Above and Below Heaven, I Alone Am the Strongest

"Listen up, Spirit Hall forces." Dantai Canglan's voice pierced through the battlefield. "It's not too late to retreat."

He had already given them a chance. What happened next was no longer his concern.

Demon Bear did not retreat.

It was not that he did not want to. He simply could not.

The words had already been shouted, Ghost Leopard had been captured, and eight hundred elites had suffered losses. If he retreated now, his prestige within Spirit Hall would be utterly destroyed. Bibi Dong would never spare him.

More importantly, he did not believe it.

He did not believe that a Soul Emperor could truly unleash a sword strike capable of threatening a Title Douluo.

He had seen too many geniuses, too many young Soul Masters who erupted with astonishing attacks at critical moments. But those were all fleeting bursts. Once that instant passed, weakness and defeat followed.

So long as he blocked this sword, he could tear apart that white-clad youth atop the wall.

He threw back his head and roared. His ninth soul ring lit up again, this time not in Ring Detonation but driven with all his strength.

The phantom of the Blood Demon Berserk Bear solidified behind him. Its bear paws came together and smashed fiercely toward Zhou Qiubai on the city wall.

At the same time, he ordered every long-range Soul Master behind him to concentrate their fire. Every control-type soul skill was hurled at the wall to seal off Zhou Qiubai's escape routes. He himself stomped both feet into the ground and shot toward the city gate like a cannonball, his ten claws slashing out in crisscrossing arcs that formed ten blood-red blades, sealing off all space above the battlements.

He did not merely intend to block that sword. Before it could be unleashed,