Self-Destruction!

Bang!

After a muffled, thunderous boom, the remaining four Clear Sky Sect disciples witnessed the most unforgettable sight of their lives.

Tang Lie, the Seventh Elder who had once been expected to advance to Titled Douluo, had one arm blasted into a mist of blood by Su Ge's single punch!

His entire body was slammed into the ground, forming a massive crater.

His Soul Power Level had fallen, his aura had weakened considerably, and with the domain that had been suppressing him all along, he looked as though he could no longer hold on.

"Even the Seventh Elder can't withstand this monster?"

One of the Soul Saints swallowed hard, his mouth parched as a bead of cold sweat slid down from his temple.

"What are you afraid of? No matter how strong he is, he's still flesh and blood!"

"If we don't kill him today, we'll be the ones killed!"

"For him to possess such strength, he must be pushing himself to the limit. It can't last long!"

Just as the other three began to waver as well, the severely injured Tang Lie roared angrily, forcibly drawing a breath and steadying their morale.

"Your courage is commendable, but that's the only thing about you worth praising."

Su Ge gave a disdainful smile. No wonder some people believed that the main theme of history was revenge.

Watching enemies who had once stood high above him struggle, beg for mercy, and die beneath his hands—such pleasure was beyond words.

"Heh, I still prefer the way you look when you're unruly and defiant."

"Because only then does killing you bring me pleasure!"

A faint crimson tint had appeared in Su Ge's golden eyes.

It was killing intent accumulated over countless battles.

His figure transformed into an afterimage once more, the red glow in