Tuosen's Single Finger Instantly Kills a Titled Douluo!

The sky here was an eerie dark red, devoid of clouds, with only layers of thick, roiling blood mist.

The ground was not soil, but an endless expanse of viscous sea of blood.

The air was saturated with a scent of rust and gore so intense it was nauseating.

Tang Xiao stood upon a protruding, dark-red reef.

He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

The gravity here was absurdly heavy.

Tang Xiao felt as though his body had been filled with mercury; every step he took required the consumption of a massive amount of Soul Power.

What terrified him even more was this:

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, known as the number one tool spirit under heaven, was currently trembling slightly.

This was not the resonance of a tool spirit.

This was submission—a fear originating from the very depths of the spirit's essence.

"What kind of hellish place is this!"

Tang Xiao gritted his teeth, his bones creaking under the immense pressure.

He scanned his surroundings, but the sea of blood remained calm, without a single ripple.

Yet, a sense of crisis, like needles pricking his back, made the hair all over his body stand on end.

Clear Sky Sect.

The elders remaining behind saw that their Sect Master was in a precarious situation and all gathered nervously before the Sky Screen.

The Second Elder leaned on his cane, his hand trembling incessantly.

"Such terrifying baleful energy."

The Second Elder swallowed hard.

"Even through the Sky Screen, I can feel that some peerless, ferocious entity is hidden within that sea of blood."

"Sect Master, you must be careful."

No sooner had he spoken than the sea of blood in the image suddenly stirred.

The previously calm surface began to rotate rapidly at its center.

A massive vortex appeared out of thin air.

The blood churned, emitting a deafening roar, as if some ancient behemoth were awakening.

Tang Xiao immediately held the Clear Sky Hammer horizontally across his chest, nine soul rings pulsing rapidly beneath his feet, ready to unleash his strongest strike at any moment.

"Glug, glug..."

At the center of the vortex in the sea of blood.

A thick, dark-red stone pillar slowly rose from the depths.

No, that was not a stone pillar.

When it fully emerged from the sea, everyone finally saw it clearly.

It was a finger.

A massive finger, a hundred zhang long, covered in blood-colored scales and ancient runes!

Following that, a giant palm, vast as a mountain, gripped the edge of the vortex.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous crash, blood splashed everywhere.

A figure so immense it defied description rose from the sea of blood.

A figure so immense it defied description rose from the sea of blood.

It was the phantom of an ancient beast covered in barbs, blotting out the sun and sky, radiating a monstrous ferocity that induced despair.

And at the center of the beast's brow sat a withered, gaunt Blood-Robed Elder, legs crossed.

The aura emanating from the elder was as unfathomable as the abyss.

This pressure far surpassed any cultivator the people of the Douluo Continent had ever encountered before.

It transcended the Nascent Transformation, transcended the Ascending Peak, and reached a terrifying level that made the very laws of heaven and earth tremble!

The elder lowered his head slightly, casting a cold glance at Tang Xiao, who stood on the reef like a man facing his final battle.

That look of disdain was as if he were observing a slightly larger speck of dust.

"Where did this mortal ant come from, daring to trespass into the Forbidden Land of Ancient Gods?" The elder's voice was hoarse, permeated with an unquestionable majesty.

Tang Xiao gritted his teeth, his Soul Power burning wildly as he swung the Clear Sky Hammer, intending to make one final, desperate stand.

But the elder merely raised a hand, quite casually.

That massive, blood-colored beast hand descended like a shroud, crushing the very space around it into shards.

Tang Xiao's nine soul rings did not even have time to flicker before he, along with his world-renowned Clear Sky Hammer, was snatched into the palm of that giant hand.

The immense pressure dislocated every bone in his body, his internal organs hemorrhaged, and he could not even let out a scream.

"Take him to the Master; perhaps we can extract some essence blood," the Blood-Robed Elder muttered to himself. He then steered the phantom of the beast, clutching Tang Xiao as he dove deep into the Sea of Blood.

Tang Xiao was held in the palm, his ears filled with the deafening roar of churning blood.

He did not know how deep they had descended.

The view ahead suddenly opened up.

The bottom of the Sea of Blood was forcibly partitioned by a translucent, blood-colored light barrier. Not a single drop of blood could penetrate below, forming a vast, boundless underground plaza.

The elder passed through the light barrier and retracted the massive beast phantom, returning to his normal size.

With a casual flick, he tossed Tang Xiao onto the hard black stone floor like trash.

Tang Xiao gasped for air, fighting through the agonizing pain of his shattered body as he struggled to lift his head and survey his surroundings.

The sight before him made the iron-willed man of the Clear Sky Sect feel his scalp go numb.

In the center of the plaza stood a massive throne, carved from the skull of an unknown star-spanning beast.

