Kill Them All!

"Apocalypse!"

Facing the full-force attacks of twelve Soul Douluo once more, Bai Ye used his Soul Bone Skill, Invincible Golden Body, to withstand them.

At the same time, he unleashed his Self-Created Soul Skill, Apocalypse Orb, against the Soul Douluo.

The Apocalypse Orb was one of his signature support skills. Also known as the Sun, it was no weaker than a Martial Soul Fusion Skill like the Hell White Tiger.

After all, Bai Ye was under the effects of Honor Blessing. Every one of his attributes had reached at least Soul Sage level.

Under those conditions, even a Titled Douluo would struggle to withstand the Apocalypse Orb.

Of course, a Titled Douluo could not take the combined attacks of twelve Soul Douluo head-on either.

But that was exactly what Invincible Golden Body was for.

"A Self-Created Soul Skill!"

The Soul Douluo's expressions shifted, but they still paid Bai Ye's Apocalypse Orb no mind.

It was only an attack from a Soul King.

Having struck with everything they had again, they saw no chance of Bai Ye surviving. To them, the Apocalypse Orb was nothing more than his impotent last roar.

But when the Apocalypse Hammer transformed into the Apocalypse Orb above them and sent pillars of golden light crashing down, they felt the unmistakable threat of death. Shock seized them.

What the hell kind of Soul King can launch an attack like that?

All twelve Soul Douluo fought to resist. But the Apocalypse Domain had already weakened all their attributes considerably. The golden pillars were also blindingly fast and locked onto them, giving them no chance to use their Soul Skills.

Unable to flee or use their Soul Skills, they could only huddle together and take the attack with their bodies.

Every last one of them was blasted to the ground, coughing up blood. Their shock was beyond words.

Only then did they truly understand how terrifying the Spirit Hall Holy Son was.

A Support Soul Master has no combat power?

Bullshit!

Still, they were relieved to be alive. They let out a breath and instinctively looked toward Bai Ye.

At a single glance, all twelve of their pupils contracted.

Bai Ye, who should have been reduced to ash by their attacks, stood right where he had been, completely unharmed.

It was even more outrageous than watching him recover to full health after surviving their earlier assault.

The Soul Douluo were thunderstruck. Their minds went blank.

Who were they fighting?

Bai Ye, however, did not stand idle. As he released the Apocalypse Orb, his first, second, and fourth Soul Rings lit up.

Honor Blessing, Purification, and Rapid Healing activated in an instant.

Three halos appeared around the members of Spirit Hall within the Apocalypse Domain. They could clearly feel their bodies changing.

Honor Blessing boosted all their attributes by 250 percent, Purification removed their negative conditions, and Rapid Healing restored them completely.

The tide of battle reversed in an instant.

Not far away, the eight Spirit Hall Soul Douluo grinned at the Fifth Elder of the Clear Sky Sect. "You old bastard. Now it's our turn!"

The Fifth Elder's face changed. He tried to flee at once, but their positions had been reversed.

The Fifth Elder, who had fought with such ease and confidence before, now scrambled away in a panic.

"Get him, brothers!" shouted a Spirit Hall Soul Douluo. With the boost, each of the eight Soul Douluo was only one ninth Soul Skill short of the Fifth Elder.

Together, the eight of them could easily make up that tiny difference.

Remembering how the Fifth Elder had battered them and how close the Holy Son had come to being killed, they gave it everything they had. They attacked him without mercy.

At the same time, they were shaken to their core.

Only after receiving Bai Ye's boost did they understand why the Clear Sky Sect had come to kill the Holy Son—and why Bai Ye had become Spirit Hall's Holy Son.

With a Holy Son like him, Spirit Hall would surely become the absolute faith of Soul Masters everywhere. One day, it would be the sacred ground in every Soul Master's heart!

The one and only!

Meanwhile, Dugu Bo was still fighting.

Although he had been under Honor Blessing the entire time, he faced two Titled Douluo of higher levels than himself. All he could do was hold them back without getting killed.

Even so, his opponents had taken his right arm during the fight, and his combat strength had plummeted.

But back when he had been only level ninety-one, he had fled for a long time from Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo working together. His life was not in danger now.

What worried him was Bai Ye.

"Hm?"

When he felt his condition change, delight surged through him.

Bai Ye was safe and had made another breakthrough.

Under his opponents' stunned gazes, Dugu Bo's missing right arm regrew in an instant.

Dugu Bo was just as stunned. He knew Bai Ye's fourth Soul Skill was responsible, but Bai Ye had only said it could restore Soul Power and heal injuries.

He had never said it could regrow a severed limb!

"Unbelievable! This old man... this old servant chose the right master!"

From that moment on, Bai Ye's standing in Dugu Bo's heart was beyond measure.

