Just One Glance, It Felt Like I Was Going to Die at His Hands!

However, against this attack launched with all of Yang Wudi's power and to the extreme of fury, Qian Daoliu just stood in place without even dodging, not even putting up a symbolic defense.

"Clang..."

The Soul-Breaking Gun seemed to touch some hard object, yet the tip of the gun was still some distance away from Qian Daoliu, merely touching the body-protecting soul light naturally gathered around Qian Daoliu.

The Soul-Breaking Gun shattered like an egg hitting a stone.

The Soul-Breaking Gun cracked inch by inch, exploding abruptly in Yang Wudi's hand as he wore a look of utter disbelief.

Yang Wudi vomited blood and was sent flying backward, "This is my Avatar of Wuhun! How could you possibly be strong to this extent?!"

Could the attack he unleashed by gathering all his power not even manage to injure Qian Daoliu? No! He couldn't even touch the corner of Qian Daoliu's clothes, crashing only against Qian Daoliu's body-protecting soul light before shattering violently.

"The gap between a Soul Douluo and a Titled Douluo is like a natural chasm, and the gap between a Titled Douluo and a Peerless Douluo is even greater!" Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in Yang Wudi's ears, "And yet you actually wanted to attack a Peerless Douluo with the body of a Soul Douluo?! Truly laughable!"

"Is that how it is?" Yang Wudi spat out blood, "The gap between a Soul Douluo and a Peerless Douluo is actually this immense?!"

"I..." Before Yang Wudi could finish his words, the Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand slashed horizontally across the air.

The sword light flashed past, landing on Yang Wudi's neck.

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, and Yang Wudi covered his neck with both hands, his eyes wide before his robust body collapsed heavily to the ground.

"Ants..." Qian Daoliu's gaze was cold as he looked at the fallen Yang Wudi and spoke slowly.

No matter how strong a Soul Douluo was, they were ultimately just a Soul Douluo after all. How could he dare to delusionally attack a Peerless Douluo with the body of a Soul Douluo?

"It's over, it's all over, it's completely over." Niu Gao collapsed limply to the ground, looking at the already dead Old White Bird, Old Ape, and Old Goat who died right before his eyes, completely losing any thought of resistance.

Of the patriarchs of the Four Single-Attribute Clans, three had now died under Qian Daoliu's sword. With a single man and a sword, Qian Daoliu had slaughtered the disciples of the Four Single-Attribute Clans cleanly, and those still alive now were mere lambs waiting for slaughter.

After all, Qian Daoliu had said he would not spare the four of them, nor would he spare anyone from the Four Single-Attribute Clans.

Niu Gao's throat choked up, "Sob sob sob... Old White Bird, Old Ape, Old Goat..."

Qian Daoliu walked up to Niu Gao, slowly extending his hand to stroke Niu Gao's head as if petting a dead object, "Since you broke away from the Clear Sky School back then and settled down to be an ordinary clan, wasn't that good? If not for your insistence on re-pledging allegiance to the Clear Sky School and acting as dogs for Tang San and the others, how could you have fallen to such an end today?!"

"People in this world often only understand just how foolish and wrong their choices were at the very moment they truly face death."

Qian Daoliu applied a slight force with his palm, "As long as you didn't make an enemy of Spirit Hall, Spirit Hall wouldn't even bother to pay attention to you ants. But you just had to... just had to court death yourselves!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Niu Gao laughed miserably as two streams of bloody tears slid from the corners of his eyes. "That's right! Senior Qian Daoliu, you're right!"

"When have those high and mighty lords of the Clear Sky School ever truly treated us of the Four Single-Attribute Clans as their own people?!"

"They only treated us as tools: the Strength Clan was responsible for forging weapons, the Defense Clan was responsible for construction, and the Min Clan were born scouts! Meanwhile, the Extermination Clan was responsible for mixing potions."

Niu Gao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Swearing allegiance to Tang San... wasn't swearing allegiance to the Clear Sky School?! To put it nicely it's swearing allegiance to Tang San, and to put it bluntly, isn't it still acting as dogs for the Clear Sky School? This was nothing more than us deceiving ourselves."

As he spoke, he wailed loudly, "I regret it! But no matter how much I regret it now, no matter how much I hate... everything is already too late, far too late."

"Indeed... it's too late." Qian Daoliu gathered soul power in his palm, and Niu Gao's voice stopped abruptly.

"Bang..."

Qian Daoliu withdrew his left hand expressionlessly, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the blood stained on his hands.

"Regretting it now is too late; no matter how much you regret or resent it, it is already too late. Everyone must pay the price for the mistakes they have made, including this old man!"

Yet this price was not something just anyone could bear, even if he was a Rank 99 Peerless Douluo.

The few surviving Tang Sect disciples nearby saw this terrified scene and completely lost the courage to resist.

"The patriarch is dead, all the patriarchs are dead! Run! Running gives us a sliver of survival, if we don't run everyone will die here!"

Looking at those fleeing frantically in all directions without choosing their path, a cruel smile hooked the corner of Qian Daoliu's mouth.

"Run? In front of this old man, where could you run?" Qian Daoliu flew abruptly into the air, holding the Angel Holy Sword high.

Then he fiercely slashed out numerous streams of sword light that landed on the Tang Sect.

"Boom..."

The golden sword light whistled down, completely swallowing the Tang Sect stronghold in a golden storm and raging fire.

The earth shook and mountains quaked, pavilions collapsed, the ground caved in, and all the remnants attempting to escape were reduced to ashes in the golden storm.

The four arms of the former Clear Sky School, the entire households of the Four Single-Attribute Clans, had not a single survivor! They completely became history!

"Heh, to think there are still a few rats peeking?" Qian Daoliu stood in the air, his cold gaze landing on the City Lord's Mansion.

"Still, you lot know how to read the room! You still have enough self-awareness not to come and meddle!" Qian Daoliu slowly withdrew his gaze.

"This old man is not someone who loves killing; I'll show great mercy today and spare your dog lives!"

After saying this, three pairs of golden wings abruptly unfolded behind Qian Daoliu, bright golden light erupting all over his body before he tore through the night sky and headed toward Star Luo City, the imperial capital of the Star Luo Empire!

At the City Lord's Mansion, the city lord watched as Qian Daoliu's cold gaze—one that seemed intent on killing—swept over him before turning into a golden light and disappearing.

The man felt utterly relieved, his legs turning to jelly as he collapsed directly to the ground, his entire body already soaked in cold sweat.

"He's gone, this god of slaughter has finally left." The city lord breathed heavily, "Too terrifying. Clearly separated by such a distance, he just casually glanced at me a moment ago, yet I felt as though I had walked past the gates of hell."

"Just who on earth is he, though? And what kind of monstrous, irreconcilable blood feud does he have with the Tang Sect to actually wipe out the entire upper and lower ranks of the Tang Sect by his own single strength?!"

The city lord wiped away his cold sweat and looked toward the Tang Sect stronghold, glad he hadn't meddled at the time, or the consequences of summoning this god of slaughter would have been unimaginable.