Yu Xiaogang's Death

Crack!

Flender, who had been shouting just a moment earlier, had his head severed with a single stroke. Blood spurted from his neck like a fountain.

Two thuds followed, one as his head hit the ground, the other as his body collapsed.

Flender, one of the Golden Iron Triangle, had been beheaded by Qian Daoliu with a single stroke.

Qian Daoliu, who had been a hundred meters away just a moment earlier, appeared atop the gate tower in the blink of an eye.

This was Qian Daoliu, unrivaled in the skies. No one alive could match his speed.

Having killed a man, Qian Daoliu's expression remained cold.

"Too much noise!"

"Flender, dean of Shrek Academy, you were the root of all evil that would plague the Douluo Continent for tens of thousands of years. Only with you gone can Shrek Academy truly be considered destroyed!"

"Boss Fu!" Liu Erlong cried out in fury. Though she did not love Flender, she respected him as an older brother.

"Qian Daoliu, I'll fight you to the death!"

Liu Erlong forced her fire dragon to possess her. To avenge Flender, she suppressed the backlash from their broken Martial Soul Fusion Skill through sheer willpower and lunged at Qian Daoliu, flames blazing all over her body.

Qian Daoliu shifted slightly to the side, avoiding Liu Erlong's incoming fist, then raised his sword and gently thrust it forward.

His movements were so effortless and graceful that it looked as though Liu Erlong had thrown herself onto his sword tip.

With a crack and a teeth-grating sound of tearing flesh, the sword ripped through Liu Erlong's heart. Sacred flames entered her body, and within moments, nearly all her internal organs had been burned away.

"Ugh... Xiaogang..."

Another woman so hopelessly lovesick that she was beyond saving. Even as she died, she was still murmuring Yu Xiaogang's name.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

Qian Daoliu murmured the name, then turned his disgust-filled gaze toward Yu Xiaogang, who lay on the ground.

This was the man who had come to their Spirit Hall and seduced their Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong, until she wanted to elope with him.

She was the Holy Maiden whom their Spirit Hall had painstakingly raised for over a decade. They had poured countless resources and immense effort into her. She was the heir to the position of Pope.

Yet for a piece of trash with only half a rank of innate Soul Power, she had actually gone so far as to demand to elope.

Back then, out of consideration for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the third-ranked sect in the world, Qian Daoliu had merely driven Yu Xiaogang away rather than killing him outright.

Looking back now, he should have simply killed Yu Xiaogang then.

That would have spared them so many troubles later.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his sword. One step, two steps, three steps-he walked up to Yu Xiaogang, who lay on the ground, and raised his blade.

No one came to save Yu Xiaogang. They could barely look after themselves now; who had any attention to spare for him?

Perhaps Qian Daoliu's killing intent was too intense. Yu Xiaogang's body trembled, and a little life actually returned to his eyes.

As his eyes focused, he saw the cold-faced Qian Daoliu raising the brilliantly golden Sword of Judgment.

His pupils contracted to pinpoints. Yu Xiaogang was so terrified that he lost control of his bowels and bladder, a foul stench rising from his body.

He screamed in a shrill voice:

"You can't kill me!"

"I trained a god! I haven't yet destroyed Spirit Hall at any cost! How can I die here?"

"Qian Daoliu, you can't kill me! If you kill me, my disciple Tang San won't let you get away with it! Didn't you hear what the Sky Screen said? My disciple has the Dual God Fusion of the Sea God and the Asura God! He is a God King!"

"If you dare touch so much as a hair on my head today, when my disciple returns, he'll slaughter your Spirit Hall down to the last chicken and dog!"

The corner of Qian Daoliu's mouth twitched. He looked at Yu Xiaogang with disgust and contempt. How had such a ridiculous little clown managed to attract Bibi Dong back then?

Had Bibi Dong been blind?

Or... had she been controlled by fate... no, by the plot!

That fellow named Tang Jia San Shao had manipulated everything on the Douluo Continent, toyed with everyone's lives, and pulled every string from behind the scenes.

Xue'er, I'll leave the world of Blue Star to you. As for the Douluo Continent, leave it to me.

"Tang San? A God King? Heh, heh, heh... ha, ha, ha! Yu Xiaogang, go wait on the road to the underworld. Before long, I'll send Tang San down to keep you company. This time, I will never repeat those original mistakes. I will not allow anyone to threaten Spirit Hall."

Crack!

Yu Xiaogang's head rolled across the ground. That endlessly chattering mouth could finally no longer make a sound.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's expression, his eyes still open in death, Qian Daoliu felt a surge of satisfaction. The vicious anger that had built up deep in his heart as he watched the Sky Screen all this time-

All of it was released with Yu Xiaogang's death.

Qian Daoliu let out a long breath and thought to himself.

Ji'er, this counts as avenging you.

Yu Xiaogang seduced Bibi Dong. You violated her body to win her back, which led to you dying at her hands later.

What should be done with Bibi Dong? I'll leave that decision to Xue'er.

Now that Yu Xiaogang, the chief culprit, has died by my hand, surely you can rest in peace.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu turned to look.

He saw Ge Long and Dugu Bo taking advantage of the opportunity to escort Xue Ye, Xue Xing, and Xue Beng away from the gate tower.

Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow. Killing intent once again gathered between his brows, and his voice was as cold as the wind blowing from the Far North.

"Only now do you think of running? Isn't it a little late?"

In a flash, Qian Daoliu gave chase.

Xue Ye looked toward Dugu Bo, but Dugu Bo was still thinking about his granddaughter. How could he be willing to risk his life against Qian Daoliu now?

When Xue Ye looked at him, he lowered his head and pretended not to notice.

Yanyan, my Yanyan, if I survive this, I'll take you into seclusion in the mountains and forests. I'll never concern myself with this continent's disputes again...

With no other choice, Xue Ye turned to Ge Long. "Marshal Ge Long, you're the only one I can rely on now!"

In the end, Ge Long was still a loyal marshal of the empire. He stepped forward and stood in Qian Daoliu's path, his eyes wide.

"If you want to harm His Majesty, you'll have to step over my corpse first!"

"Eighth Soul Skill, Yazi's wrath!"

Boom!

Powerful energy fluctuations erupted from Ge Long's body. His strength was indeed formidable enough to merit his position as an imperial marshal. Even among Soul Douluos, he ranked among the best.

Unfortunately...

His opponent's name was Qian Daoliu!

Just one stroke!

Ge Long felt his vision blur, followed by a burst of excruciating pain. Looking down, he saw his body being split in two. From his left shoulder to the right side of his abdomen, one part was slowly sliding away from the other.

His mouth opened, but not a sound emerged. Only great mouthfuls of blood poured out.

As the world spun around him, the light faded from Ge Long's eyes.

As a marshal of the Heaven Dou Empire, Ge Long had at least died a worthy death.

Now that Ge Long was dead, it was everyone else's turn...