Su Yu turned around and looked calmly at the two of them. His Rinnegan slowly faded, returning to his original black eyes.
"From this day forward, they will be Spirit Hall's sharpest blades."
He waved a hand, and all six figures dropped to one knee simultaneously, their movements unnervingly precise.
"Let's go."
With a thought from Su Yu, the Flying Thunder God Formula appeared beneath everyone's feet.
Su Yu and the others vanished from the ruins, leaving behind only blood-soaked earth to bear witness to the Clear Sky Sect's destruction.
Martial Soul Holy City-
Thinking back on everything they had just witnessed, then looking at Su Yu before them, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were both filled with emotion.
Just what level had His Highness the Holy Son's strength reached?
The former number one sect in the world-the Clear Sky Sect-had been wiped out by His Highness the Holy Son alone in less than an hour!
Before the two could dwell on it much longer, Su Yu vanished from before them.
Inside Pope Hall-
Bibi Dong had been lost in thought, but when she saw Su Yu suddenly appear, her eyes instantly filled with joy.
"Xiao Yu!"
"Dong'er! I'm back. From this day forward, the Clear Sky Sect is history!"
Looking at the woman before him, with her noble bearing and exquisite beauty, Su Yu's lips curved into a smile.
He stepped forward and gently drew Bibi Dong into his arms.
Bibi Dong stiffened slightly, then relaxed, resting her head against Su Yu's chest and feeling his familiar, warm presence.
"Are... are you all right?"
She asked softly, a trace of worry in her voice.
Su Yu shook his head and said quietly, "I'm fine. I just used some of my power and depleted a little of it."
He released