Mo Feng raised his massive blood-red blade.
Its edge pointed straight at Xue Ye, who lay collapsed on the ground.
"The imperial bloodline ends today. The Heaven Dou Empire belongs to the Holy Church!"
Chen Xin braced himself on the Seven Kill Sword and shakily forced himself upright.
Agonizing pain spread through his entire body.
"Fengzhi! Burn your blood! Hold nothing back!"
Without hesitation, Ning Fengzhi spat out a mouthful of blood essence onto the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda.
The pagoda shone brilliantly, fine cracks spreading across its surface.
"Uncle Sword! Uncle Bone! Elder Poison! Final strike! Seven Treasures Turn, Glaze!"
Seven-colored streams of light became tangible and entered the foreheads of the three men.
Soul power, strength, speed, defense, attributes.
Every enhancement instantly reached its limit.
Gu Rong let out a wild roar as the phantom of a bone dragon ignited with pale flames around his body.
"Old Poison, stop holding back! Either this monster dies today, or we do!"
Dugu Bo opened his mouth and spat out an emerald poison pellet, his gaze resolute.
"Let's do it! At worst, we die! Having two Title Douluo for company on the road to the underworld wouldn't be a loss! This old man isn't even afraid of death, so why would I fear this demon pretending to be a god?!"
The three charged toward Mo Feng through the sky full of Blood Fiend energy.
Mo Feng's face was full of mockery.
"Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis's arm? You defeated remnants think you can defy fate?"
The massive blood-red blade came crashing down.
Chen Xin gripped his sword with both hands and met the blade head-on.
"A swordsman would rather break than bend! Even if I must perish with you, don't think of stepping past this old man's sword!"