Qian Lingche and Yingxiang clashed fiercely in the snowy world. Though their movements were similar, they were not quite the same. The battle changed in an instant, and neither could gain the upper hand.
"First Soul Skill—Angel Assault."
Qian Lingche struck first, summoning countless Ice Cones between his hands and firing them at Yingxiang.
Yingxiang sneered, his figure flashing as he swiftly dodged the Ice Cones.
"Fifth Soul Skill—Ice Explosion." Six balls of icy energy instantly took shape and hurtled toward Qian Lingche.
"Third Soul Skill—Angel Protection."
A shield appeared in an instant, blocking the full force of the icy energy balls' explosions.
However, the blasts still drove him back several steps, scattering the snow and ice beneath his feet.
"Second Soul Skill—Angel Wings!"
Qian Lingche's speed suddenly surged. He flashed behind Yingxiang and thrust the ice sword in his hand toward Yingxiang's back.
But no one knew himself better than he did. Yingxiang reacted with lightning speed, turning and sweeping his ice sword across to clash with Qian Lingche's.
Qian Lingche's gaze turned cold. He blasted Yingxiang away, then quickly retreated.
"Fifth Soul Skill—Extreme Ice Phantom Slash!"
Bibi Dong looked at the two men and spoke gravely. "Gui Mei, Yue Guan, you will lead this operation. Make certain the plan goes off without a hitch."
Once they had dealt with the Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, those unstable factors...
The Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo bowed in unison. "As you command, Your Holiness the Pope."
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo led their forces to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in secret.
They stood on high ground, looking down at the grand yet somewhat desolate clan below. A cold glint flashed in their eyes.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Who would've thought the Young Master would take care of Yu Yuanzhen?"
Ghost Douluo sneered. "With Yu Yuanzhen dead, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has no leader. This is the perfect time to wipe them out for good."
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, his tone laced with amusement. "Indeed. That old Yu Yuanzhen always thought so highly of himself. Who would've guessed he'd meet such an end? At least it saves us some trouble."
Ghost Douluo glanced at the sky and said gravely, "Let's move. We'll take the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in one fell swoop before they realize what's happening."
Chrysanthemum Douluo lightly waved his hand. Dozens of Soul Douluo appeared behind them, each leading a group of men.
He instructed them, "Make it quick. By tonight, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan must vanish from the mainland."
Ghost Douluo swept a cold glance around them. "Yu Yuanzhen is dead. There's no Titled Douluo left to guard the clan. These people are nothing but lambs waiting to be slaughtered."
The Soul Douluo swiftly split up, each leading a squad of elite Soul Masters to attack the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's key positions.
Their goal was clear—to block every escape route. Not a single person would be allowed to leave alive.
The disciples who had remained at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still had no idea their patriarch had fallen. Faced with the sudden attack, they quickly organized a defense.
But every fighter the Spirit Hall had brought this time was at least a Soul Saint. The clan's resistance proved utterly futile.
An elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan recognized the attackers. With an angry shout, he led several disciples toward a Soul Douluo. "Dogs of the Spirit Hall, you'll never set foot in our clan!"
Before he could finish speaking, Chrysanthemum Douluo was already standing before him.
Chrysanthemum Douluo casually swung his Martial Soul, sending the elder flying. He crashed heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chrysanthemum Douluo chuckled, his tone edged with mockery. "With strength like that, you still dare to play the hero?"
Ghost Douluo swept a cold glance around them and said quietly, "Stop wasting time. Finish this quickly."
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's defenses were utterly crushed in a matter of moments.
The clan's buildings collapsed one after another under the bombardment of Soul Skills. Flames soared into the sky, and cries of agony rang without end.
Meanwhile, deep within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, several senior members had gathered to discuss what to do, their faces grave.
An elder gritted his teeth. "The Spirit Hall is taking advantage of our misfortune. This is too much! We can't just sit here and wait to die!"
Another elder sighed, his voice edged with despair. "The patriarch is gone, and there's no Titled Douluo left to guard the clan. How are we supposed to stand against the Spirit Hall's strong fighters?"
Just then, a young disciple rushed in, his voice trembling. "Elders, this is bad! The Spirit Hall has already broken into the inner grounds. Our people... can't hold them back!"
The elders looked at one another, grief and outrage in their eyes. At last, the leading elder gritted his teeth and said, "Pass down the order. All disciples are to leave the clan immediately! As long as we're alive, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still has hope!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Douluo appeared outside the door.
He looked coldly at everyone in the room. "Trying to leave? I'm afraid it's already too late."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice came from nearby, tinged with amusement. "That's right. With such a good opportunity, how could we let you escape?"
Inside the imperial palace of the Star Luo Empire, Dai Yutian slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Outrageous!"
His blow landed with such force that the sturdy rosewood table split beneath his hand. Splinters flew everywhere, and the teacups and documents on the tabletop were shaken loose and scattered across the floor.
The attendants in the hall were so frightened by his sudden fury that they dropped to their knees, not daring to breathe.
Dai Weisi and the minister standing nearby wore grave expressions. They exchanged a glance, knowing exactly why he was so enraged.
Dai Yutian's voice was thick with barely restrained fury. "The Eternal Night Frost Song Hall dared to openly interfere, wiping out tens of thousands of our Star Luo Empire's elite troops, assassinating Sect Master Yu, and destroying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
"Are they trying to shatter the balance of power on the mainland and threaten our Star Luo Empire?"
The Spirit Hall had moved quickly, wiping out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in a single night without letting a single person escape.
Naturally, the blame had landed on the Eternal Night Frost Song Hall, which had killed Yu Yuanzhen.
Dai Weisi stepped forward and said gravely, "Father, their actions are likely a warning to us. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was wiped out as soon as it joined the war."
"And now that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is gone, the Spirit Hall's power will undoubtedly grow even greater. We must make plans soon."
The minister nodded in agreement. "Your Highness, the Spirit Hall and the Eternal Night Frost Song Hall are both ambitious. Now that they've even dared to target the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, they may turn against us next."
Dai Yutian took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger, but the chill in his eyes only deepened.
How could he not understand the risks and benefits? But it was said that a relic left behind by a god lay in the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial palace... He had no choice but to take a risk.