"E-enemy... attack..."
A hoarse voice roared out, so clear in the silent, deep night that almost everyone heard it.
Guido Weiss and his third younger brother, Wilbur Weiss, hurried out of the main hall at the sound and headed for the square in front of it, but it was too late...
In an instant, arrows rained down, bringing the explosions of Fire Type, the penetration of Metal Type, the tremors of Earth Type, the bone-chilling cold of Water System, the draining of Life Force by Wood Type, the extreme speed and cutting of Wind Type, the electrical destruction of Lightning Type, and other Attribute powers.
The power of Earth Type, Wind Type, and Lightning Type in particular wreaked such havoc on Red Forest Mountain, a small mountain only three or four hundred meters tall, that calling it an Earth Tremor was no exaggeration.
The many defensive measures and ancient wooden pavilions couldn't withstand the attack. They were pierced, struck, blasted askew, and brought crashing down, leaving the place in utter disarray.
"Who dares attack our Demon Sheep Sect!" roared Guido Weiss, the sect master of the Demon Sheep Sect, whose Cultivation Level was Level 77 Soul Saint.
"Seventh Soul Skill-Demon Sheep Avatar!"
A pitch-black mountain goat, ten meters tall and several dozen meters long, with a vertical eye on its forehead, appeared out of nowhere. But there were too many arrows for it to defend against them all.
After several waves of attacks, dust billowed several meters into the air, sand and stones flew, and buildings collapsed.
The Soul Saints were more or less all right, but those below them weren't safe-not even the Soul Emperors. Hundreds of people had been wounded or killed. Many had died in their sleep, and even more were buried beneath the wreckage.
The guards on the southern side had been hit by these three waves of attacks, and nearly six or seven out of every ten low-rank Soul Masters had been lost. The east and west sides had also been struck, while the north, sheltered behind the mountain, had fared somewhat better. It was difficult for the rain of arrows to reach it.
The Demon Sheep Sect had set up three lines of defense from the mountain gate to the main hall. Ordinarily, even if someone launched a surprise attack, they would have enough time to react.
They hadn't expected an assault on the mountain with such a terrifying rain of arrows. No-calling it a bombardment with crossbow artillery was more fitting.
Ten Thousand Arrows Pierce the Clouds was the Seven Extremes Bow Yang Family's Secret Technique, renowned throughout the world. It split off one arrow for each of the archer's Attribute types, multiplying the number of arrows by powers. For example, a Soul Emperor would fire 6 × 6 × 6 ×...
A Soul Saint could split them endlessly using the Seven Attributes, and each arrow was no weaker than a Soul Ancestor's strike. The stronger ones could rival a Soul King or Soul Emperor.
It was said that when a Titled Douluo mastered it to a profound level, they could turn one arrow into ten thousand. Just now, with Ning Ze and Chen Jingyao's support, Yang Jingxue had turned one into ten thousand right before everyone's eyes.
The Seven Extremes Bow, the only bow-type Martial Soul among the most powerful Ninth Grade Martial Souls-truly terrifying!
At the same time, countless black shadows surged in from all directions like a rising tide. Cries of battle echoed through the sky in wave after wave, and screams rang out without end.
Wilbur Weiss's voice was clearly panicked. "Big Brother, that's the Seven Extremes Bow. It's them. The situation looks bad."
Guido Weiss's face turned ashen. "Third Brother, take the Children and escape through the secret passage. Hurry, leave now!"
"Guido Weiss, none of you are going anywhere!" A roar rang out. The heavy, metallic voice made everyone's mind reel.
A powerful, fiery-red blade aura cleaved toward them. The Soul Power radiating from it was so agitating that their Qi-Blood surged.
"Sixth Soul Skill-Dark Demon Horn!"
In his Martial Soul Avatar state, a Demon Sheep's head more than ten meters tall lowered its enormous Demon Horn and rammed it toward the blade aura.
"Clang..." Guido Weiss was sent flying, stumbling backward with every step. He cried out, "Soul Douluo! That's the Karmaflame Demon Blade Martial Soul. You're from the Ximen Family!"
"Ximen Rongcheng of the Ximen Family, Level 87 Soul Douluo."
As he spoke, Ximen Rongcheng strode forward with an imposing voice. Chen Xun, Chen Jingyao, Zhu Tianhao, and the others followed behind him. Ning Ze hadn't come; it wasn't convenient for him to show himself.
