Doomsday for the Douluo Continent, Disbanding the Upper Three Sects

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The three paced back and forth in the hall in a panic, utterly at a loss over what to do.

Sea God Island was gone, the God King had fallen, and the army would soon arrive.

Every last one of these spelled certain doom, with no way out.

After a long while, Gu Rong gritted his teeth and suddenly spoke.

"How about... we use Yu Xiaogang to take the blade again?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at him speechlessly.

"Do you think they're a bunch of fucking idiots?"

"Once was enough, and you want to try twice? They fell for it once. Would they fall for it again?"

Chen Xin shook his head, his voice low.

"Having someone take the blade won't help."

"They managed to become gods. They're no fools, and every one of them who made a move was ruthless and decisive. Just look at what happened to Sea God Island."

He paused and let out a long breath.

"This time, we're truly finished..."

Deathly silence filled the hall.

After a long time, Ning Fengzhi slowly closed his eyes, as though he had finally made some decision.

"Yes... everyone must die someday."

"Right, let's disband the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Let all the disciples flee... scatter among the common people, hide their names, and preserve a little of our bloodline!"

Gu Rong and Chen Xin exchanged a glance.

Both aged faces were steeped in sorrow.

The sect whose legacy had endured for so many years would be dissolved by their own hands today.

"...All right."

Both nodded.

Ning Fengzhi heaved a long sigh, then suddenly remembered something. A trace of relief flickered in his eyes.

"At least... Rongrong didn't offend them... and she isn't here..."

Gu Rong nodded.

"Yes... she belongs to Shrek. She hasn't been in the same boat as our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a long time."

"When she finds out someday, don't let her come back... let her fly far away with Shrek."

Chen Xin stroked the Seven Kill Sword at his waist, remaining silent for a long time.

In the end, he merely murmured one sentence.

"If possible... I truly hope she can go and see that mysterious Holy Spirit Continent for us..."

"It's just a pity that we..."

He left the words unfinished.

There was no need to finish them.

The three shook their heads, turned away, and went to attend to their respective tasks.

In the vast hall, only a solitary lamp remained, flickering in the dusk.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Yuanzhen slumped beneath the Jade Throne in the Sect Master's Hall, his thunderous aura of might utterly gone.

News of Sea God Island's destruction, the God King's defeat, and the enemy army bearing down upon them had already spread across the continent. What lay before the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was likewise certain doom, with no room to turn things around.

Several elders stood to one side, their faces ashen. An oppressive, deathly silence filled the hall, and none could devise a plan to reverse their perilous situation.

Yu Yuanzhen slowly braced his hands against the floor and tried to rise, only to sink back down helplessly.

He abruptly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. The sharp crack echoed through the empty hall.

"It's all because I ran my mouth..."

His voice was hoarse, regret churning in his eyes.

"If I hadn't indulged in a moment of boasting back then, how could I have brought disaster down on the entire clan! My momentary arrogance has doomed the whole Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"How can I face our ancestors after I die!!!"

Yu Yuanzhen slapped himself across the face again and again.

The elders were alarmed and wanted to step forward to console him, yet could find nothing to say.

The dragon's might that could once tear through the clouds had now vanished without a trace.

He closed his eyes briefly, and his hoarse voice rang out again.

"Convey the clan master's order. Disperse all disciples immediately."

"Order everyone to remove their clan insignia, flee in separate directions, and hide their names to preserve our bloodline. They must not gather to resist."

One elder was deeply shaken and stepped forward.

"Clan Master! Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has endured for a thousand years. How can we simply disband!"

"A head-on fight will only end in the extermination of the entire clan."

Yu Yuanzhen slowly shook his head, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Don't place your hopes in anyone, including Yu Xiaogang. No one can shelter us now."

The elder's lips moved, but in the end, he could only nod heavily.

The Clear Sky Sect.

Inside the Clear Sky Sect's main hall, surrounded by mountains, Tang Xiao fell into a long silence after watching the Heavenly Screen.

Even the God King had been defeated. Relying on the Clear Sky Sect's mountain stronghold alone, they had no strength to withstand the menacing army.

He wasted no words arguing and soon issued the same orders as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He ordered the disciples dispersed, instructing everyone to remove their Clear Sky Hammer insignia, descend the mountain separately, and go into hiding to preserve their bloodline.

The elders beside him looked utterly unwilling, but when they thought of Sea God Island's fate, they ultimately could not bring themselves to urge a fight.

Tang Xiao looked beyond the mountains and silently told himself.

Fortunately, Tang San hasn't acknowledged his ancestry and returned to the sect. Someday, the Clear Sky Sect will still have its chance to rise.

The mountain wind swept through the empty hall. The Clear Sky Sect, whose might had once shaken the continent, quietly disbanded just like that...

At this moment, the Upper Three Sects were completely united in their decision to disband.

It was not long before the news reached the two great empires, and even Spirit Hall would soon receive the intelligence.

The Papal Hall.

Before the Heavenly Screen's golden light had fully faded, the rewards belonging to Qian Jun and Jiang Mo had already descended.

A faint golden radiance coiled around the two Coiling Dragon Staffs, and the coiling dragon patterns on their shafts abruptly came alive.

Two powerful dragon roars rumbled low as the long-slumbering Heavenly Awakening Sacred Golden Dragons fully awakened.

Two vast surges of draconic power answered each other from between the twin brothers, and the bond of Twin Dragon Resonance quietly took shape.

Their Soul Power steadily rose, light surging over their Soul Rings as they completed the transformation shown by the Heavenly Screen.

Yet there was not the slightest joy in the hall at receiving powerful aid.

Everyone watched the scrolling comments from the Holy Spirit Continent's viewers on the Heavenly Screen.

Coupled with Sea God Island's destruction and the news that the Divine Realm already intended to abandon the Douluo Continent, a bone-piercing despair enveloped the entire Worship Hall.

Even though Qian Jun and Jiang Mo had been strengthened by the Heavenly Screen, when they thought of how their counterparts on the other side were God Kings...

And with the Jingming's army about to arrive, even the strongest Titled Douluo seemed no more than a candle guttering in the wind...

Within the vast Papal Hall, only two low, lingering dragon roars and a deathly silence remained...

Golden Crocodile Douluo turned to Bibi Dong and angrily rebuked her.

"This is all your fault! You should never have gone along with Yu Xiaogang's nonsense. Has your lovesick brain addled your wits?"

"You should have died back then!!! Without you, none of this damned mess would have happened."

"What good does blaming me do at this point?"

Bibi Dong raised her eyes, her gaze cold.

"Rather than assigning blame, think carefully about how we should respond now."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's chest heaved violently, full of helplessness and indignation.

"What could I possibly do? Even the Sea God and the God King were defeated. The Divine Realm is planning to abandon us!"

Bibi Dong stepped forward, a glint of staking everything on one last gamble igniting in her eyes.

"Strike back!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils contracted sharply. The words all but burst from his mouth, filled with disbelief.

"Are you courting death?"

Bibi Dong rose, swept her hand grandly, and declared boldly as her skirts fluttered.

"Even if we die, we absolutely cannot let them look down on our Douluo Continent like this!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo furrowed his brows and began to ponder.

We're going to die anyway. Why not stake everything on a fight?

At least we'd die with backbone.

Then Golden Crocodile spoke.

"Then we'll have to unite the Upper Three Sects and the two great empires!"