The darkness gradually receded.
A massive crater appeared in the center of the canyon.
Inside the crater,
Chrysanthemum Douluo knelt on one knee, his armor shattered beyond recognition and blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.
His Martial Soul Avatar had been shattered by Di Lintian, and his aura was weak.
"Old Chrysanthemum!"
A mass of black mist appeared beside Chrysanthemum Douluo and supported his swaying body.
At the same time, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo appeared beside Di Lintian.
While he had been fighting Chrysanthemum Douluo, Sword Douluo had also stopped Ghost Douluo from attacking Shrek.
"You..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo raised his head, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.
He had lost!
Lost to a Soul Emperor!
If word got out, he would become the laughingstock of everyone.
"Old Chrysanthemum, let's go first."
"Don't get cocky. Spirit Hall won't let you off!"
Yue Guan gritted his teeth and tossed out that parting threat. Gui Mei took him away in a streak of black light, and they vanished over the horizon without looking back.
Di Lintian remained where he was.
It was not that he did not want to pursue them. The Soul Skills he had unleashed one after another had all been ten-thousand-year ones, not to mention the final two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Skills.
His Soul Power had been completely exhausted. Even if he caught up to them, he would not be able to unleash another Soul Skill.
Besides, judging from Chen Xin's calm demeanor, he clearly had no intention of completely falling out with Spirit Hall.
Spirit Hall wouldn't let me off?
Di Lintian sneered, his eyes brimming with mockery.
Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.
Within the splendid golden hall, Bibi Dong heavily struck the ground with her scepter.
"To be injured so badly by a mere Soul Emperor—what