The Brutal Yu Yuanzhen!

Yu Yuanzhen's pride and joy, Destruction Thunder, struck the vines in a frenzy.

Yet it failed to scorch even their outermost layer.

The golden patterns flowing across the vines radiated a terrifying devouring power of life.

In an instant, they assimilated and absorbed the heat and destructive force contained within the lightning.

"What?!"

"That's impossible!"

At the heart of the thunder dragon, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened as he let out a terrified scream.

He desperately drove the remaining Soul Power within him, trying to break free from this deadly restraint.

But the Blue Silver vines only tightened further.

Accompanied by a scalp-numbing series of cracking bones, they forcibly shredded Yu Yuanzhen's thunder dragon phantom into blue motes of light that filled the sky.

Almost at the same moment.

Third Elder's Clear Sky Hammer, as heavy as a mountain, had already come crashing down toward Xu Qing's head with overwhelming force.

Xu Qing did not even raise an eyelid.

He merely flicked his sleeve upward casually.

Countless Blue Silver vines marked with golden patterns instantly intertwined and overlapped.

In the blink of an eye, they formed an incomparably thick emerald wooden wall in midair.

Bang—!

The giant Clear Sky Hammer, powerful enough to flatten all of Blue Silver Academy, slammed viciously into the wooden wall.

Yet it produced only a dull sound, like a broken drum being struck.

Not a single crack appeared on the wooden wall.

Instead, it released a powerful rebounding force.

Like a tsunami surging backward, that force rushed wildly up the thick hammer handle and into Third Elder's body.

Pfft!

Third Elder did not even have time to groan.

The webbing between his hands instantly burst apart as blood sprayed everywhere.

His muscular body, along with the incomparably heavy Clear Sky Hammer.

Was blasted backward more than a hundred meters by the rebounding force.

He smashed through more than a dozen white marble pillars that required three people to encircle, before finally being embedded in a distant mountainside like a heap of mud.

Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword aura was easily blocked by a Blue Silver Grass shield that rose from the ground.

That supreme sword aura, said to be indestructible and capable of severing anything, struck the soft leaves.

It was like a rusted blunt blade hacking at ten-thousand-year ice. Other than sending out a streak of dazzling sparks, it could not leave behind the slightest mark.

Gu Rong's enormous, hideous Bone Dragon had barely emerged halfway from underground.

When dozens of thick vines suddenly burst out from deep beneath the earth and instantly pierced through every joint in its body.

Like a specimen skewered on bamboo sticks, it was nailed in midair, without even room to struggle.

From the moment the four of them attacked simultaneously to the moment they were crushed from every angle.

The entire process took less than three breaths.

The whole venue fell into an extreme silence as deathly still as a grave.

The noisy mockery and discussions were abruptly cut off, as though an invisible hand had strangled them all at once.

Every guest stood frozen in place as if struck by a paralysis spell, their minds completely blank.

"Good heavens..."

"W-what the hell is that?!"

Dai Weisi was so frightened that he slid off his chair and onto the ground, clutching his head with both hands.

"You call that Blue Silver Grass?"

"Since when has there been Blue Silver Grass that even the Clear Sky Hammer can't smash apart?!"

"Since when has there been Blue Silver Grass that can strangle the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon like a loach?!"

The elders of the various sects were all dumbfounded, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

As they watched those terrifying vines with golden patterns dancing through the air, they felt their entire worldview shatter in that instant.

On the high platform, two dazzling gleams suddenly burst from Bibi Dong's beautiful phoenix eyes.

She gripped her scepter so tightly that it creaked, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Life Force..."

"It's such pure, such terrifying Source of Life!"

A storm of shock rose within Bibi Dong's heart.

This level of life aura even caused the Rakshasa Divine Power within her, which represented evil and destruction, to feel intense rejection and deep apprehension.

This was no ordinary Martial Soul mutation.

This was absolute suppression that completely surpassed conventional Martial Souls, enough to rival the power of gods.

In midair.

Yu Yuanzhen, bound by the vines, was still struggling desperately.

The ninth deep black Soul Ring on his body suddenly lit up as he attempted to unleash his final trump card.

"Break for me!"

Veins bulged across Yu Yuanzhen's forehead as he let out an earth-shaking roar.

Xu Qing merely gave him an indifferent glance.

Without any unnecessary movement, he calmly pressed his slender index finger downward.

The Blue Silver vines wrapped around Yu Yuanzhen abruptly tightened inward.

