Luoma Slope

Three days later, in the dead of night, thirty miles outside Heaven Dou City, at Luoma Slope.

The night was dark and the wind fierce, black clouds obscuring the moon.

Deep within the dense forest, a rapid patter of footsteps shattered the deathly silence.

Five hundred burly Soul Masters clad in black cloaks moved swiftly toward Luoma Slope under the cover of darkness.

Every one of them had concealed their aura, and even the weakest were Soul King-level.

The two elderly men leading them were both Titled Douluo.

These were the elite forces of the Clear Sky School, which had hidden itself from the world for many years and now emerged in full force.

Leading them were the Clear Sky School's Third Elder and its most hot-tempered member, the Seventh Elder, Blazing Sun Douluo.

"Seventh, Luoma Slope is just ahead. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School should already be there."

The Third Elder spoke in a low voice.

Blazing Sun Douluo snorted impatiently and spat on the ground.

"Pah, what damned bad luck. If Tang Xiao hadn't stopped me, I'd have smashed that troublemaker Tang Hao's head open with one hammer."

Blazing Sun Douluo's eyes blazed with fury. The mere mention of Tang Hao filled him with rage.

"In our previous life, it was that bastard who caused our Clear Sky School grievous losses, forcing us to seal ourselves away like turtles hiding in their shells. Now that we've been given another life, not only is he crippled, but that little bastard Tang San still needs our Clear Sky School to save him! What kind of nonsense is this?!"

The Third Elder patted his shoulder and sighed.

"Enough, Seventh. The Sect Master is thinking of the bigger picture. After all, Little San really did become a god in our previous life. As long as we join up with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School tonight and charge into Heaven Dou City to bring that father and son out, we'll be able to stand over Spirit Hall in the future."

"The bigger picture, my ass!"

Blazing Sun Douluo cursed, murderous intent churning in his eyes.

"I didn't bring men out tonight to play nanny for that brat Tang Hao! In our previous life, Spirit Hall kept us down, and we spent our whole lives swallowing humiliation. Since heaven has given us another chance, tonight I'll use Spirit Hall's blood to wash away the humiliation of our Clear Sky School!"

As the two spoke, the group continued forward. Sure enough, hundreds of figures stood in the open clearing ahead.

The man at their head was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School's Sect Master, Yu Yuanzhen.

Behind him stood Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin, and the others.

After all, in terms of strength, the Clear Sky School, though sealed away from the world, still held the upper hand.

"Hahaha! Elder Yu, we've finally met up!"

Blazing Sun Douluo laughed heartily, strode forward, and shouted.

"Your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School is quite punctual! Since our two schools have joined forces, let's stop wasting words! My hammer has been thirsting for action for ages. Tonight, we'll charge straight into Heaven Dou City and smash those bastards from Spirit Hall into pulp!"

Yu Yuanzhen remained where he was, his eyes fixed on the completely unsuspecting Blazing Sun Douluo and the elite forces behind him.

Ye Yuan's command kept echoing in his mind.

For the continuation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, for the lives of several thousand members of the school...

Clear Sky School, you'll just have to suffer this grievance...

"Yes... Since we've joined forces, then... let me send you on your way!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes flew wide as he suddenly let out a dragon's roar.

The terrifying Soul Power of a 95th-Rank Super Douluo erupted without warning.

"Ninth Soul Skill! True Dragon Wrath: Myriad Thunderbolts!"

If he acted, he struck with his strongest killing move.

Without the slightest warning, countless bolts of purple lightning as thick as water vats suddenly split the sky, crashing down upon the Clear Sky School's elites like divine punishment.

"Attack! Leave none alive!"

Yu Tianheng instantly summoned his martial soul and roared.

"Kill!"

In an instant, the hundreds of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School elites, who had long been poised to strike, unleashed every Soul Skill they had upon the Clear Sky School's elite forces.

"Argh! My hand!"

"Why?! Have you gone mad?!"

In just one exchange, hundreds of Clear Sky School elites were torn to pieces by lightning before they could even summon their martial souls.

"Yu Yuanzhen! Have you lost your damned mind? I'll smash you to death!"

Blazing Sun Douluo, at the front, took Yu Yuanzhen's Ninth Soul Skill head-on. Blood immediately sprayed from his mouth as his body was sent flying.

He crawled to his feet and saw the severed limbs strewn across the ground. His eyes instantly turned red.

"Clear Sky True Body! Die!"

Blazing Sun Douluo and the Third Elder roared as they prepared to fight for their lives.

Just then.

"Hehe... Have the turtles hiding in their shells finally decided to crawl out?"

A mocking voice suddenly rang out from all around Luoma Slope.

Immediately afterward, seven pillars of light shot into the sky, tearing through the darkness and sealing every route of escape from Luoma Slope.

Qingluan, Lion, Guangling!

Moxiong, Guibao, Lingyuan, Citun.

A full seven Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, along with five thousand Holy Emperor Warriors armed with heavy crossbows, surrounded the remaining Clear Sky School elites from all directions like grim reapers.

"..."

Blazing Sun Douluo and the Third Elder, who had just raised their Clear Sky Hammers to fight desperately, stared at those seven figures. The madness on their faces froze at once, swiftly turning into shock and despair!

"Se... seven Titled Douluo!"

"Three High Priests? How is this possible?! How could Spirit Hall know we were meeting here tonight?!"

The Third Elder looked at Yu Yuanzhen, who stood by coldly, and suddenly understood. He cried out in heart-wrenching anguish.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School! You beasts! You've defected to Spirit Hall!"

"You only figured that out now? Too late."

The Third High Priest, Qingluan Douluo, floated in midair, looking down at the despairing members of the Clear Sky School without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He slowly raised a finger, green light gathering at its tip.

"By order of the Holy Son!"

Qingluan Douluo abruptly swept his hand down. His killing intent-filled voice rang throughout Luoma Slope.

"Clear Sky School remnants, leave none alive!"

"Fire!!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Five thousand Holy Emperor Warriors pulled their triggers at once, and a dense storm of crossbow bolts rained down upon the remaining Clear Sky School elites.

"Arghhh!"

"Help! Third Elder, save me!"

The Clear Sky School elites struck by the bolts fell in droves, their blood rapidly dyeing the ground of Luoma Slope red.

"Spirit Hall! I'll fight you to the death!"

Blazing Sun Douluo's eyes were bloodshot as he swung up his Clear Sky Hammer, ready to strike.

"With that worthless hammer of yours, you dare make a fool of yourself before me?"

The Fourth High Priest, Lion Douluo, laughed loudly and descended from the sky like a burning meteor, instantly summoning his martial soul.

"Eighth Soul Skill! Wild Lion Sky-Splitting Strike!"

Boom!

A deafening explosion erupted.

Lion Douluo's savage lion claw slammed hard into Blazing Sun Douluo's Clear Sky Hammer before it could even be swung.

The terrifying, scorching Soul Power shockwave instantly reduced every tree within dozens of meters to ash.

"Puh!"

Blazing Sun Douluo had already been injured by Yu Yuanzhen's earlier ambush. Now, facing the full-force strike of a 97th-Rank Super Douluo, agonizing pain shot through the bones of both his arms. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood sprayed everywhere.

His entire body crashed into the dirt like a kite with its string cut.