Coming back to his senses, he saw his two opponents preparing to retreat. He sneered and unleashed his full strength.

"Where do you think you're going? Weren't you having a great time beating on this old man?"

"Didn't you say the two-on-one advantage was yours?"

"Come on, then. Let's keep going and see who has the advantage now!"

Farther away, the same reversal was unfolding around Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo.

Their side had five fighters against four, yet they had been thoroughly suppressed.

Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo had avoided serious injury, but they had found no chance to use the Bipolar Stasis Domain.

The other three Titled Douluo had suffered severe injuries, and one had even lost the ability to fight.

Just as that man thought he would die there, a miracle occurred.

All his injuries vanished in an instant, and power swelled within him to an astonishing degree.

The other two Titled Douluo felt the same thing, as did Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo.

"The Sacrificial Operation succeeded." Yue Guan was overjoyed. He had no idea how Bai Ye had managed to boost them from so far away, but now was hardly the time to ponder it.

Tang Xiao and the others, however, went pale at the sight.

The Saint-Hunting Operation had failed!

Watching the dying Titled Douluo rise again, Tang Xiao was horrified.

"Retreat!" He gave Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo and the others a long look, then issued the order.

But at almost that very moment, Bai Ye's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Kill them. Leave no one alive!"

Bai Ye had done it with his mental power. The Spirit Hall fighters were already eager to kill now that the tables had turned. Hearing the Holy Son's order drove them into a frenzy, and they charged without fear of death.

After all, as long as they survived, Bai Ye could heal them completely, no matter how badly they were hurt.

"Stop them!" Yue Guan shouted, then exchanged a glance with Gui Mei.

The other three Titled Douluo understood. Unleashing their full strength, they blocked the escape of Tang Xiao, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Thunder Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi.

Without Bai Ye's boost, the three of them had been outmatched. Now, even if they could not defeat the four Titled Douluo, they could certainly hold them long enough for Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Tang Xiao and the others felt death closing in. They unleashed their full strength again, their ninth Soul Rings lighting up. Ning Fengzhi did not dare hold anything back either, pouring everything into his support.

"Bipolar Stasis Domain!"

Tang Xiao and the others froze. At the same moment, the three Spirit Hall Titled Douluo's ninth Soul Skills lit up, delivering a fatal strike against five enemies who could not defend themselves!

The five faces changed drastically. In that instant, their lives flashed before their eyes.

Tang Xiao looked back on his life. Ah Yin had never been his. His younger brother Hao had severed his limbs and returned his bones rather than rejoin the sect. Tang Xiao had not even met Tang San, and he had failed his late father.

Ning Fengzhi thought of Ning Rongrong. The Saint-Hunting Operation had failed. Unless a miracle occurred, they would never leave the mountain again. All he hoped was that Ning Rongrong would put aside her young lady's airs and live out her life safely in the Clear Sky Sect.

Rongrong, don't avenge me.

Ning Rongrong appeared in the minds of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo too. Like Ning Fengzhi, they did not want her to seek revenge. They only hoped she could live a peaceful life, marry, and have children within the Clear Sky Sect.

After all, Spirit Hall's Holy Son had already grown into a formidable power!

Thunder Douluo, meanwhile, thought not of his clansmen but of his son, Yu Xiaogang. From Xiaogang's birth to his departure, memories passed through his mind. He wept inside, though his eyes, trapped within the Bipolar Stasis Domain, could shed no tears.

Xiaogang, you will always be your father's pride.

Boom!

Brilliant fire bloomed across the sky!

Tang Xiao and the others fell to the ground, gravely injured and unable to move. Ning Fengzhi, the weakest among them, was annihilated on the spot.

Tang Hao, who had just arrived at Sunset Forest, saw it happen.

"No!"

Tang Hao's eyes turned red and his body trembled. He could not accept it. The Clear Sky Sect had sent its finest, yet the Saint-Hunting Operation had failed, and they were on the brink of being wiped out!

Was heaven determined to destroy the Clear Sky Sect?

Would Spirit Hall accomplish today what it had failed to do back then?

"Hao, run!" Tang Xiao shouted with the last of his strength when he spotted his brother.

"Kill him!" Yue Guan and Gui Mei shouted together. The Bipolar Stasis Domain had ended, and they had little Soul Power left, but they could still finish off Tang Xiao and the others.

Tang Hao, however, was beyond their ability to handle.

The three Titled Douluo who still had Soul Power immediately gave chase.

But Tang Hao had turned and fled the moment Tang Xiao shouted.

Before coming, he had prepared to die and give everything he had to the Saint-Hunting Operation.

Now he ran, intent only on surviving.

He could not bring himself to throw his life away.

The Saint-Hunting Operation had failed, and nothing he did could change Tang Xiao and the others' fate. Joining the fight now would only get him killed.

