Yang Wudi, Dead! Slaughter Domain! Fallen Demon Qian Renxue!

"How... how is this possible?"

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

Hadn't victory been within their grasp?

What exactly was going on now?

The drastically transformed "Qian Renxue" released a terrifying blood-red domain.

How could she have gone from a Soul Sage to a Titled Douluo?

Even her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had become that Slaughter Angel, the mere sight of which could cause a mental breakdown!

Qian Sha Yu's scarlet eyes swept across the battlefield.

Within the imperial palace plaza stood the Heaven Dou Imperial Guards, Tang San, Dugu Bo, Yang Wudi, the Golden Sacred Dragon of the Golden Iron Triangle, the Immovable King Zhao Wuji, and Spirit Hall's elite forces.

Outside the palace were the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Shrek Seven Monsters, the Four Single-Attribute Clans, and reinforcements from Heaven Dou's princes and imperial relatives, all rapidly approaching.

"Tsk, there are quite a lot of trash fish."

Qian Sha Yu licked his red lips, a bloodthirsty and cruel curve lifting at the corner of his mouth.

"Today, I'll use the blood of you ants to wash my sword!"

"Y-Young Master?"

Snake Spear Douluo She Long and Porcupinefish Douluo Ci Xue nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets.

The Young Master had changed!

His Martial Soul had changed!

His aura had changed!

Even the way he spoke had become so crazed and domineering!

What was even more outrageous was that

the Young Master, who had originally been a level 72 Soul Sage,

had somehow become a Titled Douluo who made even them tremble with fear in the blink of an eye.

This completely defied common sense!

"What are you standing around for? Kill!" Qian Sha Yu coldly barked. "Anyone who dares take half a step back, I'll be the first to twist off his neck!"

Snake Spear and Porcupinefish trembled from head to toe.

Their minds were a complete mess.

Yet that absolute majesty emanating from the depths of their souls made them both shudder.

So what if he had changed?

Who cared about the reason!

Their Young Master had become stronger—unbelievably strong. That was a good thing!

"As you command, Young Master!"

Porcupinefish Douluo threw back his head and laughed. "Old poison, weren't you acting arrogant just now? Come fight again!"

The resentment he had suppressed for so long erupted into towering fury.

The spikes all over his body flared outward as he roared and charged at Dugu Bo.

Snake Spear Douluo was equally overjoyed.

The Purple Azure Serpent Spear in his hand once again bloomed with a dazzling cold gleam as he lunged toward Tang San and the Shrek powerhouses.

The balance of the entire battlefield had been shattered by Qian Sha Yu's current strength.

Meanwhile, Qian Sha Yu focused on Yang Wudi, who stood closest to him.

Yang Wudi, the Broken Clan's patriarch, a level 82 Soul Douluo.

With his unrivaled offensive Soul-Breaking Spear, he could even exchange blows with an ordinary Titled Douluo.

It was precisely through that desperate, reckless ferocity that he had injured Snake Spear Douluo earlier.

"So you were the one jumping around the most just now, huh?"

Qian Sha Yu glanced sideways at Yang Wudi, his eyes as though he were looking at a lump of rotten meat.

Yang Wudi had been proud and unyielding his entire life. When had he ever endured such contempt?

Although the level 91 pressure radiating from the "Qian Renxue" before him made his entire body tremble,

the true essence of the Soul-Breaking Spear was—charge forward without hesitation, live or die!

"Arrogant!"

"Die, old man!"

Yang Wudi roared, and his eighth soul ring lit up.

"Break!"

His entire body fused with that black Soul-Breaking Spear.

Yang Wudi turned into a streak of black lightning that pierced through the void, thrusting straight at Qian Sha Yu!

This strike contained all the soul power and spear intent he had cultivated throughout his life.

Even an ordinary Titled Douluo would certainly suffer severe injuries if they took it head-on.

At the very least, he had managed to injure Snake Spear Douluo.

"What powerful spear intent!"

Tang San, in the distance, was overjoyed.

As long as Yang Wudi could hold him off for a moment, their side could quickly deal with She Long and Ci Xue.

Qian Sha Yu himself merely sneered.

"Unparalleled Soul-Breaking?"

His scarlet eyes revealed only disdain and mockery.

"Before absolute power, this self-destructive style of yours that disregards defense is nothing more than a clown rolling around."

Blood rolled and condensed in Qian Sha Yu's hand, forming a blood-red longsword.

He lightly swung it toward the incoming Soul-Breaking Spear.

Blood Slaughter Slash!

Silent Slaughter Sword Pressure!

"Buzz!"

An utterly pure blood-red sword aura, so dense it seemed tangible, slashed forth.

It was as though only that cold streak of blood remained between heaven and earth.

"Crack!"

A crisp shattering sound rang out!

Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear intent, of which he had been so proud and which he claimed could pierce through anything,

collapsed the instant it touched the blood-red sword aura!

"What?!"

Yang Wudi's eyes widened, filled with boundless horror.

He only felt an irresistible, overwhelming killing intent instantly pour into his body—his meridians, bones, internal organs...

The tyrannical blood-red sword pressure was crushing everything within him!

The residual force of the violent blood-red sword pressure did not diminish as it viciously slammed into Yang Wudi's chest.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed wildly from Yang Wudi's mouth, mixed with fragments of shattered organs.

