The battle at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect did not last long. The Seven Killings Sword was already a top-tier offensive Martial Soul.
With Ning Fengzhi and Aunt Ye supporting him, Sword Douluo could devote himself entirely to attacking.
With Bone Douluo fighting alongside him, it did not take long for Spirit Hall's four Titled Douluos to begin falling.
By the time Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen arrived, all two thousand of Spirit Hall's Soul Masters had fallen.
Three of the four Titled Douluos had died. The one who escaped had the rotten luck to run straight into Yu Yuanzhen, who killed him on the spot.
"Looks like everything's been taken care of."
Ning Fengzhi smiled as he looked at the unharmed Yu Yuanzhen and Dugu Bo.
"Yes. Four on our side, four on yours. Eight Titled Douluos in total."
"With all of them dead, Spirit Hall has really bled this time."
Yu Yuanzhen frowned as he watched the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples clearing the battlefield.
"Spirit Hall has already made its move. Since they failed to wipe us out this time, there'll certainly be a second attack, and a third."
"Sect Master Ning, have you figured out how to handle the next one?"
Yu Yuanzhen's thoughts at that moment were exactly what Qin Qi had predicted. During this soul hunting operation,
they had sensed a clear threat. To counter that threat, they would have to change.
"I have. When soldiers come, send generals to stop them; when water comes, pile up earth to dam it."
Ning Fengzhi took off his glasses, drew a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped away the dirt on the lenses.
"You old fox, we're grasshoppers tied to the same rope now."
"All that talk about the Upper Three Sects being