Black Tiger Sect Refused to Accept Defeat? Male Lion Douluo Forcefully Killed Its Leader! Light Feather Teased: An Expert at Crushing Soft Persimmons!

A moment later, the light faded.

Yu Shenglong knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. The Soul Power within him had been completely depleted, and he could barely even stand.

Across from him, although Lan Xuan had neutralized the attack, his face was as pale as paper.

His body swayed violently, and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Lan Xuan looked at his trembling hands and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"I'm old... I really am old.

My Soul Power may still remain, but the vitality of this body can no longer keep up with its circulation.

Brother Shenglong, I lost this round."

Yu Shenglong forced himself to his feet and cupped his fists toward Lan Xuan, speaking with sincere admiration.

"Brother Lan, you let me win.

If not for your weakened vitality, had we continued a little longer, I would definitely have been the one to lose.

The Blue Silver King Martial Soul truly lived up to its reputation!"

Seeing this, Male Lion Douluo immediately announced in a loud voice.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan wins this battle!

Thus, the rankings of the Upper Three Sects have been decided:

First, Clear Sky Sect!

Second, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Third, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Within the Ranking Screen.

As the matter of the Upper Three Sects was settled, the previously oppressive and stifling atmosphere was instantly ignited.

The lesser branch sects without a Title Douluo overseeing them all rubbed their hands together, their eyes filled with fervor.

"We cannot compete for the Upper Three Sects, but we all have a chance at the Lower Four Sects!"

"That's right! One of the Lower Four Sects' positions will surely belong to our sect today!"

On the arena, the battle instantly reached a fever pitch.

Every sect went all out in their fight for a position.

One round featured a duel between the Black Tiger Sect Master and an elder of the Wind Sword Sect.

The two had long harbored grievances against each other. After merely dozens of exchanges, they were fighting with genuine fury.

The Black Tiger Sect Master's eyes were bloodshot as Soul Power surged throughout his body. With a sinister grin, he launched a Black Tiger Claw at his opponent's vital point.

"Old Wind, die!

The top position among the Lower Four Sects belongs to my Black Tiger Sect!"

The Wind Sword Sect elder was already at the end of his strength and had no power to evade. He could only close his eyes in despair.

At that critical moment, an angry shout exploded above the arena like thunder.

"Presumptuous!

Stop right there!"

Violent Soul Power fluctuations instantly swept across the entire venue.

Male Lion Douluo moved like lightning, appearing between the two in an instant. The mere overflow of his Soul Power blasted the Black Tiger Sect Master dozens of steps back.

After steadying himself, the Black Tiger Sect Master glared at Male Lion Douluo with an ugly expression and gritted his teeth.

"Male Lion Douluo, this is a Sect Ranking Battle. Life and death are left to fate!

What right does your Wuhun Hall have to interfere?

Are you trying to favor the Wind Sword Sect?"

Male Lion Douluo's face darkened as though water could drip from it. He said coldly.

"I am the presiding official of this battle.

The ranking battle is meant for sparring and determining sect rankings, not for you to settle personal grudges and destroy another's legacy! What do you take the rules of Wuhun Hall for, attempting to kill someone?"

The Black Tiger Sect Master snorted and shouted defiantly.

"Rules?

The biggest fist makes the rules!

I won today. If I want to kill, I kill. Isn't your Wuhun Hall meddling too much?"

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

Representatives from countless sects sucked in cold breaths.

They secretly cursed the Black Tiger Sect Master for losing his mind, daring to openly defy a level ninety-six Super Douluo.

Male Lion Douluo laughed in extreme anger, undisguised killing intent flickering in his eyes.

"What a fine claim that the biggest fist makes the rules.

Since you boast that your fist is hard enough, then use your life to establish a rule for this ranking battle!"

Before his words had even faded, the Blazing Lion Martial Soul behind Male Lion Douluo let out an earth-shaking roar.

He did not even use a Soul Skill. He merely pressed his right hand through the air.

Surging crimson Soul Power, vast as a mountain-toppling tsunami, transformed into a gigantic lion claw and slammed down.

"Boom—!!"

With a deafening explosion, the Black Tiger Sect Master did not even have time to scream.

He was instantly obliterated by that terrifying force, reduced to dust across the ground.

Male Lion Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, his violent pressure sweeping across the entire venue. His voice was ice-cold to the bone.

"Who else has objections to the rules I have set?"

The people below the stage trembled in fear. Not a single person dared raise their head to meet his gaze.

This thunderous display of killing a chicken to warn the monkeys undoubtedly became the defining scene of Wuhun Hall displaying its iron-blooded methods throughout the entire ranking battle.

Wuhun Hall, Consecration Hall.

Watching Male Lion Douluo's imposing, one-strike kill on the Ranking Screen, Light Feather Douluo could not help bursting into laughter.

"Hahahaha!

Fourth Brother, look at how impressive you were back then!

One slap, and not even bone fragments remained. You truly deserved to be Fourth Brother of our Consecration Hall!"

Demon Subduing Douluo also leaned over with a teasing expression and patted Male Lion Douluo on the shoulder.

"Impressive, indeed.

But Fourth Brother, why does it seem so strange when the Ranking Screen puts these scenes together?"

Qianjun Douluo leisurely twisted the knife from the side.

"How could it not be strange?

Just moments ago, when facing Tang Chen, Fourth Brother was pressured until his bones creaked. He did not dare let out a peep and obediently admitted defeat.

Then, moments later, facing a mere Soul Douluo, Fourth Brother slapped him down and shouted, 'The biggest fist makes the rules.'

That contrast... tsk, tsk."

"You two brats, get lost!"

Male Lion Douluo's face flushed red. He shook his head with a helpless bitter smile.

"If I hadn't acted back then, where would Wuhun Hall's dignity have been?

Who could have imagined that the Ranking Screen would arrange things like this, playing those two scenes together and making me look like a petty villain who bullied the weak and feared the strong?"

Azure Luan Douluo smiled faintly and consoled him.

"Fourth Brother, do not be angry.

Everyone knew what kind of strength Tang Chen possessed. Avoiding his edge was the wise choice.

As for that Black Tiger Sect Master, he provoked Wuhun Hall's dignity. Killing him was no great matter.

The Ranking Screen's actions have even helped publicize the Consecration Hall's thunderous methods."

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes as well, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Lion, you handled that battle very appropriately.

Dignity is something that must be fought for.

As for the comparison on the Ranking Screen, it is merely material for later generations to discuss over tea. Do not take it to heart."

Male Lion Douluo sighed. Looking at his own arrogant image on the Ranking Screen, he rubbed his nose with a bitter smile.

"Grand Consecrator, I understand all that.

But when I think about how, once this Ranking Screen finishes playing, everyone across the continent will think that I, Lion, am an expert at 'crushing soft persimmons',

this old face of mine will have nowhere to hide..."

Within the Ranking Screen.

Following the Black Tiger Sect Master's death, the remaining sects no longer dared harbor the slightest hope of getting away with anything. They obediently completed the remaining matches according to the rules.

Several days later, the structure of the seven great sects was completely finalized.

The images on the Ranking Screen gradually faded, ultimately turning into a line of golden words.

[The Sect Ranking Battle of old came to an end.]

[Upper Three Sects: First, Clear Sky Sect; second, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; third, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.]

[Lower Four Sects: White Tiger Sect, Wind Sword Sect, Elephant Armor Sect, Fire Leopard Sect.]