Old Poison Chewed the Chrysanthemum Petals to Shreds
With a deafening roar like muffled thunder, the bare, rocky hill behind the Canyon was violently hurled into the air!
A massive, emerald-green python, over thirty feet long and twice as thick as a water vat, suddenly stood up, clinging to the rocky ridge. Its pair of gleaming green eyes resembled two ghastly green lanterns hanging atop a desolate grave. With each flick of its tongue, a foul-smelling, bitter poisonous mist poured out like a basin of thick ink, turning the golden light pressing down from above into a dark bluish-black.
"Yue Guan! You old eunuch without testicles, how dare you touch the brat I'm protecting?"
A hoarse voice, mixed with a strange laugh, echoed back and forth in the mountain gully.
Dugu Bo's dark green robe billowed like a large sail in the gale, and nine heavy Soul Rings— two yellow, two purple, and five black—whistled and spun into the sky from beneath his feet!
Ever since he used the method Ling Yun gave him in Sunset Forest, the Old Poison's bones have become more than 30% stronger. In previous years, when he ran into Yue Guan, he didn't even dare to utter any harsh words. But today, upon meeting him, he didn't even bother with any probing moves. He directly attacked with his Seventh Soul Ring Martial Soul Avatar without any fancy moves!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Golden petals struck the hard, unyielding snake scales, sending sparks flying everywhere like a blacksmith striking iron, shearing all the tangled trees on the cliff tops into bare stumps.
"Dugu Bo?"
Yue Guan swayed twice in mid-air, her pale, alluring face showing both shock and disgust. "You old serpent, instead of waiting to die in the mud, you dare to wade into the Papal Hall's mess?!"
"The Papal Hall is nothing!"
Dugu Bo grinned, gulped, and spat out a mouthful of thick, scalding Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor venom straight at Yue Guan: "If this brat loses a single hair, I'll sneak into Spirit City tonight and pour three catties of snake saliva into the old well that your Worship Hall drinks from! I'll make sure all your disciples and their followers rot inside out!"
"Madman! You despicable old bastard!!"
Yue Guan screamed, disgustedly flicking his sleeves. His Eighth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and the enormous Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum transformed into a sky full of golden shields in mid-air, colliding head-on with Green Poison!
The two Titled Douluo Final Gambit lives above, and the aftershocks of their overflowing power caused the pebbles on the Canyon floor to bounce around like beans being fried in an iron pot.
And on the rocky beach below.
Several black-clad Soul Saints who had taken advantage of the chaos saw Dugu Bo's hands and feet being restrained, their eyes flashing with ferocity, and they rushed straight towards the Carriage Blue Tyrant Academy was protecting in the middle of the room, their bodies skimming the ground!
"Cut off those two support players first! Cut off their escape route!!"
The leader, a black-clad Soul Saint, grinned maliciously as he swung his Mountain-Cleaving Heavy Axe, which was enveloped in a swirling, malevolent wind, and cleaved through the air towards Ning Rongrong, who was holding the pagoda!
Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale. Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda she was holding was shimmering with light, her support-type body was as fragile as paper. In front of this axe wind that could split mountains and cleave rocks, her two feet felt like they were stuck to mud, and she couldn't even move an inch.
Tai Long roared and tried to rush forward to block, but was blocked by another black-clad Soul Emperor on the flank with Long Spear.
"Rongrong, watch out!!"
Oscar's eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't even think straight. He grabbed two Big Sausages and lunged forward, using his thin shoulders to shield Ning Rongrong.
The axe blade tore through the air, and the pungent killing intent was no more than three feet away from the two men's foreheads!
Just as Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip and subconsciously closed her eyes—
Smack
A very light, crisp splash suddenly exploded above their heads.
There was no earth-shattering clash of Soul Power.
A deep blue Water Blade, only a foot long and as thin as the ice on a river in the dead of winter, silently swept down from the roof of the car, as precise as a sharp pair of scissors in the hands of an old tailor, gently gliding along the iron handle of the black-clad Soul Saint's axe.
Sizzle!
The rough axe handle, forged from refined iron, was as brittle as frozen tofu in front of this thin Water Blade, breaking cleanly in two!
Not just axes.