Crack, crack!

Amid a dense series of shattering bones.

The dragon-transformed scales Yu Yuanzhen had been so proud of were instantly crushed into powder.

He spewed mouthful after mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Like a ruined sandbag, his entire body was violently swung up by the vines before being smashed heavily into the hard plaza floor.

With a tremendous boom.

The bluestone slabs were smashed into a crater more than ten meters wide. Yu Yuanzhen convulsed twice before fainting.

Seeing the dignified Thunder Douluo reduced to such a miserable state.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong, who had been blasted away, saw their eyes redden.

The two old friends who had fought side by side for many years felt an unprecedented humiliation at that moment.

"Old Bone!"

"Even if we have to risk our lives, we can't let the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's name be ruined in our hands!"

Chen Xin suddenly bit through his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of pure heart's blood onto the blade of the Seven Kill Sword.

The originally silver sword body was instantly stained with an eerie blood-red hue.

Gu Rong also let out a sharp roar, frantically igniting all the Soul Power in his body without holding anything back.

The Soul Rings around the two of them instantly intertwined and fused in midair, erupting with dazzling light.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

"Bone Transformation Divine Dragon, Seven Kill Absolute Sword!"

A colossal sword a hundred zhang long, formed entirely from white bones and wrapped in sharp blood-colored sword aura, appeared across the sky.

Carrying an unyielding momentum capable of destroying heaven and earth and severing the cycle of reincarnation, the giant sword slashed madly toward Xu Qing's head.

This was the strongest attack the two Super Douluo could unleash by exhausting their lifetimes and burning their lives.

Its power was so immense that even a level ninety-seven peak expert would have to avoid its edge.

Facing this fatal sword strike that tore apart the heavens.

Xu Qing remained unhurried.

"Within my Blue Silver Academy, every flower and every tree possesses life."

"I will not allow you to trample them so recklessly."

The Blue Silver Grass in Xu Qing's palm slowly turned once.

A massive azure phantom of a Life Lotus began to bloom layer upon layer in midair, centered around his body.

There was no earth-shaking explosion, nor any deafening roar.

That hundred-zhang blood-colored bone sword slashed fiercely onto the lotus phantom.

The incomparably violent destructive sword aura was like fine snow falling into a boiling hot spring.

The instant it touched the lotus petals, it was dissolved and broken apart by that gentle yet overwhelmingly domineering Life Force.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong's bodies shook violently, as though they had been struck by heavenly lightning.

To their astonishment, they discovered that not only had the Soul Power within them been drained completely in an instant.

Even the source of their Martial Souls had been suppressed deep within their dantians by that life aura, leaving them unable to mobilize even the slightest trace of it.

The enormous lotus phantom merely gave its petals a gentle tremble.

The two Super Douluo, renowned throughout the land, became like sacks drained of all strength.

They fell straight down from the sky.

Thud.

Thud.

The two of them crashed heavily at Ning Fengzhi's feet, vomiting blood in great mouthfuls, without even the strength to stand.

At the very front of the guest seats.

Qian Daoliu, Spirit Hall's Grand Priest, who had remained seated in silence all along, rarely paused with his teacup suspended in midair.

In his eyes, ancient and unruffled after witnessing the vicissitudes of the world, stormy waves now surged beyond all restraint.

Qian Daoliu quietly gazed at the green-clad figure on the high platform, surrounded by Blue Silver Grass.

For a moment.

His thoughts seemed to drift back to that turbulent era decades ago.

Back then, he had merely been a high-spirited young man.

In a remote mountain range, he had once seen this mysterious Dean Xu from afar.

Decades had passed, and the world had changed beyond recognition.

The great figures of Douluo Continent had come and gone in generation after generation.

Yet this Xu Qing, this Dean Xu, still looked as calm and detached as he had back then.

Whether he had faced the combined coercion of four Title Douluo earlier, or crushed them one-sidedly now.

Not even the rhythm of his breathing had been disturbed in the slightest.

Qian Daoliu slowly set down his teacup and let out a long sigh in his heart.

"This transcendent bearing of trampling all living things beneath his feet while remaining untouched by worldly dust."

"Across all of Douluo Continent, other than this senior, there is no second person who possesses it."

"Today, Spirit Hall brought only gifts and no killing intent. That was truly the wisest decision I have made in my life."

On the plaza, the deathly silence continued to spread.