A man sat upon the throne.

His physique was no different from a normal human's; he possessed no exaggerated, mountain-sized manifestation.

The man's demonic red hair hung loose, and his skin was a pale shade of someone who had not seen the sun for ages.

His features were as exquisite as if carved by a blade, exuding an indescribable, wicked beauty.

He leaned against the wide back of the chair, one hand propping up his head, his eyes half-closed. A defiant, mocking smirk hung on his lips, as if the rules of this world were beneath his notice.

He was the truly terrifying existence of this Land of Ancient Gods: Tuosen!

Yet, this defiant, wickedly beautiful red-haired youth was currently a prisoner.

Eight ancient, dark-gold chains, each as thick as a water barrel, pierced his limbs, shoulder blades, and neck.

The chains were covered in complex, profound runes, flickering with a light that suppressed all things, their other ends embedded firmly into eight towering stone pillars surrounding the plaza.

And around the plaza, beneath the stone pillars, sat hundreds of cultivators, all cross-legged in dense rows.

These people were of all ages and wore a variety of garments, clearly cultivators who had wandered into the Land of Ancient Gods over countless ages.

Without exception, the aura radiating from every one of them was no weaker than that of the Blood-Robed Elder who had brought Tang Xiao down!

Peerless powerhouses who had surpassed the Ascending Peak!

In the outside world, were they not all ancestor-level figures who shook the star domains and commanded the worship of billions?

Yet now, these powerhouses were like toothless hounds or the most humble laborers, their faces numb and crazed as they poured the mana they had cultivated their entire lives into those dark-gold chains without pause.

Their minds had been enslaved by Tuosen's overwhelming power, turning them into living tools to wear down the restrictions and unlock his chains.

Douluo Continent, Clear Sky Sect.

The Second Elder's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the cold snow, not even bothering to retrieve the staff that had rolled away.

"Those people... those old immortals sitting on the ground..." The Second Elder's lips trembled, his entire being appearing to have lost his mind.

"The aura of every single one of them is stronger than that white-haired sword cultivator who killed the Infant Transformation Stage monster with a single strike!"

The entire Douluo Continent fell into a state of utter madness and terror.

Any one of those existences who had surpassed the Ascending Peak could flip the Douluo Continent and the God Realm over together.

Yet here, there were hundreds of them!

What was even more chilling was that these hundreds of supreme powerhouses were only fit to be laborers here?

They were enslaved and ordered about like dogs by that handsome youth sitting on the throne, bound by iron chains!

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong watched the wickedly beautiful man propping his head with one hand, her breathing coming to a halt.

"What kind of monster is he..."

Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of despair.

"Even imprisoned here, he can easily suppress hundreds of powerhouses who have surpassed the Ascending Peak, making them willingly sell their lives for him."

"This level of existence is completely beyond our range of understanding."

On the underground plaza.

The Blood-Robed Elder who had brought Tang Xiao down retracted all his pressure the moment he landed.

He knelt respectfully on the ground, not even daring to raise his head, his voice humble to the extreme.

"Master, this old servant was patrolling the Sea of Blood above and captured an ant that had strayed in. I have brought it here specifically to offer to you."

On the throne.

Tuosen slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were like two bottomless springs of blood, carrying an indifference that viewed all living things as mere straw dogs.

He did not even have the interest to sit upright, remaining with his head propped on one hand, his gaze sweeping lazily over Tang Xiao on the ground.

Just one glance.

Tang Xiao felt as if thousands of thunderbolts had detonated in his mind simultaneously.

The peak ninety-seventh-level Soul Power within his body collapsed and disintegrated in that instant.

His martial soul was forcibly suppressed back into his body, and he felt as if his very marrow had been drained, leaving him slumped on the ground like a pile of mud, stripped even of the right to breathe.

Tuosen yawned, a cold, disinterested sneer curling his dark red lips.

"A piece of trash without even a shred of cultivation; you aren't even worth the effort of getting stuck between my teeth."

Tuosen's voice echoed through the empty plaza, carrying a wild arrogance that brooked no defiance.

"Drag him away and throw him directly into the Blood Dissolving Array. Drain the mortal blood from his body; it might barely suffice to add a trace of filth to this barrier."

The Blood-Robed Elder kowtowed in haste to accept the order.

He turned around, hoisted Tang Xiao up like a chick, and prepared to carry out Tuosen's command.

The sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, a man of his generation, had not even managed to utter a single word before being reduced to a drop of filthy blood for a formation.

The Blood-Robed Elder held Tang Xiao by the collar, dragging him like a dead dog as he strode toward the Blood Dissolving Array at the edge of the plaza.

Tang Xiao's body was dragged across the black stone floor, leaving behind a shocking trail of blood.

