The Sword Shatters! The Seven Kill Sword Is No More!

"Who told you I was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?" Xiong Er sneered and shook his head.

"Could you tell me your true cultivation?"

Hearing this, a flash of understanding passed through Sword Douluo's eyes before he continued asking.

"A Six-Hundred-Thousand-Year Ferocious Beast!"

Xiong Er bared his teeth and spoke in a deliberately profound tone.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo's pupils constricted, and horror flashed through his eyes.

This bear was actually a Six-Hundred-Thousand-Year Ferocious Beast! Its strength rivaled that of an Extreme Douluo!

No wonder he had struggled so much. A ninety-sixth-level Super Douluo against a ninety-ninth-level Extreme Douluo—he would be lucky to win.

"A Six-Hundred-Thousand-Year Ferocious Beast!"

On the ground, Ning Fengzhi felt dizzy upon hearing those words and nearly collapsed.

"It's over..."

Ning Fengzhi's lips trembled as he muttered, his eyes filled with regret.

To save Rongrong, he had forcibly pushed the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School into a pit of fire.

Three Extreme Douluos—there was no way the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School could defeat them, even if it spent every last coin hiring Soul Masters.

Not far away, Bibi Dong was equally shocked upon hearing this. Her gaze toward Xiong Er was full of disbelief.

"Three Extreme Douluos!"

Behind them, Qiandao Liu also frowned. The calmness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a grave expression.

If there had only been two Extreme Douluos, they could have barely resisted by relying on the numerical advantage of the Elders' Hall and Hall of Offerings.

But against three Extreme Douluos, the Title Douluos of the Elders' Hall would likely find it difficult to contend with them.

"Great Priest, it's not too late to leave now."

At that moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo beside him frowned and made the suggestion, clearly understanding the situation as well.

After all, they had only brought the Hall of Offerings and Elders' Hall this time. Spirit Hall's hundreds of thousands of soldiers had not yet arrived.

At worst, they could return, gather the soldiers, and come back in force. At that time, Spirit Hall would still hold the advantage.

"No hurry."

Qiandao Liu shook his head and looked toward the sky again.

In midair, after explaining his strength, Xiong Er charged forward fiercely.

Seeing this, Bald Qiang swung the Chainsaw in his hand and slashed at Sword Douluo alongside him.

"Alas!"

Sword Douluo sighed at the sight. He knew he would undoubtedly die beneath this strike, but he had nothing to fear.

He had no children. Aside from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, the one he worried about most was Rongrong.

Now that Rongrong had been captured and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School stood on the brink of destruction, even if he died, he had to drain some of their Soul Power.

That way, after his death, the people of Spirit Hall would have an easier time. Perhaps they could even wipe these people out.

Regaining his senses, his eyes suddenly turned cold. At the same time, he formed a hand seal with one hand and began reciting poetry.

"The cassia trees stood young across a hundred li of land!"

"Partridges trampled through the cool noon shade!"

"Above Yanping Ford, the peaks rose sharp as blades!"

"The sword departed, the river emptied, and the waters flowed on!"

A sky-blue Seven Kill Sword burst from the ground. At the same time, a colossal blue-and-red figure appeared behind him. The figure held a Seven Kill Sword, radiating terrifying pressure.

"Sword Dao Chen Xin!"

As the final words fell, Sword Douluo suddenly opened his eyes.

The giant figure behind him raised the Seven Kill Sword in its hand and slashed it down at Bald Qiang and Xiong Er.

"Baldy, I'll block this attack. Go up and kill him."

Watching the enormous sword crash down from midair, Xiong Er grinned and instructed Bald Qiang. Then, instead of retreating, he charged straight toward the giant sword.

"Alright."

Bald Qiang nodded and directly bypassed the attack, rushing toward Sword Douluo's real body.

At that moment, the giant sword had already slammed into Xiong Er.

"Bang!"

A tremendous boom rang out.

Everyone's attention was drawn toward it.

"Hiss!"

Immediately afterward, everyone present sucked in a sharp breath.

They saw Xiong Er gripping the giant sword above his head tightly between his palms, leaving it unable to move even an inch.

"So strong!"

That was what everyone present was thinking.

"Is this the gap between us?"

In midair, Sword Douluo ignored Bald Qiang charging toward him. Instead, he stared blankly at Xiong Er, a trace of desolation flashing through his eyes.

He knew he had lost. No matter how he struggled, it would be futile.

After all, even a bear could block his strongest Soul Skill with its body alone. What use was there in resisting further?

"Splat!"

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck.

Then, his world spun, and his consciousness slowly faded away.

"Thud!"

After a dull sound, Sword Douluo's corpse fell to the ground.

"Uncle Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly shouted, tears streaming down his face.

The members of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School behind him also covered their faces and sobbed quietly.

Five million Shock Value!

Unlike the sorrowful atmosphere outside the barrier, cheers erupted within it. Qin Feng stared at the transparent panel before him and burst into laughter.

He had naturally witnessed Sword Douluo's death, but who could be blamed? He had brought it upon himself.

After calming himself, Qin Feng slowly stepped out of the barrier.

Once outside, Qin Feng's gaze first fell upon Ning Fengzhi, whose hair hung in disarray.

He said nothing and merely watched everything quietly.

"Your Highness, should we kill all these people, or...?"

Seeing Qin Feng appear, Bald Qiang hurriedly flew to his side and asked calmly.

"Exterminate them."

Qin Feng answered without even thinking.

He would not leave behind even the slightest threat.

Were there few people in fantasy worlds who had been stabbed in the back? It happened almost every moment. If he spared the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School today, could he guarantee they would not hate him?

He could not.

So not only did they have to be destroyed, they had to be wiped out completely.

"Where's Dashuai?"

Qin Feng looked around, only to find no sign of Dashuai nearby, leaving him puzzled.

Hadn't Dashuai gone to gather The Bad Guys? By all rights, he should have arrived long ago.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Qin Feng pondered this, the sound of something cutting through the air came from not far away.

Qin Feng looked toward the sound.

He saw Dashuai appear before him, carrying a corpse in one hand.

However, because the corpse wore a black robe, Qin Feng did not recognize its identity.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

Yuan Tiangang dropped to one knee and spoke respectfully.

"Dashuai, this corpse...?"

Qin Feng's gaze settled on the black-robed corpse, his eyes full of confusion.

"Your Highness, I should have arrived earlier, but I encountered some trouble on the way. I dealt with it while I was at it, which delayed me a little."

With that, Yuan Tiangang tossed the black-robed corpse onto the ground.

At once, the face beneath the corpse's hood was revealed.

"Tang Hao!"

Seeing the corpse's face, Qin Feng cried out in surprise, both shocked and puzzled.

Why had Tang Hao come here?

Could it be because he had cut off one of Tang San's arms, so Tang Hao had come for revenge?