His entire body was sent flying.

"Snap!"

The Soul-Breaking Spear in his grasp broke in response.

Both his arms exploded into two clouds of bloody mist in midair.

Just one strike!

Yang Wudi, whose Soul-Breaking Spear was said to be able to challenge Titled Douluo, had both hands crippled and every bone in his body fractured.

He lay collapsed at the bottom of a huge crater, unable to move even a finger.

"How... how is this possible?"

The most shocked person was not anyone on Tang San's side, but Snake Spear Douluo.

She Long stared wide-eyed.

He had personally clashed head-on with Yang Wudi just moments ago.

No one understood better than him how terrifying that old madman's spear intent was.

When he had been careless, they had fought evenly, and he had even suffered a minor loss.

Yet the Young Master... the current Qian Renxue had crippled Yang Wudi with a single blood sword!

"Elder Yang!!!"

Tang San's eyes split with fury as a heaven-shaking storm surged through his heart!

He had no time to consider why "Qian Renxue" had suddenly become so powerful.

Yang Wudi absolutely could not die!

The Broken Clan was the core of the future Tang Sect combat strength he had planned.

Yang Wudi was also meant to become an elder of the Tang Sect he would establish. He absolutely could not die here!

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track Step!

Tang San shot frantically toward the bottom of the crater.

At the same time, countless Blue Silver Emperor vines burst forth, trying to forcibly drag Yang Wudi back into their formation.

But to his despair, Qian Renxue raised the blood sword again.

"Qian Renxue!" Tang San roared furiously. "Stop right now!!!"

Qian Sha Yu slowly turned his head. Looking at Tang San pouncing toward him, an utterly sinister and cruel smile curved across his lips.

"Stop?"

"Heh, are you telling me what to do?"

Bloodlust rapidly condensed in his hand, forming a massive blood sword forty meters long.

Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down at Yang Wudi deep within the ruins.

Annihilating Angel Slash!

A gigantic crescent-shaped arc of blood shot forth!

"No!!!"

Tang San's eyes reddened as he desperately drove his soul power in an attempt to stop it.

"Slash!"

The blood light flashed.

The Blue Silver vines Tang San had shot out were effortlessly severed!

He could not stop Qian Sha Yu's attack.

In an instant, Yang Wudi's head, his eyes still open in death, flew high into the air, trailing blood that gushed like a fountain.

Yang Wudi, patriarch of the Broken Clan—dead!

An instantaneous kill without the slightest suspense!

[ Ding! Detected that the host has killed Yang Wudi. The fate of character Yang Wudi has changed. Reward issued: Slaughter Domain, Full-State Recovery! ]

"Elder Yang!!!"

Tang San abruptly stopped.

He fell to his knees before Yang Wudi's corpse, completely stunned.

Slowly, he raised his head and fixed Qian Sha Yu with a deathly glare, the hatred and fury in his eyes nearly overflowing.

"Qian Renxue! You actually killed him!"

"You've actually become so cruel and bloodthirsty!"

"You used to be deeply scheming, but at least you still possessed the light of a holy angel."

"Now, you're nothing more than a complete and utter demon!"

"With methods this vicious, are you worthy of your Angel Martial Soul?!"

Tang San denounced Qian Renxue with righteous condemnation after righteous condemnation.

Qian Sha Yu was immediately amused.

"Hahaha!" He threw back his head and laughed, his voice wild and icy. "Tang San, you're really killing me!"

He walked toward Tang San step by step.

"You hypocritical piece of trash."

"When you led people to lay down a heavenly net, intending to slaughter Spirit Hall's elite forces to the last man, why didn't you call yourself cruel?"

"How many people did Dugu Bo's poison kill? Why didn't you say his methods were vicious?"

"You're allowed to gang up and kill others, but I'm not allowed to kill you bastards? Is that what you call justice?"

With every step Qian Sha Yu took,

a blood-red lotus of slaughter bloomed beneath his feet.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black!

Nine pitch-black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings appeared, shocking everyone present.

"More importantly, you're cursing Qian Renxue. What does that have to do with me, Qian Sha Yu?!"

"Crack!"

The blue bricks beneath Tang San's feet shattered.

His entire body was pressed firmly against the ground by that terrifying pressure.

His knees shook violently, and even standing had become extraordinarily difficult!

"Hypocrite, weren't you quite the talker just now?"

Qian Sha Yu looked down at Tang San from above, his eyes as though he were staring at a stray dog waiting to be slaughtered.

"Bark twice more for me?"

In the distance, Dugu Bo, Zhao Wuji, and everyone from the Golden Iron Triangle were all stunned by Qian Sha Yu's nine black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

Snake Spear Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo exchanged a glance, their fervor and worship beyond words.

This was the young master!

This was Spirit Hall's true peerless prodigy!

Who cared about Tang San or Shrek?

Before absolute power, they were all fucking lambs awaiting slaughter!

A massive blood-red sword radiating endless resentment and overwhelming murderous aura condensed out of thin air in Qian Sha Yu's hand, its tip aimed directly at Tang San's throat.

"Tang San, you ruined twenty years of her hard work and drove her to a dead end."

"By rights, I should thank you."

"Tell me, how many pieces should I chop you into before she can vent her anger?"

Blood-red sword aura spread through the air, and the shadow of death completely engulfed Tang San!