The thick smell of blood mixed strangely with the fragrance of grass and trees in the air.

The four peak experts of the Upper Three Sects, each representing the strongest fighting power, were now all sprawled on the ground without the slightest dignity.

From the moment they clashed to their complete defeat.

The entire process had passed before the spectators could even cry out in alarm.

Meanwhile, Xu Qing still stood where he had been.

Not even a corner of his clothes had been dirtied, while the tiny Blue Silver Grass in his palm continued to sway lazily.

Ning Fengzhi clutched the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand, his hands gripping his scepter trembling violently.

As he looked at Chen Xin and Gu Rong, who had only half their lives left at his feet, his heart bled.

Cold sweat dripped from his chin onto the white jade floor tiles.

Tang Xiao in the distance was equally pale.

He had originally intended to use these people to test the true depth of this Dean Xu.

Now they had learned the truth, but the price was one they simply could not bear.

This was not merely kicking an iron plate.

They had clearly rammed their heads into an immovable divine mountain.

The remaining elders and disciples of the three great sects were all ashen-faced, not daring even to breathe loudly.

Ning Fengzhi turned his head with difficulty and exchanged a bitter look with Tang Xiao in the distance.

Through that glance, the two quickly reached a helpless understanding.

If they continued to hold out, the Upper Three Sects would undoubtedly be wiped out today, roots and all.

After all, their opponent was an old senior holding a hundredth birthday banquet.

It was only natural that an old monster who had lived for over a hundred years possessed such heaven-reaching methods.

Losing to such an old senior and bowing their heads in submission was not truly shameful.

It was better than burying their sects' centuries-old foundations here for the sake of some illusory pride.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and tried hard to calm his wildly pounding heart.

He forced a smile onto his face, one that looked a hundred times worse than crying.

Then he straightened his slightly disheveled collar.

He prepared to step forward, bend his usually proud back, and kowtow to Xu Qing for mercy.

"Senior Xu..."

Ning Fengzhi's voice was dry and hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

He had barely uttered three words when his knees began to bend slowly.

At that critical moment.

A shrill voice, filled with intense unwillingness and madness.

Suddenly rang out from Shrek's camp like a thunderclap.

"Wait!"

This sudden roar made everyone present, their nerves stretched taut, shudder all over.

Ning Fengzhi's waist, already bent halfway down, froze stiffly in midair.

He abruptly turned his head, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Tang San sprang up from the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face as hideous as a vicious ghost. He pointed at Xu Qing on the high platform, gasping heavily.

Seeing Tang San jump out, Ning Fengzhi was so furious he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wanted nothing more than to rush over and slap this fool who did not know the difference between life and death into pulp.

The Upper Three Sects had finally made up our minds to kneel and save our lives.

You bastard, shouting "wait" at a time like this—do you think we're not dying fast enough?!

The crowd's furious, astonished gazes instantly focused on Tang San.

Xu Qing, standing on the high platform, merely tilted his head slightly.

For the first time, his gentle, tranquil gaze fell upon this youth who had been constantly jumping about.

He waited for his next performance.

Tang San's shout was especially grating.

Everyone's eyes instantly shifted from Xu Qing to the youth from Shrek's camp.

Ning Fengzhi's half-bent back remained rigidly stuck in midair.

His eyes widened as he turned to glare at Tang San, a murderous urge surging from the depths of his eyes.

I spent half the day preparing myself mentally. I was even ready to throw away this old face of mine. I was just one step away from kowtowing, admitting fault, and preserving the sect.

Yet this brat had to start causing trouble now of all times!

Tang Xiao was equally dumbfounded.

The hand gripping the Clear Sky Hammer trembled slightly. He truly could not understand what his dear nephew was trying to do.

Tang San strode out of the pool of blood.

His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Xu Qing on the high platform, his tone brimming with a powerful sense of righteousness.

"Sect Master Ning, Uncle!"

"You are the leaders of the Upper Three Sects, representing the dignity and honor of the entire Douluo Continent soul master world!"

"How can you kneel before such a lowly, useless martial soul?"

Tang San's voice rose higher and higher, his face flushed red with agitation.

"Even if he used such wicked tricks to ambush four seniors today, that is by no means true strength!"

"If you kneel today, the Upper Three Sects' centuries of good name will be ruined in an instant."

"Who on Douluo Continent will still respect you afterward?"

"The people of the world will only mock the Upper Three Sects for being scared out of their wits by a weed growing by the roadside!"