluo made a choice almost instinctively, turning and lunging toward Yue Guan.

His spirit power was of the same origin as shadows.

As Ghost Douluo, his perception of shadows was far beyond that of ordinary people.

When he saw Yue Guan pinned by his shadow earlier, unable to move, he had understood that the Golden Light Eagle had used some bizarre ability to pin Yue Guan's shadow.

Ghost Douluo grabbed Yue Guan by the wrist, his Ghost Douluo Avatar transforming into a dark shadow that dove directly into the shade beneath Yue Guan.

At the critical moment, the shadow beneath Yue Guan's feet suddenly loosened.

Dragging Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo transformed into a blur and shot off to the side.

The very next instant after they vacated the spot, the Thunderlight Fist crashed down with a roar.

BOOM—!!!