Most of his bones were shattered, and his internal organs were hemorrhaging.

Yet, as the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, the pride in his bones—the pride that would rather break than bend—made it impossible for him to accept being reduced to a drop of filthy blood in someone else's formation in such a humiliating manner.

"I, Tang Xiao..."

Tang Xiao bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, a thick, metallic scent of blood rushing to his brain.

Relying on this piercing pain, he forcibly squeezed out the very last drop of his life's potential.

"Even if I die, I will never bow my head to the executioner!"

Accompanied by a hoarse, suppressed roar, a blinding black light erupted from Tang Xiao's body.

The Clear Sky Hammer, already showing cracks on its surface, was forcibly summoned once more.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine soul rings appeared around him simultaneously.

Without a moment's hesitation, Tang Xiao unleashed the most tragic and domineering trump card of the Clear Sky Sect.

Great Sumeru Hammer, Ring Detonation!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The nine soul rings shattered in unison, transforming into a violent, peerless surge of pure energy that flooded madly into the Clear Sky Hammer.

Tang Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles in his arms burst open as they struggled to withstand the force.

He gripped the ten-thousand-jin hammer with both hands, pouring the last of his strength into a vicious strike aimed at the back of the Blood-Robed Elder walking ahead.

This strike carried the full dignity of the Clear Sky Sect master and the resolve of a peak powerhouse of the Douluo Continent.

The hammer whistled through the air, creating a sharp sonic boom.

Yet, facing this suicidal strike capable of leveling a mountain on the Douluo Continent, the Blood-Robed Elder did not even turn his head.

He stopped in his tracks and sighed with some impatience.

"Noisy insect."

The elder raised his right hand casually, his withered index finger tapping lightly against the massive black hammer descending behind him.

He used no heaven-destroying divine ability, nor did he mobilize the ancient divine baleful qi in the surroundings.

He relied solely on the foundation of his pure cultivation, which had already surpassed the Ascending Peak realm.

The fingertip and the hammerhead collided in mid-air without warning.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There was no shockwave generated by the collision of two forces.

Under the fingertip of the Blood-Robed Elder, the Clear Sky Hammer—reputed to be the number one tool martial soul in the world—was like snow meeting the scorching sun.

Starting from the hammerhead, it silently disintegrated into powder.

Black iron dust drifted away in the air.

Next came the hammer handle.

That destructive force surged along the handle and instantly flooded into Tang Xiao's arms.

Tang Xiao's eyes widened, the final traces of struggle and madness in his gaze freezing solid in that very moment.

He did not even have time to feel pain.

His arms, torso, legs, and even his head disintegrated inch by inch within half a breath's time.

Not a single drop of blood or a shard of bone remained.

A generation's Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, a peak ninety-seventh-level Douluo.

Just like that, under the casual flick of the Blood-Robed Elder's finger, he was completely wiped from existence, his very soul crushed into nothingness.

The elder withdrew his finger and brushed a speck of dust from his sleeve as if he had done something utterly trivial, then walked back to the edge of the plaza and sat down cross-legged.

On the throne, Tuosen had not even opened his eyes once.

Outside the Sky Screen, the Douluo Continent was deathly silent.

At the summit of the Clear Sky Sect, the wind and snow continued to rage.

Outside the main gate.

The Second Elder watched the scene on the light screen where Tang Xiao turned into dust, a meaningless, rattling sound escaping his throat.

The cane in his hand dropped heavily into the snow.

The hot-tempered old man's knees went weak, and he collapsed straight onto the ground, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Sect Master..."

The cry of grief echoed through the frozen valley.

At the same time, on the other two screens of the Sky Screen, a fierce gust of wind howled across the vast, white snowfield.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo, frozen into ice sculptures by Red Butterfly, began to develop dense cracks across their surfaces under the erosion of the wind and snow.

With a "clatter," the two lifelike ice sculptures, along with the peak Douluos inside them, shattered into ice shards that scattered across the ground, merging with the surrounding snow.

Inside the Pope Palace of Spirit Hall, the elder priests were ashen-faced, having forgotten even how to breathe.

Three powerhouses who stood at the very pinnacle of the Douluo Continent.

From the moment they were teleported in to the moment they perished, less than half an incense stick of time had passed in total.

The disparity was so vast that it could no longer be called a battle; it was a one-sided purge.

The three screens on the Sky Screen turned greyish-white simultaneously as the three men vanished into dust.

Then, the three screens slowly merged, transforming back into that massive light screen that blotted out the sky.

Dark red light churned across the horizon, resembling the maw of an abyss that could never be filled.

That grand voice rang out once more, right on time, in the minds of every living creature across the entire continent.

[The sixth batch of explorers has been completely annihilated.]