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The three Titled Douluo instantly unleashed their Martial Soul Avatars and attacked Sword Douluo.

They moved so quickly that not only Ning Fengzhi, but even Sword Douluo, the one directly facing them, failed to react in time.

What was this? They had been talking one second ago, and the next, they were fighting?

Come on, they were all Titled Douluo. Why were they still so obsessed with fighting and killing?

Shouldn't they at least observe some social etiquette?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had clearly realized they had kicked an iron plate and was preparing to leave. Even if Spirit Hall was unhappy, they could have talked it out, perhaps discussed compensation or something. What was with attacking outright?

Still, Sword Douluo immediately entered combat mode, while Ning Fengzhi also began supporting him.

For now, they could only fight.

"Holy Son."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Bai Ye. He had never expected Bai Ye's words to carry such weight, nor had he expected the three Titled Douluo to act with such efficiency.

At that moment, he seemed to understand why Poison Douluo had joined Spirit Hall, and why Bai Ye had become Spirit Hall's Holy Son.

As an auxiliary Soul Ancestor, he could exceptionally support Titled Douluo!

And his support effects did not seem any weaker than Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

If this boy was not eliminated, the world would surely belong to Spirit Hall in the future!

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi's desire to kill Bai Ye reached its peak.

It could be said that from the moment the battle began, they were destined to become enemies. There was no possibility of reconciliation.

Sword Douluo thought the same. Although he did not know what effects Bai Ye's auxiliary soul skill had, he remained extremely confident in his own strength.

After all, he was the number one swordsman in the world.

With Ning Fengzhi, the world's number one auxiliary, by his side, he might not be able to suppress three opponents alone, but holding his ground should not have been a problem.

Yet the situation before him far exceeded his expectations. He was being relentlessly beaten back!

And this was clearly due to Bai Ye's support.

At the same time, after applying Honor Blessing, Bai Ye put on a weakened appearance, seeming unable even to stand steadily.

Xiao Wu was still gripped by fear. The situation was extremely unfavorable for her, yet she did not dare run.

Because if she truly did, the four Titled Douluo might immediately make peace and join forces to stop her.

All she could do was wait for fate to descend. She had even begun thinking of her last words.

"Mom, I can't avenge you."

"Da Ming, Er Ming..."

"Are you okay?" Flender reacted quickly. Once he came to his senses, he immediately stepped forward and supported Bai Ye.

After all, Bai Ye was Spirit Hall's Holy Son. With him around, Flender's Shrek would not go bankrupt. It might even become famous across the continent.

That was his dream.

Besides, he had long found Ning Fengzhi unpleasant. They were both Soul Sages. You only had a better background than him—otherwise, in a one-on-one fight, he would beat the hell out of him!

What, Ning Fengzhi was saying he was an auxiliary-type and that it was unfair?

If he cared about fairness, would he have tried to poach someone else's talent right in front of them?

Thus, Flender immediately picked a side.

More importantly, he had confidence in Spirit Hall. After all, it was three against one.

After Zhu Zhuqing recovered from her shock, she suppressed her fear of Xiao Wu and moved closer.

Bai Ye's status was even higher than she had imagined.

With a single word, he could make three Titled Douluo attack at once.

Moreover, those three Titled Douluo had been secretly protecting him all along.

It could be said that as long as Bai Ye did not die, he would be the next Pope. Before the Pope, what did the rules of the Star Luo Empire amount to?

Seeing his fiancée looking so concerned about someone else, Dai Mubai felt as if he had been cuckolded.

Yet he dared not voice his anger.

He could only roar inwardly.

"Zhu Zhuqing, where did your coldness go? Do you know that I'm your fiancé? Have you ever considered how I feel? You act cold on the outside and all sweet inside just for you, is that it?"

If Zhu Zhuqing had known what Dai Mubai was thinking, she would definitely have cursed him out.

"So now you remember I'm your fiancée? When you were playing with those twins, did you ever think about my feelings? And I'm not even emotionally cheating, while you cheated both emotionally and physically!"

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang looked even worse than Dai Mubai.

He could not understand how Bai Ye, who had joined Notting Academy six years ago and refused to become his disciple, had become Spirit Hall's Holy Son and the future Pope in the blink of an eye.

"Bibi Dong, what are you doing?"

Also, if Tang San had not already fainted, Yu Xiaogang truly might have vomited blood again.

I thought my father was already impressive.

Turns out your background is even greater than mine!

It was worth mentioning that before Tang San was slapped unconscious by Ning Fengzhi, he had only one thought.

