Far off in the sky, faint thunder rumbled. A dark silhouette wreathed in purple-black flame flashed through it, and two black-clad Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall plummeted from the sky as though struck by a crushing blow.
"Pfft!"
One black-clad Titled Douluo's face turned deathly pale, and a mouthful of crimson blood sprayed from his lips. Then a faintly illusory soul body slowly drifted out of him, its form so thin it was almost transparent.
"Suction Palm!"
A powerful suction surged from Xiao Yan's palm, drawing the illusory soul body toward him. He took a jade bottle from his soul tool, beckoned with his hand, and stuffed the soul straight inside.
The next second, purple-black flame sprang up on Xiao Yan's finger. It circled the jade bottle before sealing its mouth shut. He repeated the process, capturing the other black-clad Titled Douluo's soul in another jade bottle.
"Bang!"
The two lifeless bodies fell from the sky into Heaven Dou City, crashing onto the hard streets. Dust billowed outward like a tide before dispersing entirely in the gentle breeze.
As the dust cleared, the bodies of Spirit Hall's two black-clad Titled Douluo slowly came into view. Their clothes were torn, their faces deathly pale, and crimson blood spread across their chests.
A closer look revealed their eyes were wide with disbelief, fixed on the cold-faced Black-Robed Youth in the sky with the Black Ruler on his back. Within moments, their eyes turned gray.
As their final traces of life faded, these two Titled Douluo, who had held considerable standing in Spirit Hall, met their inevitable deaths in utter disgrace beneath the gaze of the entire city.
At that moment, almost everyone's thoughts ground to a halt.
Those who had died before them were no Soul Saints or Soul Douluo, but two