Fallen Domain, Fallen Demon Sword!

The encirclement closed completely.

Without Tang Xiao desperately holding them off, the two elders, already like startled birds, were utterly reduced to fish on the chopping block.

The Third Elder and Seventh Elder had nowhere left to retreat.

The overwhelming presence of four Titled Douluo was like four towering mountains, pinning them firmly in place.

Even fleeing had become a distant and unattainable hope.

Qian Sha Yu held the dripping Slaughter Blood Sword.

He stepped over severed limbs scattered across the ground, his military boots sinking into sticky pools of blood and producing a chilling, wet sound.

He advanced step by step.

The enormous phantom of the Twelve-Winged Fallen Slaughter Angel cast a heavy shadow of death from the sky.

The two elders shrank back in disarray.

The pride they had once possessed as high-ranking members of the world's number one sect had long been crushed into dust by fear.

Their eyes were filled with madness and despair.

"Qian Renxue!"

Knowing he was certain to die today, the Third Elder simply tore his throat raw as he cursed.

"You are so ruthless that you won't even leave us half a chance to live!"

"You butcher!"

"You'll die a miserable death!"

The Seventh Elder also looked utterly deranged, his graying hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood.

He roared through gritted teeth.

"My Clear Sky Sect has endured for a thousand years. Its foundations are beyond anything you could possibly comprehend!"

"You may kill us today, but one day the sect will raze the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace to the ground!"

"The Clear Sky Sect will make you pay your blood debt in blood!"

The barking of defeated dogs echoed across the empty ruins.

Qian Sha Yu did not even furrow his brow.

His scarlet double pupils carried the