Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance and nodded at the same time, their eyes filled with awe and fervor.
This was Spirit Hall's Saint Son!
This was a being powerful enough to overturn the entire continent!
The dust gradually cleared. The once-imposing fortress of the Clear Sky Sect had been reduced to ruins.
Blood and scorched earth filled the shattered walls and rubble, and even the air reeked with a nauseating stench of blood.
As Su Yu turned and gazed into the distance, the Senju Wooden Buddha that towered between heaven and earth slowly dissipated into the air.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo darted back and forth through the ruins of the Clear Sky Sect, their figures as swift as phantoms.
Every time they stopped, another life vanished at their hands.
The Clear Sky Sect disciples fortunate enough to survive were now lambs awaiting slaughter.
They fled in every direction through the ruins, cries and pleas for mercy rising one after another, yet failing to stir the slightest pity in the two Douluos.
"Ah-! Don't kill me! I'm an outer disciple of the Clear Sky Sect! I don't know anything!"
A young Clear Sky Sect disciple knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing, his forehead already streaming with blood.
Chrysanthemum Douluo snorted coldly, condensed his Soul Power into a golden chrysanthemum at his fingertips, and flicked it lightly.
Squelch-
The chrysanthemum of Soul Power instantly pierced the disciple's skull. His body slumped limply to the ground, never to make another sound.
"Hmph. Not a single person from the Clear Sky Sect will leave alive."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice was icy. His figure flashed as he darted off in another direction.
Elsewhere, Ghost Douluo moved like a black specter, slipping silently through the ruins.
Every sweep of the Ghost Claw Soul