Angel Legion Descends, Ninth Soul Skill: Angel's Breath!

Ninth Soul Skill: Angel's Breath!

The night was as dark as ink, stars scattered across the sky. A cold wind brushed Qian Daoliu's cheeks as he slowly spoke several words.

Qian Daoliu stood high above the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Nine soul rings rose beneath his feet in succession: black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red!

The Six-Winged Angel condensed behind him. The compassionate angel stood several hundred meters tall, its enormous six wings fully spread across a thousand meters.

A whistle-like sound rang through the night sky, claiming the lives of many Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciples still lost in sleep.

"Is this Father's strength?" Qian Xunji said as he looked at Qian Daoliu, the most conspicuous figure in the sky, radiant as a blazing sun.

Even though their enemy was not their Grand Consecrator, Qian Daoliu, merely watching him from afar made them feel immense pressure—a pressure they could not resist!

"The Grand Consecrator's strength truly is unfathomable!" Yue Guan exclaimed. His back was already drenched in cold sweat.

He even had the feeling that if they were facing the Grand Consecrator, everyone present would be wiped out within moments.

Spirit Hall moved extremely quickly this time. On the third night after Qian Xunji's return, Spirit Hall's five thousand combat-capable Soul Masters had already assembled.

His Holiness the Pope led this operation. Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Ghost Leopard, and Demon Bear accompanied him as the four Titled Douluo elders.

There were also numerous Soul Douluo and Soul Sage experts, while the remaining five thousand combat-capable Soul Masters were all at least Soul Venerables.

Yet that was not all. Qian Daoliu had personally taken action and brought Spirit Hall's most mysterious legion—the Angel Legion!

Every member of the Angel Legion was a Soul Sage expert. There were a full hundred of them, and they had already formed an impenetrable encirclement around the perimeter.

Qian Xunji even felt that his father was being far too extreme. Wasn't this using a sledgehammer to crack a nut? His father was personally acting, and he had even brought the Angel Legion?

However, Qian Daoliu had only one thing to say. "Since things have come to this, what Spirit Hall needs is not victory, but a crushing display that inspires the people! An absolute crushing victory! Leave no one alive!"

Spirit Hall was the life's work of generations of popes from the Qian Clan. This matter had already threatened Spirit Hall, so Qian Daoliu had no choice but to act this way.

Qian Xunji had even received a beating for asking that question.

"It was all caused by you, you little beast! And now us old fools have to clean up your mess!"

The Angel Legion surrounding the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, along with more than five thousand combat-capable Soul Masters, all watched this stirring scene!

This was the foundation of their Spirit Hall! This was Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrator! This was a Peerless Douluo!

Once Qian Daoliu's Ninth Soul Skill finished, more than half the people within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had died in their sleep alone!

Having finished his attack, Qian Daoliu slowly flew back into the ranks and glanced at Qian Xunji. "You may act now!"

"Kill!" Qian Xunji did not hesitate. With a sweeping gesture of his hand, his voice rang through the sky like a great bell.

More than five thousand combat-capable Soul Masters who had received the order instantly charged into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's grounds. The four Titled Douluo elders attacked at the same time and entered the battlefield.

Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back, watching the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect below sink into a sea of flames. He shook his head slightly. "You brought this upon yourselves!"

"A whole year passed. Did you really think Spirit Hall would not retaliate? What a pity... You were given a chance, but you failed to make use of it!"

Spirit Hall's assault had come too suddenly. Most Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciples had died in their sleep, and the sect's destruction met with virtually no resistance.

"What a pity..." Qian Daoliu's gaze was complicated. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, which has endured for thousands of years, is actually being destroyed today over such a matter."

"What? You can't bear it, Father?" Qian Xunji asked with a smile.

"Heh!" Qian Daoliu glanced at Qian Xunji but ultimately said nothing. His son truly was a shrewd one!

"Xunji, don't use such disgraceful methods again in the future. They're simply too filthy," Qian Daoliu said.

"Huh?" Qian Xunji froze. In the end, he did not explain anything. He had already explained himself, but no one believed him.

Only his A Yin believed him. She believed he was not that kind of person.

Inside the sect master's room of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Yuanzhen was asleep when he suddenly heard loud commotion outside.

"What are you making all that noise for?"

Yu Yuanzhen groggily opened his eyes. Then, through the window, he saw a vast sea of fire outside—a scene like hell on earth.

He anxiously climbed out of bed without even putting on his shoes. Pushing open the door, he froze where he stood and murmured, "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect is finished."

Within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's grounds, the orderly rows of ornate, carved buildings were now being devoured by flames.

The anguished screams of clan members filled the air. Countless dark figures darted back and forth through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

He had also sensed several Titled Douluo auras. Someone was attacking the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, but why?

"It is over. It's all over, all over... The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has been completely destroyed. Completely finished!"

Yu Yuanzhen collapsed powerlessly to his knees. Then, as if he had thought of something, he threw back his head and roared, "Spirit Hall, why?!"

The two great empires could not so easily destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, nor could the other Upper Three Sects.

Only Spirit Hall could do it. But why would Spirit Hall do this? Could it be because of that matter?

But hadn't Spirit Hall shown that it did not care?

A year had passed, and Spirit Hall had never come to question that matter. So why now...? Yu Yuanzhen could not understand.

"Sect Master Yu, it has been a long time!"

A voice whose gender could not be discerned rang out. Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and the other two Titled Douluo elders had already arrived.

"Yue Guan? Gui Mei? Demon Bear? Ghost Leopard?" Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened. Naturally, he knew them. "Why?!"

"Why?" Yue Guan sneered. "Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Yuanzhen, you were clever all your life but foolish at this crucial moment! You actually don't know why?!"

"Spirit Hall gave your sect time—an entire year, in fact. What a pity that you failed to cherish it!"

"Today, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has fallen to this state entirely because you brought it upon yourselves!" Yue Guan mocked.

"Hahaha!" Yu Yuanzhen had completely gone mad. The sect's foundation, built over thousands of years, had been destroyed in his hands because of that single matter. It was utterly laughable!

"Go ahead..." Yu Yuanzhen had lost all desire to resist. The sect was gone, so what reason did he have to keep living?

"Don't worry, we won't kill you yet. We'll take you to the Pope and leave you for him to deal with!"

"Oh, and that son of yours won't be spared by Spirit Hall either," Yue Guan said with a cheerful smile.

"Hahaha..." Yu Yuanzhen's laughter was bleak and piercing. "Had I known, had I known..."

It was too late to say anything now. In a single night—no, not even a single night—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had been erased from existence.