Better to flee than die for nothing.

As long as he lived, there would still be a chance.

The youngest Titled Douluo on the continent had weathered enough storms to understand all this in an instant.

Brother, rest assured. I'll lead the Clear Sky Sect and avenge you.

I'll destroy Spirit Hall, whatever the cost!

Tang Hao had already decided what he would do next.

Tang Xiao and the others were doomed, leaving the Clear Sky Sect without a leader. Tang Hao felt too ashamed to return, but these were extraordinary circumstances. If he stayed away, no one could take charge. The sect would fall into chaos, and destroying Spirit Hall would be out of the question.

With Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang on their side, they might yet have a chance to fight someday. Tang Hao would personally train Tang San as well.

Meanwhile, Bai Ye held the rabbit in one hand and raised the enormous Apocalypse Hammer in the other.

"Repent."

As the word left his mouth, he unleashed the Hammer of Repentance on the twelve Soul Douluo.

Its power fell far short of the Apocalypse Orb's, but it still struck with the force of a Soul Douluo. The twelve had already lost the ability to fight under the Apocalypse Orb's assault; several were missing limbs.

They had no strength left to resist an attack of that level.

Boom!

One hammer blow settled it. All twelve Soul Douluo were dead.

To the end, they could not understand how Bai Ye, a Support Soul Master, possessed such terrifying combat strength.

Nor could they understand why Xiao Wu, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, had offered to sacrifice herself.

"Holy Son."

Just then, the eight Soul Douluo who had dealt with the Fifth Elder of the Clear Sky Sect came before Bai Ye and knelt. They were trembling with excitement, their eyes blazing with fervor.

They had seen Bai Ye wipe out twelve Soul Douluo with a single hammer blow. Only now did they realize they had still underestimated the Holy Son.

"Get up. Don't kneel," Bai Ye said evenly. The Spirit Hall Soul Douluo remained on their knees, looking at him in confusion.

"Get up. Don't kneel."

"Don't make me say it a third time."

Only then did they stand, though they remained deeply respectful.

"The operation is over. Let's head back. My teacher will reward you," Bai Ye said calmly. Then he used his Soul Bone Skill to teleport to the battlefield where Chrysanthemum-Ghost Douluo were fighting.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were about to finish off Tang Xiao and the others when they sensed something and spun around.

Bai Ye stood before them, holding a rabbit.

"Xiao Ye!"

Both men were thrilled. They looked Bai Ye over carefully, ignoring the rabbit altogether.

They asked no questions. The fact that Bai Ye stood before them meant the Sacrificial Operation had succeeded completely.

"Uncle Yue, Uncle Gui." Bai Ye smiled and bowed slightly.

Both Titled Douluo stepped aside, refusing to accept his bow.

Clearly, they no longer saw Bai Ye as the child he had been six years ago.

After that, they stopped calling him Xiao Ye and addressed him as Holy Son instead.

"Holy Son, how would you like us to deal with these people?"

Bai Ye frowned slightly and corrected them at once. "Uncle Yue, Uncle Gui, just call me Xiao Ye like you used to."

"Yes, Holy Son," Yue Guan and Gui Mei said almost in unison.

Bai Ye was speechless. Rather than press the matter, he turned toward Tang Xiao and the others, who were barely clinging to life.

In truth, before coming to Sunset Forest, he had never imagined the Clear Sky Sect would dare launch an operation like this.

They had nearly succeeded, too.

Having come so close to dying again, Bai Ye had no shortage of killing intent toward Tang Xiao and the others.

"Where's Ning Fengzhi?" Bai Ye asked, puzzled. "Did he get away?"

Yue Guan laughed. "No, the three elders blasted him to bits."

Gui Mei said, "Heh heh heh, if he hadn't been supporting them, how could we have ended up at a disadvantage? When we unleashed the Bipolar Stasis Domain, naturally, we gave him special attention. He was only a measly Soul Sage..."

Bai Ye nodded slightly.

Just then, Tang Xiao's voice rang out.

"You're Spirit Hall's Holy Son, aren't you? I never imagined you really would be this monstrously talented. Curse it, my Clear Sky Sect..."

Before Tang Xiao could finish, Bai Ye cut him off.

"Curse it? We had no quarrel, yet you wanted to kill me just because I was talented. And you have the nerve to talk about resentment?"

"Fuck you..."

Bai Ye immediately summoned the Apocalypse Hammer into his hand. He slowly walked over, a grim reaper's smile spreading across his face.

Though Tang Xiao was a Titled Douluo, when death truly stared him in the face, he was little different from an ordinary man. He used every ounce of strength to crawl backward, utterly bedraggled.

"What are you going to do?"

His only answer was Bai Ye's merciless Apocalypse Hammer.

Bang!

Tang Xiao escaped—as a spray of blood!