The Thunder Sect's Demise, Star Luo's Scheme

Qian Lingche and Yingxiang clashed fiercely within the world of ice and snow. Although their movements were similar, they were not entirely identical; the battle shifted in the blink of an eye, making it difficult to determine who held the advantage.

"First Spirit Skill—Angel Assault."

Qian Lingche struck first, his hands condensing countless ice spikes that shot toward Yingxiang.

Yingxiang sneered, his figure flickering as he swiftly evaded the barrage of ice spikes.

"Fifth Spirit Skill—Ice Explosion." Six spheres of ice energy condensed in an instant, roaring toward Qian Lingche.

"Third Spirit Skill—Angel Protection."

The instantly manifested shield completely blocked the residual shockwaves from the explosion of the ice energy spheres.

However, the impact of the blast still forced him back several steps, the ice and snow beneath his feet shattering and scattering in all directions.

"Second Spirit Skill—Angel Wings!"

Qian Lingche's speed surged abruptly. His figure flashed, appearing behind Yingxiang, and the ice sword in his hand thrust directly toward Yingxiang's heart.

But of course, one knows oneself best; Yingxiang's reaction was lightning-fast. He spun around, sweeping his own ice sword horizontally to collide with Qian Lingche's blade.

Qian Lingche's eyes turned cold as he blasted Yingxiang away and retreated rapidly.

"Fifth Spirit Skill—Extreme Ice Phantom Slash!"

Bibi Dong looked at the two of them and spoke sternly: "Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, you two will lead the team for this operation. Ensure the plan is foolproof."

Once the Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect—those unstable factors—were dealt with...

Upon hearing this, the two Douluo bowed in unison: "As you command, Your Majesty the Pope."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo arrived quietly at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect with their men.

They stood on a high ridge, overlooking the magnificent yet somewhat desolate sect below, a cold glint flashing in their eyes.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "I truly didn't expect the Young Master to have already finished off Yu Yuanzhen."

Ghost Douluo sneered: "With Yu Yuanzhen dead, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect is a dragon without a head. This is the perfect time to eradicate them completely."

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, his tone carrying a hint of mockery: "Indeed. That old fellow Yu Yuanzhen always thought so highly of himself; who would have thought he would end up like this? Still, it saves us quite a bit of trouble."

Ghost Douluo checked the sky and said in a deep voice: "Let's move. Before they can react, we shall take the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect in one fell swoop."

Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hand gently, and dozens of Spirit Douluo appeared behind them with their subordinates.

He instructed: "Be quick about it. Tonight, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect must vanish from the continent entirely."

Ghost Douluo swept a cold gaze over the surroundings: "Yu Yuanzhen is dead, and there is no Titled Douluo left to guard the sect. These people are nothing more than lambs for the slaughter."

The Spirit Douluo dispersed rapidly, each leading a team of elite spirit masters to launch attacks on the various key strongholds of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

Their goal was clear: block every exit. Not a single person was to leave alive.

The disciples remaining within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect did not yet know their Sect Master had fallen. Faced with the sudden assault, they scrambled to organize a defense.

But everyone Spirit Hall had sent was a powerhouse at the Spirit Saint level or above; their resistance appeared utterly futile.

An elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect recognized the intruders and roared, charging toward a Spirit Douluo with several disciples: "Spirit Hall dogs, don't even think about stepping half a foot into our sect!"

However, before his voice had even faded, Chrysanthemum Douluo's figure appeared before him.

Chrysanthemum Douluo flicked his spirit weapon lightly, instantly sending the elder flying. He crashed heavily to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Chrysanthemum Douluo chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm: "With only this much strength, you dare to play the hero?"

Ghost Douluo swept a cold glance around and whispered: "Don't waste time. Finish this quickly."

The defense line of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was completely shattered in a matter of moments.

Buildings within the sect collapsed one after another under the bombardment of spirit skills, flames soared into the sky, and wails echoed incessantly.

Meanwhile, deep within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, several high-ranking members were gathered together, discussing countermeasures with grave expressions.

One elder gritted his teeth and said: "Spirit Hall is taking advantage of our misfortune; this is bullying us too far! We cannot just sit here and wait for death!"

Another elder sighed, his tone filled with despair: "The Sect Master is gone, and there is no Titled Douluo to hold the fort. What do we have to resist the powerhouses of Spirit Hall?"

Just then, a young disciple rushed in, shouting with a trembling voice: "Elder, it's bad! The people from Spirit Hall have breached the core area, and our men... they can't hold them back!"

The elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with grief and indignation. Finally, the lead elder gritted his teeth and said: "Pass the order down! All disciples are to evacuate the sect immediately! As long as we are alive, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect still has hope!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Ghost Douluo's figure appeared outside the door.

He looked at the people in the room coldly: "Want to leave? I'm afraid it's already too late."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice came from the side, carrying a hint of mockery: "Indeed. Such a good opportunity—how could we let you escape?"

Inside the imperial palace of the Star Luo Empire, Dai Yutian slammed his hand onto the table and roared: "Insolence!"

The force of his palm was immense; the sturdy sandalwood table split instantly beneath his hand, wood splinters flying everywhere, while the teacups and documents on the surface were shaken into disarray and scattered across the floor.

The attendants in the hall were so terrified by this sudden outburst of rage that they knelt on the ground, not daring to let out a single breath.

Standing to the side, Dai Weisi and the ministers wore grave expressions, exchanging glances as they understood the reason for his immense fury.

Dai Yutian's voice carried an irrepressible rage: "The Eternal Night Frost Song Hall dares to openly intervene, wiping out tens of thousands of our Star Luo elites, assassinating Sect Master Yu, and destroying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

"Are they trying to completely shatter the balance of the continent and show off their power to our Star Luo Empire!"

Because Spirit Hall had acted with such speed, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had been completely annihilated in a single night, with not a single soul escaping.

The blame was thus logically pinned on the Eternal Night Frost Song Hall, who had killed Yu Yuanzhen.

Dai Weisi stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Father, their actions are likely a warning to us; the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was wiped out the moment they joined the war."

"Furthermore, with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect gone, Spirit Hall's influence will undoubtedly swell even further. We must make preparations early."

The minister nodded in agreement: "Your Highness, Spirit Hall and the Eternal Night Frost Song Hall are filled with ambition. Now that they even dare to strike at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, I fear they will target us next."

Dai Yutian took a deep breath, struggling to calm the fire in his heart, yet the coldness in his eyes grew only more intense.

How could he not know the pros and cons of this? But it was said that the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial palace held a relic left behind by a god... he had no choice but to take the risk.