Delusion Douluo

The expected clash between the Seven Kills Sword and the Coiling Dragon Staff never came.

Ten meters above Yu Yuanzhen's head, a Red Greatsword intercepted the Coiling Dragon Staff. The collision unleashed a powerful shockwave that hurled the already weakened Yu Yuanzhen away.

Even Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Yunling nearly lost their footing. They braced themselves desperately against the impact.

Sword and Bone Douluo stopped twenty meters from the collision, staring in astonishment.

Who is that? Why is he stealing my moment?

Ning Fengzhi was the most bewildered of all. From his earlier conversation with Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, he had been almost certain there were no other Titled Douluo here. Spirit Hall's other Titled Douluo had all returned to Spirit Hall.

He had also asked Uncle Sword and Uncle Gu to sweep the surrounding area with their spiritual power. They had found no other powerful soul masters.

That was why he had decided to play peacemaker. Otherwise, he would never have dared, not with the near-destruction of the Clear Sky Sect still fresh in everyone's minds.

"Seventh Brother, what are you doing?" A handsome man with refined features and a gentle air—even gentler than Ning Fengzhi's—had blocked Jiang Mo's Coiling Dragon Staff with a crimson greatsword.

"Eighth Brother? What brings you here?" Jiang Mo feigned surprise.

Hearing that form of address, Qian Xunji recalled his memories of Blue Star, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Still, he answered:

"His Holiness the Pope was afraid you and Sixth Brother would make a mess of things, so he sent me. Luckily, I arrived in time. Otherwise, you would have caused a disaster!" Qian Xunji's voice carried a note of reproach.

"Hmph! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is nothing! My brother and I could destroy it ourselves. So what if the Star Luo Empire's imperial family joined in? In this world, the two of us can go wherever we please!" Jiang Mo raised his head, his tone proud and disdainful. Whether he meant it or was merely acting was anyone's guess.

He suddenly looked back and narrowed his eyes at Chen Xin and Gu Rong. "Even if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect joined them, I wouldn't be afraid. My brother and I could wipe out every Titled Douluo on the continent outside Spirit Hall!"

At the fearless, unstoppable arrogance in Jiang Mo's eyes, Chen Xin and Gu Rong felt a flicker of fear. They were Titled Douluo, the guardians of one of the Upper Three Sects, yet they feared a Spirit Hall worshipper who had only just emerged. They knew that if Spirit Hall chose to act as it had against the Clear Sky Sect, striking before the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could escape, it might truly destroy the sect.

The fate of the Clear Sky Sect was a warning right before their eyes.

"Seventh Brother! How can you say that? Spirit Hall would never act that way! We have always acted openly and fairly, seeking only to protect the peace and security of the continent's people! How can you speak so casually of slaughter?" Qian Xunji roared. After a long moment, he took a deep breath and said:

"If you keep this up, don't say I didn't warn you when His Holiness the Pope punishes you!"

He then bowed to Dai Tianfeng and his wife, Yu Yuanzhen, and Sword and Bone Douluo. He even bowed toward Ning Fengzhi, who was still hiding in the shadows.

"Everyone, allow me to introduce myself. I am Spirit Hall's Eighth Worshipper, a level ninety-six Titled Douluo! My title is Delusion Douluo, and my name is Yang Tian!" An immense pressure erupted around him, its force even greater than Jiang Mo's.

Another level ninety-six Titled Douluo! Just how many Titled Douluo does Spirit Hall have?

Yu Yuanzhen, Dai Tianfeng, and Zhu Yunling were shaken. Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo had rarely appeared in public, much less clashed with those of other factions, while keeping the continent's high-level soul masters in check.

As a result, they had never truly understood the strength of Titled Douluo above level ninety-five. Their battle with Qian Jun and Jiang Mo had finally shown them what Super Douluo were capable of.

By their estimate, Spirit Hall had at least eight Titled Douluo above level ninety-five, and likely plenty below that level as well. How could such strength not alarm them?

Ning Fengzhi and his two companions had suspected as much, but seeing another Super Douluo with their own eyes still left them shocked—and afraid.

Once he had been called out, Ning Fengzhi reacted first. He stepped into view with his usual practiced smile and bowed with clasped hands.

"Greetings, Eighth Worshipper. Fortunately, you arrived in time. Otherwise, the continent might have fallen into chaos again."

"Greetings, Sect Master Ning. You flatter me. Even if I hadn't come, I'm sure you could have stopped Seventh Brother." But as Qian Xunji spoke, a searching look entered his eyes.

Ning Fengzhi noticed it and felt somewhat awkward.

Qian Xunji turned to Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Yunling and bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my sixth and seventh brothers for their recklessness. They are rough men who have lived in seclusion for years and grown restless. They enjoy sparring, and when they heard of Your Majesty and the Empress's famed Hell White Tiger, they couldn't resist testing themselves against you. They meant no offense. I hope Your Majesty will pardon them."

"Hmph!" The beating had brought Dai Tianfeng back to his senses. With three Super Douluo from Spirit Hall present, he did not dare lose his temper, even if this Eighth Worshipper seemed easy to talk to. But he would not yield, either.

Your two worshippers nearly beat us to death, and you expect me to pardon them just because you ask?

"If Your Majesty wishes to continue sparring, I can take the place of my sixth and seventh brothers. I'm not a rough man like Seventh Brother. I certainly won't injure you."

"That won't be necessary!" Dai Tianfeng rose and straightened his clothes, recovering a measure of imperial dignity. The Empress stood with him.

Qian Xunji turned back to Ning Fengzhi. "Sect Master Ning, if you wish to spar, I would be happy to face the two seniors, Sword and Bone, at any time."

"That is kind of you, Eighth Worshipper. Watching the Sixth and Seventh Worshippers fight today was more than enough. I learned a great deal." Ning Fengzhi waved the offer away. He wanted to gauge the Eighth Worshipper's strength, but the last thing he wanted now was another fight. If things got out of hand, who knew how many more Titled Douluo were nearby? He had no intention of dying here.

"And you, Sect Master Yu? Do you wish to continue sparring?"

"No!"

Yu Yuanzhen answered angrily. They all understood that the Eighth Worshipper wanted to define the fight as a sparring match. They wanted to object, but they had been thoroughly beaten and could only grit their teeth and accept it.

"Ahem. Since you have all made peace, please join me for a tour of Spirit Hall's scenic grounds at the former Clear Sky Sect Ruins. I would be happy to answer your questions."

"Hmph! No need! I'm returning to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Farewell!" Yu Yuanzhen gave him no courtesy. He turned to leave, unwilling to stay a moment longer.

"Not so fast, Sect Master Yu. I came because Spirit Hall's New Pope wishes to invite you all to Spirit Hall to discuss the continent's affairs and establish new rules for the soul master world, so that the tragedy of the Clear Sky Sect is never repeated." Qian Xunji's immense Soul Power locked onto Yu Yuanzhen. He had never intended to spare Yu Yuanzhen's pride. The man was the example he meant to make of someone, after all. Besides, Qian Xunji was very interested in Yu Yuanzhen's dear son. He would have to take good care of him later.