Guido Weiss froze for a moment. Given his standing, he naturally knew who Ximen Rongcheng was. He drew a deep breath. "We only proposed increasing the Great Soul Arena's share in Yier City. It was something we could have discussed. And yet you actually brought people to attack our mountain gate!"
Ximen Rongcheng spoke coolly, looking down on him. "Some precedents must not be set, some things must not be done, and some people must not be offended!"
At that moment, a Divine Stele shot up into the heavens, more than a thousand meters high, blotting out the sky and sun. Even the Void trembled incessantly under the stele's suppression.
An aged voice rang out along with a sound from the sky. "Ninth Soul Skill-Heaven Suppressing Mystic Stele: Transform!"
The Divine Stele transformed into two or three hundred smaller black steles that rained down from the sky, their white inscriptions shining as they rippled with a profound, mysterious quality. A huge black-and-white energy barrier enveloped all of Red Forest Mountain and seeped down into the earth.
"Fang Yuan, you old bastard! You're wiping us out root and branch, exterminating my entire Demon Sheep Sect!" An aged voice came from far away on the Back Mountain. "I'll fight you to the death today. Even if I die, I'll knock out one of your teeth!"
The old voice continued to ring out. "Bartosz Weiss, anyone can make big claims. Since you're still alive, then fall together with the Demon Sheep Sect today!"
Guido Weiss gritted his teeth. "Heaven-Suppressing Douluo-Fang Yuan!"
Ximen Rongcheng said scornfully, "You'd better worry about yourself first!"
The eight Soul Rings at his feet-two yellow, two purple, and four black-lit up. In his hand was a blade with a four-foot blade and a one-foot hilt, red from end to end. Crimson fire lotuses were engraved on the blade, while cloud patterns adorned the hilt. It was imposing!
"Sixth Soul Skill-Dragonflame Explosive Strike!"
A ferocious flaming dragon coiled out from the blade and swept toward Guido Weiss.
"Fifth Soul Skill-Earthquake!"
Guido Weiss roared. The ground shook violently, and countless earth spikes burst up around him at tremendous speed, crisscrossing as they shot toward the dragon.
The Three-Eyed Demon Sheep possessed Dark, Earth Type, and Mental System Attributes.
"Boom, boom..." A few breaths later, the flying dragon suddenly unfurled, scattering into countless sparks that fell within a little over one zhang of Guido Weiss. Blazing flames immediately erupted across the area.
Ximen Rongcheng's attack set off a large-scale battle between the two sides.
To the east, the Demon Sheep Sect had a small pass. A dozen or so li beyond it ran the main north-south road of the Star Luo Empire.
The Demon Sheep Sect had invested heavily in Vanguard Town, which lay beside the Official Road. It was the passage second only to the one outside the southern mountain gate in terms of defenses.
A Phoenix more than twenty meters across raged in the sky. One phoenix head and seven "fire orbs" formed the Nihong Avatar.
Its extreme heat, fierce and explosive flames, and speed-among the very best of flying birds-made it a Top Tier Beast Martial Soul that could fully rival the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
More than a dozen Flying Soul Masters from the Demon Sheep Sect struggled to resist it, and one or two corpses fell from the sky every so often.
"You can't stop me, damn it! Die! Sixth Soul Skill-Demonflame Soul-Burning Formation!" a rakishly handsome show-off shouted.
Ma Zhibin was an exceedingly handsome middle-aged man. It wouldn't have been the least bit surprising to say he was only thirty.
His nose was straight, his lips a vivid shade of red. When he smiled, he was like a swan feather drifting down; when he was silent, he was cold as ice. The profile of his face was sharp as if carved by a knife, with distinct angles that nonetheless retained a graceful beauty.
There was even a flame-shaped mark between his brows. He was truly captivating. It was rare for a man to be born this beautiful.
A huge Magic Formation appeared in the sky, and more than a dozen enormous fireballs hurtled toward the Demon Sheep Sect's Flying Soul Masters. They could lock onto their targets, leaving no way to dodge; the only options were to counterattack or withstand them head-on.
These fireballs didn't just burn the body; they could also burn the soul.
The Demon Sheep Sect's Flying Soul Masters scattered to evade them, in an extremely sorry state.
Long Wenkai, on the ground, covered his forehead. "Oh my heavens, he's already several decades old, yet Zhibin still acts like such a rascal."
He shouted to those around him, "Everyone, hurry up and attack. We need to get to the main peak and regroup!"
"Eighth Soul Skill-Annihilating Azure Dragon!"