It would be great if Dad were here.

Unfortunately, Tang Hao was in an even worse state than him.

"Fengzhi, something's wrong. We need to leave." Sword Douluo's expression was exceptionally grave. In just this short time, he had already suffered injuries in several places.

Furthermore, all three opponents fought with the ferocity of people who had taken drugs and did not care whether they lived or died.

In truth, the reason Chrysanthemum, Ghost, and Poison Douluo fought this way was partly because of Honor Blessing and partly because of Bai Ye's fourth soul skill, Rapid Healing.

Although they knew Bai Ye's fourth soul skill could not be used on them, they could afford to wait. Once Rapid Healing was cast on them later, no matter what injuries they had, they would vanish immediately.

The reason Sword Douluo had not retreated immediately was confidence.

What could a little Soul Ancestor brat do, even if he was the future Pope? If he recklessly boosted three Titled Douluo, it would already be fortunate if he was not drained dry. Naturally, the enhancement would not be very strong, nor would it last long.

But the instant they clashed, he realized something was wrong. Still, he stubbornly wanted to hold out until his opponents' boosts ended.

Now, however, he abandoned that notion.

If they kept fighting, their own enhancement would end first.

"Uncle Sword." Ning Fengzhi also felt tremendous pressure, while his assessment of Bai Ye rose to an utterly terrifying level.

With Bai Ye around, Spirit Hall would not merely unify the continent. Even if a God King descended to the lower realm, he would be beaten senseless and flee back to the Divine Realm in disgrace.

And an idea kept surging uncontrollably through Ning Fengzhi's mind.

The entire sect ascending to the Divine Realm!

At the thought, his breathing became rapid. Only then did he understand what kind of existence he had provoked.

No wonder Spirit Hall had made Bai Ye its Holy Son. No wonder Chrysanthemum, Ghost, and Poison Douluo carried out Bai Ye's orders so swiftly.

Bai Ye was simply too young. Otherwise, he would already be the one sitting in Papal Hall.

After all, if Ning Fengzhi were in that position, he would also relinquish the position of sect master and marry Ning Rongrong to him.

What nonsense about her other half needing to possess great combat strength.

Since when had that been a rule?

But such a thing was absolutely impossible.

"Uncle Sword, let's go." As his words fell, Ning Fengzhi unleashed his true form and supported Sword Douluo with all his strength. Sword Douluo also erupted with everything he had, intending to carve out a bloody path with Ning Fengzhi and the stunned Ning Rongrong.

But Chrysanthemum, Ghost, and Poison Douluo, whose attributes had all been increased by two hundred percent, were no pushovers either.

"A broken tower and a broken sword, and you dare show off?"

Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance before using their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

"Bipolar Stasis Domain!"

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi's pupils constricted instantly. This was exactly what they feared, so Sword Douluo fought while retreating, hoping to escape the domain's range.

But at that moment, Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo's Soul Power had reached level ninety-six, and they also had Honor Blessing's enhancement.

Dugu Bo was also fiercely restraining them from the side.

Soon, the Bipolar Stasis Domain was successfully unleashed.

Every target within the space was completely frozen.

At that moment, Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, and Ning Rongrong seemed as though time itself had stopped for them.

Of course, Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo were likewise immobilized.

Dugu Bo, who was unaffected at the side, immediately used a soul bone skill on Sword Douluo.

"Medusa's Gaze!"

A beam of light shot forth. Sword Douluo forcibly took the attack head-on. Although he was not petrified, a fist-sized hole was blasted through his chest. He then coughed up a large mouthful of blood and fell from the air.

After that strike, the Bipolar Stasis Domain vanished, while Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo's Soul Power was nearly depleted.

"Uncle Sword!" Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically. Watching Sword Douluo fall, he felt as if he had plunged into an abyss.

After succeeding with one strike, Dugu Bo pursued again, laughing loudly as he vowed to take down the three members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

However, Sword Douluo was Sword Douluo after all. Despite being severely wounded and facing Dugu Bo's pursuit, he somehow embarked on the path of a sword cultivator guided by his heart.

After saying, "I understand now," he directly broke through to level ninety-seven. Not only did he force Dugu Bo back with a single sword strike, he also escaped with Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dugu Bo's expression darkened. He shouted and was about to give chase when Yue Guan stopped him.

Once the enhancement effects disappeared, Dugu Bo would only be throwing himself to the wolves. Besides, Sword Douluo was already badly wounded, so there was no need to rush at this moment.

And after this battle, Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo felt that the Soul Hunt Operation could be placed on the agenda.