Xiao Yan Breaks Off Engagement, Heavenly Palace Takes Disciple, Misty Cloud Sect Annihilated!

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Soul Hall Human Hall plaza.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

As those eerie black runes burrowed into Qian Renxue's body like maggots to the bone, the radiance of her soul power, once brilliant as gold, began to fade rapidly.

The gold dimmed, gradually turning gray!

Finally, amidst Qian Renxue's agonizing roar, it transformed completely into a pitch-black void.

BOOM!!!

In an instant, a nauseatingly powerful wave of black energy erupted from her body, scattering the surrounding evil spirits in a single blow.

As the dust settled, a heart-stopping figure slowly stood up.

Her hair, once as radiant as sunlight, had turned a deathly silver-gray.

Her tattered palace attire, condensed by the dark energy, morphed into a form-fitting suit of black demonic armor bristling with spikes and barbs.

But the most despair-inducing sight was the wings on her back.

The wing that had been torn off had regrown, spurred by the dark power.

Yet, they were no longer snowy-white feathers; they were six demonic, fallen wings burning with black hellfire!

The next second, she slowly opened her eyes.

Those golden orbs, once filled with arrogance, had become two pitch-black voids devoid of whites.

Dark Fallen Angel!

Has arrived!

Meanwhile, Douluo Continent.

Spirit Hall, Consecration Hall.

"CRACK!!"

All the Consecrators looked up in terror, only to see the statue of the Angel God, which had stood for a thousand years, split open with a massive fissure right from the center of its brow the very moment Qian Renxue was completely blackened!

Following that, two shocking trails of blood-tears slid down the statue's cold face.

"No!!"

The Great Consecrator, Qian Daoliu, let out a cry of grief on the spot, his entire body collapsing before the shattered statue as if every ounce of strength had been drained from him.

Even his face, usually so majestic, was now streaked with old tears and twisted beyond recognition.

"That is my Xue'er, that is the final hope of the Angel God—"

Qian Daoliu pointed a trembling hand at the black-armored woman in the light screen, who radiated an aura ten thousand times more evil than any Evil Soul Master, his eyes bloodshot. "How could it come to this? How could it!"

"She should be draped in holy light, reigning over the world! How could she be kneeling before that old ghost, reduced to this neither-human-nor-ghost state?!"

Soon, Qian Daoliu failed to catch his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted dead away.

"Great Consecrator!!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other Consecrators turned ashen-faced at the sight, kneeling on the ground and trembling.

If even the Great Consecrator had broken down, if even the Angel had fallen, what meaning was there left for them, these so-called Consecrators?

On the other side, Battle Through the Heavens World.

Heavenly Palace, Main Hall.

Lin Feng had just set down his teacup when the system's notification sounded in his ears.

[Detection: The Three Year Agreement plot node in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane has been triggered!]

[New Mission Issued: Take the Son of the Plane, Xiao Yan, as your disciple!]

[Mission Rewards: Sect Luck increased by 20%, Plane Travel function (Basic) unlocked, Host's cultivation level increased!]

"Oh? Take Xiao Yan as a disciple?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly at the words, a playful curve touching his lips. "That old fellow Yao Lao is still in the ring. Since that's the case, it would be a waste not to take this ready-made disciple."

"Besides, having the future Flame Emperor work for me—that sounds rather nice."

Thinking this, Lin Feng tapped his finger lightly against the void. "Pass down the order."

"Have the Vice Hall Master of the Ninth Hall make a trip to Wutan City."

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Jia Ma Empire, Wutan City.

Inside the Xiao Clan hall, the atmosphere remained tense.

Xiao Yan had just written the letter of divorce, and his declaration, "Do not bully the young because they are poor," still echoed through the hall.

Nalan Yanran's face was livid, Ge Ye's gaze was cold, and a conflict seemed inevitable.

However, at that very moment.

--

BOOM!!

The previously clear sky suddenly changed color!

A vast and boundless, terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire Wutan City!

"Th-this... what kind of aura is this?!"

Inside the hall, Ge Ye, who had been aggressive just a moment ago, felt his legs go weak the instant he sensed this pressure, and he collapsed directly onto the floor!

"Dou... Dou Zong?!"

"No, this is a Dou Zun powerhouse!"

Ge Ye shrieked in terror, cold sweat instantly soaking his entire body.

In the Jia Ma Empire, a Dou Huang was already the ceiling of power, and a Dou Zong was a legendary existence.

As for a Dou Zun—that was a heaven-defying expert found only in sacred lands like the Central Plains!

How could a powerhouse of this level descend upon this tiny Wutan City?!

"Whoosh."

In an instant, a gale rose and space tore apart.

A figure in green robes stepped through the void, descending from the sky step by step.

He was a middle-aged man in green robes with a refined face, yet he exuded an aura of nobility that stood above heaven and earth.

