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 blocked the Coiling Dragon Staff. The collision unleashed a powerful shock wave, flinging the already weakened Yu Yuanzhen away.

Even Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Yunling nearly lost their footing. They braced themselves against the blast with all their might.

Sword and Bone Douluo stopped twenty meters from the center of the collision and stared.

Who was that? How did he steal my moment?

Ning Fengzhi was the most bewildered. From his earlier conversation with Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, he had been nearly 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 Gu Rong to sweep the 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, with the Clear Sky Sect's near-destruction still fresh in everyone's mind.

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

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

At the 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 feared you and Sixth Brother would ruin things, so he sent me. Good thing I arrived in time, or you would have caused a catastrophe!" Qian Xunji's voice carried a note of rebuke.

"Hmph! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is nothing! My brother and I could destroy it ourselves. So what if the Star Luo Imperial Family joined them? In this world, the two of us can go wherever we please!" Jiang Mo threw back his head, his voice full of arrogance and disdain. Whether he meant it or was acting was anyone's guess.

Then he looked back, narrowing his eyes at Chen Xin and Gu Rong. "Even with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect added in, I have nothing to fear. My brother and I could slaughter every Titled Douluo on the continent outside Spirit Hall!"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong felt a flicker of fear at Jiang Mo's fearless, all-conquering gaze, as though he looked down on everything. They were Titled Douluo, protectors of one of the Upper Three Sects, yet they feared a Spirit Hall Worshipper who had only just emerged from seclusion. They knew that if Spirit Hall chose to strike as it had against the Clear Sky Sect, catching the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect off guard before it could escape, the sect might truly be wiped out.

The fate of the Clear Sky Sect lay right before their eyes.

"Seventh Brother! How can you say such things? How could Spirit Hall act that way? We have always acted openly, fairly, and justly, seeking only to protect the peace and stability of the continent's people! How can you keep talking of slaughter?" Qian Xunji roared. After a long moment, he took a deep breath and said:

"If you keep this up, don't blame me for not warning you when His Holiness the Pope punishes you!"

He then bowed to Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Yunling, Yu Yuanzhen, and Sword and Bone Douluo—even to 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. My name is Yang Tian!" A crushing pressure erupted around him, his aura even stronger than Jiang Mo's!

Another level ninety-six Titled Douluo! Just how many Titled Douluo did 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, and had long kept the continent's high-level Soul Masters in check.

As a result, they had never clearly understood the strength of Titled Douluo above level ninety-five. Only after fighting Qian Jun and Jiang Mo did they grasp the true weight of a Super Douluo.

By their reckoning, Spirit Hall had at least eight Titled Douluo above level ninety-five, and likely no shortage below it. How could such strength not make their hearts tremble?

Ning Fengzhi and his companions had long suspected as much, but seeing another Super Douluo with their own eyes still filled them with shock and fear.

Once he was called out, Ning Fengzhi reacted first. He emerged from hiding with his customary 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." Yet Qian Xunji's gaze held a searching, knowing glint.

Ning Fengzhi noticed it and felt rather 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 spent too many years in seclusion. They enjoy testing their skills against others, and when they heard of Your Majesties' famed Hell White Tiger, they could not resist. They offended you. Please forgive them."

"Hmph!" The beating had cleared Dai Tianfeng's head considerably. With three Super Douluo from Spirit Hall before him, he did not dare lose his temper, even if the Eighth Worshipper seemed easy to talk to. But he would not yield, either.

Those two Worshippers nearly beat my wife and me to death. You ask for forgiveness, and we're supposed to grant it?

"If Your Majesty wishes to continue our 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 hurt you."

"No need!" Dai Tianfeng rose and straightened his clothes, recovering some of his imperial bearing. Zhu Yunling stood beside him.

Qian Xunji looked back at Ning Fengzhi. "Sect Master Ning, if you wish to spar, I would be glad to face the esteemed Sword and Bone Douluo at any time."

"You are too kind, Eighth Worshipper. Watching the Sixth and Seventh Worshippers fight today was more than enough. Fengzhi learned a great deal." Ning Fengzhi waved a hand. He wanted to gauge the Eighth Worshipper's strength, but he had no wish to see another fight now. 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? Would you like to continue sparring?"

"No!"

Yu Yuanzhen answered bitterly. All of them understood that the Eighth Worshipper wanted to frame the fight as a sparring match. They wanted to object, but the beating had frightened them. They could only grit their teeth and accept it.

"Ahem. Since everyone has reconciled, please join me for a tour of Spirit Hall's scenic area at the former Clear Sky Sect Ruins. I would be happy to answer any questions you have."

"Hmph! No need! I'm returning to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Farewell!" Yu Yuanzhen gave him no face and turned to leave. He had no desire to stay any longer.

"No need to rush, 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 the tragedy of the Clear Sky Sect will not happen again." Qian Xunji's immense Soul Power locked onto Yu Yuanzhen. He had never intended to let Yu Yuanzhen leave. Yu was the chicken he meant to kill to warn the monkeys. Besides, Qian Xunji was very interested in Yu Yuanzhen's fine son. He would have to take good care of him later.