Before the black-clad Soul Saint could even suppress his ferocious smile, a thin red line appeared right in the middle of his Adam's apple. Before any blood or foam could even Spit Up, Ling Yun's figure had already silently landed half a step in front of Ning Rongrong and Oscar, stepping on the water.
With his hands still in his shorts pockets, the boy didn't even blink; he simply lifted his right foot and casually kicked it forward.
Meteor Fall!
Bang--!
The black-clad Soul Saint's massive body was like a punctured ball. He didn't even have time to scream before his sternum caved in, forming a large bloody crater. He flew backward for more than ten feet, smashing into the hard mountain wall with a loud bang, creating a dent, before sliding down like soft mud and dying.
The surrounding shouts of battle seemed to subside in that instant.
Ning Rongrong suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the tall, steady, dark blue figure blocking her way. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to break her ribs.
Growing up, she was the little princess cherished by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School. Her two Grandfathers, Jian Gu and Jian Bone, always protected her when she went out. But never before had she been so domineering and unreasonable as to be blocked behind her by a boy of her generation.
Oscar, sitting slumped on the gravel ground beside her, was panting heavily, his hands still tightly gripping Ning Rongrong's skirt. He stared at the heavy axe broken in two on the ground, cold sweat streaming down his back and down his chin.
Ling Yun turned his head, glancing sideways at Oscar on the ground, a faint smile playing on his lips:
"Little Ao, you've got guts. You used your bare body to block the Soul Saint's axe, you didn't disgrace me."
Oscar swallowed hard, forcing a dry laugh. "Brother Yun... I'm not much of a talent, but I can't just stand by and watch my own people get hurt."
"I'll remember those three words: 'family.'"
Ling Yun raised his hand and casually pinched Ning Rongrong's pale face, which made the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect let out a soft snort, and her cheeks flushed red.
"Rongrong, hold the pagoda steady, don't let your hands shake."
Ling Yun glanced up at the dark, deep end of the Canyon, his tone as indifferent as someone buying a pancake at a morning market:
"A mere seven-story tower, its amplification is still a bit too short. Once we get through this mess and into Spirit City, I'll find you some good herbs to chew on and completely patch up the holes in your tower, so you won't always be treated like an easy target in every fight."
Ning Rongrong's mind exploded.
Patch up the hole?!
For thousands of years, countless brilliant ancestors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have failed to break the seven-ring death curse until their deaths! It is a deep-seated anguish etched into the bones of the entire sect for hundreds of years!
But when Ling Yun uttered these words, it was as casual as plucking a scallion from the back garden.
Ning Rongrong gripped the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda tightly in her hand, looking at the young man's profile. The arrogance of a wealthy young lady that had been in her eyes completely melted away, leaving only a heart full of trembling and almost blind faith.
Just then...
A chilling cold suddenly arose from the darkest, most shadowy corner of the Canyon.
The cold air was a hundred times more biting than ice water in winter, and even the sunlight was eerily swallowed up and disappeared without a trace!
Call--!
A long, thin shadow with no facial features, shrouded in thick black smoke, silently emerged from the void like a venomous snake. Two pale, withered claws tore through the air and viciously clawed down at Ling Yun's nape!
Level 95 Agility Attack System Titled Douluo – Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei!
"You little bastard, die!!"
This claw strike was premeditated, extremely vicious and ruthless, without even causing the slightest air tremor.
However, Ling Yun, who was standing in front of the Carriage, didn't even turn his head.
He didn't even move his heels back an inch.
Clang!
A sharp, clear sword cry, seemingly capable of tearing a gaping hole in the sky, suddenly and unexpectedly resounded above the entire Canyon!
That was the violent, murderous roar of countless invisible Sword Qi crisscrossing the sky!
"Gui Mei, your Spirit Hall's work style is truly getting worse with age."
High in the sky, a massive, ancient, and heavy sword, thirty feet long, crashed down with a thunderous roar. Wherever the sword light passed, the eerie and ghostly aura that filled the sky melted away like snow being splashed with boiling water!
With his white Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, firmly planted on the hilt of a greatsword. His wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his face was as cold as a ruthless sword immortal descended from the heavens.
"Dare to touch anyone from my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School? My Seven Kill Sword... will be the first to slay you, you cowardly, filthy devil!"