With every step he took, ripples spread through the void beneath his feet, as if heaven and earth were making way for him!

The Vice Hall Master of the Ninth Hall of the Heavenly Palace!

"Is this the Xiao Clan?"

The Vice Hall Master spoke indifferently. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

He ignored Ge Ye and Nalan Yanran, who were kneeling on the ground, and fixed his gaze directly on the stubborn-looking youth holding the divorce letter.

"Are you Xiao Yan?"

Stared at by this terrifying powerhouse, Xiao Yan felt as if he were being crushed by a massive mountain, making even breathing difficult.

Yet, he gritted his teeth and straightened his back. "This junior is indeed Xiao Yan! May I ask what business the senior has with me?"

"Not bad, you have some backbone."

Seeing this, a flash of appreciation crossed the Vice Hall Master's eyes. He flipped his palm, and a token emitting a faint glow appeared out of thin air, hovering before Xiao Yan. "By the order of the Master of the Heavenly Palace, I have come specifically to take you as a disciple."

"As long as you accept this token, you shall be a disciple of the Heavenly Palace."

"From this day forward, no one in this Battle Qi Continent will dare to bully you in the slightest!"

"As for this Three Year Agreement..."

The Vice Hall Master glanced indifferently at the trembling Nalan Yanran nearby, his tone filled with disdain. "If you wish, this Seat can destroy the Misty Cloud Sect right now to vent your anger."

BOOM!!!

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence!

Destroy the Misty Cloud Sect?

That was a behemoth of the Jia Ma Empire!

Yet, in the mouth of this powerhouse, it sounded as simple as crushing an ant?

Hearing this, Nalan Yanran's pretty face turned deathly pale, her delicate body trembling violently, and she didn't even dare to utter a word.

On the other side, Douluo Continent.

Through the watchdog livestream from Dai Mubai's perspective, everyone on the continent witnessed this scene.

"The... the Heavenly Palace?!"

Tang San stared fixedly at the light screen, his eyes filled with shock. "The white-robed elder who slapped a Dou Ling powerhouse to death and snatched Ning Rongrong away earlier must have been from the Heavenly Palace, right?"

"This man in green robes has an aura countless times more terrifying than that white-robed elder!"

"He can even tear through space; he is absolutely a top-tier powerhouse of that world!"

"And that Master of the Heavenly Palace actually wants to take this Xiao Yan as a disciple?!"

For a moment, a strong sense of jealousy spread rapidly within Tang San's heart.

He and Xiao Yan both started from humble beginnings, so why did Xiao Yan get such a heaven-defying opportunity, being scouted directly by such a supreme existence?

Meanwhile, he was stuck here watching Dai Mubai act like a dog? He didn't even have the luck to enter that world.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi watched the man in green robes, and the teacup in his hand slipped once again.

"Destroying the Misty Cloud Sect, said as if it were nothing..."

"That Misty Cloud Sect has a Dou Huang powerhouse guarding it!"

"Just how unfathomable is the foundation of this Heavenly Palace?"

"Rongrong, although Rongrong is only going to be a servant in one of the subordinate dynasties over there—"

"But if she can bask in even a sliver of the Heavenly Palace's glory, even if it's just what leaks through their fingers."

Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi swallowed hard, his face twisted with madness.

If even a piece of trash like Xiao Yan could ascend to the heavens in a single step.

His daughter, Ning Rongrong, was a genius of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; why couldn't she turn her fate around?

Meanwhile, inside the cage, Dai Mubai watched the Green-Robed Venerable hovering in the air, then looked at the bewildered yet ecstatic Xiao Yan, feeling incredibly miserable.

"Comparing people is enough to make one die of frustration—"

"I am a prince, yet I've become a watchdog."

"This brat is a piece of trash, yet he's become a disciple of the Heavenly Palace?"

"Is there any justice left in this world?!"

Dai Mubai let out a mournful whimper, then lowered his head and took a fierce bite of the bone in his hand.

It was delicious.

At the same time, in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.

In the main hall of the Xiao Clan in Wutan City.

The scene was deathly silent; the Vice Hall Master of the Nine Halls had spoken of annihilating the Misty Cloud Sect as casually as if he were stepping on an ant.

Nalan Yanran was now drained of all color, trembling as she shrank behind Ge Ye.

The sect she took such pride in, the teacher she viewed as her pillar of support, were as fragile as bubbles before this terrifying powerhouse capable of tearing through the void.

As long as the youth once called trash nodded his head, the Misty Cloud Sect, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, would be completely erased from the map of the Jia Ma Empire today!

In an instant, countless gazes converged upon Xiao Yan.

There was envy, and there was jealousy.

There was also the desperate urgency of someone like Dai Mubai, thinking, Agree already! Only a fool wouldn't cling to such a powerful backer.

