Slaughter

"Number Seven!"

The Third Elder shouted in sudden terror, preparing to lift the Clear Sky Hammer to rescue him, when he abruptly sensed a sinister wind surging from behind.

"Old thing, your opponent is us!"

Guibao Douluo transformed into a blur, moving with terrifying speed. His sharp claws directly tore through the Third Elder's back, kicking up a massive spray of blood.

Immediately following, Moxiong Douluo's massive, brawny frame descended from the sky, and a heavy, powerful bear paw slammed fiercely into the Third Elder's back.

This blow directly caused the Third Elder to vomit a mouthful of blood.

The two elders had already been severely injured in a single exchange.

On the other side, the remaining four Titled Douluo did not even have the appetite to attack.

"Kill! Not a single living soul remains!"

The men of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School had eyes completely red with slaughter at this moment.

Every one of them knew they no longer had a way out.

Since they had already betrayed, they had to take the heads of the Clear Sky School to trade for Spirit Hall's trust.

The roar of thunder intertwined with the pounding of Clear Sky Hammers.

Although the remaining Clear Sky School elite were fierce, under the absolute crushing weight of numbers and strength, coupled with their formation being disrupted by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School's sneak attack and having to guard against the Holy Emperor Warrior's heavy crossbows from the side, they had completely turned into lambs waiting for slaughter at this moment.

"Bang!"

A Clear Sky School Soul Saint had just swung his hammer to smash a Holy Emperor Warrior, but the next second his chest was pierced by a bolt of lightning the size of a water vat.

He did not even have time to scream before he was turned into a hedgehog by a dozen heavy crossbows following closely behind, dying as dead as could be.

"No... don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender!"

A Clear Sky School disciple with his legs cut off crawled desperately in the bloody water, directly grabbing onto Yu Tianheng's thigh.

Yu Tianheng looked at him expressionlessly, squatted down and leaned close to his ear, saying coldly,

"Since your incense was not cut short in the previous life, what would it matter if ours replaced it in this one? As fellow Upper Three Sects, you shouldn't be so selfish."

Having said that, he directly pierced the other person's chest with a claw.

Scorching hot blood splashed on Yu Tianheng's face, making him look exceptionally savage.

"Sect Master... Elders... We've been tricked! We've been tricked!!"

Miserable shrieks and desperate roars.

All kinds of sounds intertwined, echoing for a long time in the night sky of Luoma Slope.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

Five hundred elites of the Clear Sky School who had lived in seclusion for many years and had been pinned with high hopes by Tang Xiao and the others had now all turned into mutilated corpses, falling into pools of blood.

"Bang!"

After a loud crash, the Third Elder's head was smashed to pieces by a single palm from Moxiong Douluo.

On the other side, Blazing Sun Douluo, covered in blood to the point where he no longer looked human, was stepped on the chest by Lion Douluo.

"You... you bunch of beasts..."

Blazing Sun Douluo continuously spat blood from his mouth, staring fixedly at Yu Yuanzhen and Qingluan Douluo as they walked over, his eyes filled with unwillingness and bitter resentment:

"Spirit Hall... Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School... Just you wait... When Little San becomes a god... Our Sect Master will definitely tear you... into a thousand pieces!"

"Wait for that little loser who hasn't even awakened a martial soul to become a god? You better go down to hell and wait!"

Qingluan Douluo sneered, turning his head to glance at Yu Yuanzhen standing nearby.

Yu Yuanzhen caught his meaning, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly raised his palm, and a violent bolt of thunder shattered Blazing Sun Douluo's heart.

"Sti... Still hasn't awakened a martial soul?... Wrong... We were all wrong..."

Blazing Sun Douluo's eyes widened, muttering a few words.

At this moment, he finally saw the light.

Even if Tang San became a god in the future, right now he was just a brat who hadn't even awakened his martial soul.

For just such a little brat, they actually dragged in the entire elite force of the Clear Sky School.

Pity that he understood far too late.

As his vitality was completely cut off, Blazing Sun Douluo's head listed weakly to the side, dying with an unfulfilled grievance.

The two great elders of the Clear Sky School, five hundred elites.

Wiped out completely, not a single one left!

Qingluan Douluo looked at the debris and blood covering the ground, nodded in satisfaction, swept his gaze over the blood-soaked, heavy-breathing disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, and ordered,

"His Highness the Holy Son said that the play at Luoma Slope must be done thoroughly!"

"Men! Destroy the corpses and erase all traces here, don't let anyone see any clues."

"Understood!"

Five thousand Holy Emperor Warriors shouted in unison, then walked expressionlessly toward the corpses.

Yu Tianheng stood to the side, watching the scene as the heads of those Clear Sky School elites were chopped off one by one and then piled together.

His heart could not help but pound heavily.

So ruthless!

Qingluan Douluo turned his head, looked at the complex-looking Yu Yuanzhen, and said with a half-smile,

"Sect Master Yu, the play has finished acting. This seat will truthfully report the sincerity of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School to His Highness the Holy Son."

"Not even a Clear Sky School fly was let out of this Luoma Slope, leaving no surviving witnesses. You don't need this seat to teach you what to do next, do you?"

Yu Yuanzhen's body gave a start, and he quickly lowered his head and cupped his fists,

"Understood... This old man understands. Once this old man returns, I will write an urgent letter to the Clear Sky School overnight."

"This old man will tell Tang Xiao: We encountered a heavy ambush by Spirit Hall at Luoma Slope, and Spirit Hall had our plan completely figured out!"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School suffered heavy casualties, and we fought desperately to break out and send the message out. Please, Sect Master Tang Xiao, investigate the truth swiftly and avenge our dead sect clansmen!"

Hearing this, Qingluan Douluo laughed out loud in deep satisfaction.

With no surviving witnesses, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School even took the initiative to accuse themselves of being betrayed by a mole.

Even if that group of muscle-brained people from the Clear Sky School wracked their brains, they would never suspect that it was caused by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School stabbing them in the back.

Their anger and hatred would only pour out upon those knowledgeable people at Blue Ba Academy.

There were only these few people who knew about the Luoma Slope plan.

Once this dirty pot of betraying allies was pinned on them, let these people go and suspect each other.

"Let's go, return to report to His Highness the Holy Son."

Heaven Dou City, Blue Ba Academy, inside the underground secret room.

The atmosphere here was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

Three days had passed since Yu Xiaogang sent out the plea for help.

On the stone bed of the secret room, Tang Hao still remained unconscious.

Although the wound on his severed arm had been simply bandaged, because there were no medicines or healing-type soul masters to treat it, the wound had already begun to fester, and his entire body had developed a high fever.

And on the other stone bed, Gu Rong the Bone Douluo, reputed to have the number one defense in the world, was in an even worse condition than Tang Hao.

If not for the fact that he still had breath, Ning Fengzhi would have thought he was already dead.

"Teacher..."

Tang San knelt by Tang Hao's bedside, tightly gripping his father's only remaining hand.

To put it bluntly, he could only do these things right now.

Without awakening his martial soul, the Mystic Heaven Skill was stuck right there, unable to advance or retreat, completely unable to break through.

At a time like this, he couldn't even cultivate to pass the time.