Xiao Yan stood in the center of the hall, feeling the warm, smooth texture of the Heavenly Palace Token in his hand, then looked up at the Green-Robed Venerable high above.

He took a deep breath, and his tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed.

"Hoo—"

Then, Xiao Yan raised his head. On that handsome, youthful face, there was no imagined ecstasy, nor the arrogance of a small man who had suddenly gained power; instead, there was a moving sense of calm.

He respectfully accepted the token with both hands and bowed deeply to the Vice Hall Master: "Thanks to the great kindness of the Heavenly Palace, this junior, Xiao Yan, is willing to join the Heavenly Palace!"

Hearing this, the hearts of Nalan Yanran and Ge Ye instantly jumped into their throats.

However, Xiao Yan's next words left everyone in the hall stunned.

"However—"

Xiao Yan straightened his back, his gaze burning like a torch as he looked directly at the Vice Hall Master: "As for the matter of annihilating the Misty Cloud Sect, this junior refuses!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was in an uproar!

Ge Ye suddenly looked up, his face filled with disbelief.

Nalan Yanran also widened her beautiful eyes in an instant, as if she had heard something utterly absurd.

Refuse? He actually refused?!

This was the perfect opportunity to kill with a borrowed knife and solve the problem once and for all!

Had he lost his mind?

Even in the eyes of the Vice Hall Master, a flash of surprise appeared, and he asked with interest: "Oh? Why?"

"With me taking action, you could wash away today's humiliation without lifting a finger. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"No, this is not what this junior wants."

After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he turned around, his gaze icy as he looked at Nalan Yanran: "The humiliation of today is because she, Nalan Yanran, looked down on me, Xiao Yan, and looked down on my Xiao Clan."

"If I use the senior's hand to destroy the Misty Cloud Sect, then I, Xiao Yan, will still be that piece of trash who can only rely on others!"

"I will still be looked down upon by her, and by the world!"

"Dignity is not given by others; it is won by one's own hands!"

Having said that, Xiao Yan took a fierce step forward, pointed at Nalan Yanran, and roared word by word: "Nalan Yanran, you listen well!"

"I have the Heavenly Palace as my backer, but I will never let the Heavenly Palace interfere in the grudges between you and me!"

"Three years!"

"Three years from now, I will rely on my own strength to walk up the Misty Cloud Mountain, step by step!"

"When the time comes, I will defeat you fair and square in front of the entire world!"

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully a young man because he is poor!"

Wind Venerable looked at the determined youth before him, fell silent for a moment, and then burst into hearty laughter: "Hahahaha, good! A truly good sentiment—dignity is something one earns through their own strength!"

"You are truly worthy of being the one the Palace Master has set his sights on!"

"If you had agreed to destroy the sect just now, I would have looked down on you. But now—"

Wind Venerable's eyes were filled with admiration: "Xiao Yan, I, the Heavenly Palace, have decided to take you as a disciple!"

"Keep this token safe. Remember, the Heavenly Palace will not interfere with your training, but if some old fossils try to bully the young with their status—"

As he spoke, Wind Venerable cast a cold glance at Ge Ye: "Then the Heavenly Palace shall be your strongest backing!"

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

At Shrek Academy, on the training grounds.

Tang San stared fixedly at the spirited youth in the light screen, the Xuantian Record in his hand having fallen to the ground at some point.

"Is this the 'trash' of that world?"

Tang San muttered to himself, his face pale: "Facing such temptation, facing an opportunity to take revenge in an instant, he actually refused?"

"If it were me—"

Tang San asked himself, if Spirit Hall had offended him and he had a backer capable of wiping them out in an instant, would he refuse?

The answer was no.

He would have borrowed that power without hesitation, used every means necessary to destroy his enemies, and perhaps even used hidden weapons to launch a sneak attack, all while calling it 'all is fair in war.'

"By comparison, my own character has actually lost to a boy with only the third stage of Dou Qi?"

Tang San felt a sense of profound shame.

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin watched Xiao Yan, the admiration in his eyes nearly overflowing: "Good lad! This is the true heart of a powerhouse!"

"Tenacious in spirit, neither humble nor arrogant, and unswayed by external forces."

"If this child does not die, his future achievements will be limitless! That Nalan Yanran is like mud compared to the clouds when placed beside him!"

Ning Fengzhi also let out a long sigh, his expression complex: "The geniuses of our Douluo Continent rely too much on their martial spirits and their backgrounds."

"If Rongrong could have even half of this boy's backbone, I could die without regrets."

"What a pity, what a pity—"

Soon, the scene returned to the Xiao Clan hall.

After the Vice Hall Master's laughter faded, his figure gradually turned translucent, eventually dissipating into specks of green light in the air, leaving behind only one domineering remark: "Three years from now, on Misty Cloud Mountain, I will personally go to hold the line for you!"

"Let's see who dares to touch you!"