"Arrogant! Take him down!"
The Soul Douluo- level guard captain roared, his Clear Sky Hammer gleaming brightly as he charged forward, bringing a violent gust of wind with him as he smashed it down.
The other disciples also revealed their Martial Soul, their various Soul Ring shining brightly, and their Soul Skill intertwined to form a deadly net, enveloping Toji.
In an instant, Soul Power surged, and killing intent filled the air.
Faced with an attack that would have made even ordinary Titled Douluo flustered, Toji didn't even lift an eyelid.
He gripped his broadsword and charged forward.
A dark red afterimage flashed through the crowd!
The sound of flesh being sliced apart rang out. The captain of the Soul Douluo team, who was at the forefront, didn't even have time to land his powerful hammer blow. His entire body, along with his extraordinary Clear Sky Hammer, was instantly cleaved from his brow to his groin by an invisible, extremely sharp blade.
The two neatly arranged corpses, covered in splattered blood and entrails, fell to the left and right sides.
Then came the second, the third...
Those disciples who unleashed their Soul Skill, whether Soul King or Soul Saint, found their protective Soul Power, their hardened Martial Soul, and even their bodies as fragile as paper the moment they came into contact with that dark red blade light.
Arms detached from body, head flying off, body slashed diagonally... No one can withstand a single blow.
No attack could even touch a corner of Toji's clothing.
The crimson glint of the blade, like the paintbrush of death, splashed and slashed wildly through the crowd.
Wherever it went, all that remained were severed limbs, gushing fountains of blood, and abruptly silenced screams.
The pungent, almost overwhelming stench of blood instantly filled the entire mountain gate platform.
Scalding hot blood splattered onto the cold stone steps and ancient rock walls, hissing and rising in wisps of blood mist.
The fortress gates burst open with a roar, and even more Clear Sky Sect disciples surged out like a tide.
There were Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, and even several powerful Titled Douluo elders.
Seeing the horrific scene before the mountain gate, resembling a slaughterhouse, they were all filled with rage and roared in grief and indignation.
"Die, you demon!"
"Form the Clear Sky Battle Formation! Slay this fiend!"
"Kill him! Avenge our fellow disciples!"
Various powerful Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul manifested their true forms, and the enormous hammer shadows crashed down with the power to split mountains and shatter the earth.
The Clear Sky Battle Formation was formed instantly, and the vast Soul Power merged into one, forming a huge pressure field that attempted to crush Toji.
However, all of this was in vain before Toji.
His figure weaved through the dense rain of hammer shadows and Soul Skill, like Gui Mei, yet also like someone strolling leisurely.
Each swing of the broadsword precisely struck the weakest point in the battle formation, the crucial point where Soul Skill energy flowed, and the gaps in the protective Soul Power of Titled Douluo.
Where the blade flashed, Soul Skill were annihilated, battle formations collapsed, and the protective Soul Power of the Titled Douluo shattered like a soap bubble.
"Pfft!"
An elder who had just awakened his Martial Soul Avatar Titled Douluo his massive Clear Sky Hammer Avatar sliced diagonally into the handle by a cunning dark red blade of light, slicing away the entire hammer head along with half of his shoulder as easily as cutting tofu.
Blood gushed out like a waterfall.
The elder let out a shrill scream, and his massive Martial Soul Avatar instantly disintegrated, his mangled remains falling to the ground.
Slaughter!
A one-sided, highly efficient, and despair-inducing massacre!
Whether it's Soul King, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, or a powerful Titled Douluo elder, none of them can last a single round against Toji and his greatsword.
The corpses piled higher and higher in front of the mountain gate, and the blood gathered into streams that flowed down the stone steps, staining the clouds below with an eerie pink hue.
Severed limbs and broken pieces were scattered everywhere, and the shattered Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul lay strewn across the ground like trampled scrap metal.
The Clear Sky Sect disciples who besieged the area were like moths drawn to a flame, rushing forward one after another, only adding more sacrifices to this bloody feast.
Toji's figure moved through the bloody storm, his black clothes already stained dark red, and his face splattered with warm blood. But the calm in his eyes remained unchanged, only the crimson hue grew brighter and brighter.
Finally, when yet another Titled Douluo elder was pierced through the heart by a single slash and his body was nailed to the Xuan Iron Gate, Toji's movements paused slightly.
He glanced at the Clear Sky Sect disciples around him, who were still charging forward fearlessly with bloodshot eyes, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Tsk, I'm tired of killing."
The cold voice carried a hint of impatience, like the pronouncement of death.
The next moment, he gripped the hilt of the Inverted Spear of Heaven with both hands, no longer pursuing precision and efficiency, but instead pouring his Bloodline Power, like a dormant volcano, into it without reservation!
The broadsword let out a roar of extreme excitement, as if it came from the deepest abyss.
The blade instantly erupted with an unprecedented, viscous, blood-like dark red light.
An aura of pure and extreme Destruction and ferocity swept out like a tsunami, instantly crushing the will of all the attacking disciples.
The anger and madness on their faces were instantly replaced by boundless fear.
"Die."
He uttered a cold word, Toji a sudden sweep of his murderous knife in all directions!
A massive, perfectly condensed blade of light, resembling a crescent moon of blood, suddenly erupted, forming a perfect circle centered on Toji.
Wherever the blade's edge passed, the space groaned under its strain, tearing open with dark cracks.
Those Clear Sky Sect disciples who rushed forward, whether Soul King, Soul Saint, or Soul Douluo, or even the few Titled Douluo elders who had just rushed out and hadn't had time to react yet, their bodies, Martial Soul, and Soul Power shields...
Everything, upon touching the crimson crescent, felt as if it had been swept away by an invisible giant scythe.
Hundreds of figures were swiftly and simultaneously cut in half at the waist!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The next moment, an indescribable sound of blood spurting out, like a waterfall cascading down, echoed through the sky.
Hundreds of fountains of blood shot into the sky, turning the entire sky above the Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate crimson.
The severed upper body flew into the air with an expression of shock, fear, and despair, while the lower body fell limply like a felled stalk of wheat.
Internal organs, intestines, and broken bones mixed with viscous blood pelted down from the sky like a torrential downpour.
A true bloodbath.
A scalding, sticky mixture of flesh and blood poured down on Toji like a torrential rain.
He stood in the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, bathing in the rain of flesh and blood that he himself had created.
Dark red blood slid down his angular face, flowed over his strong chest, and soaked through his black clothes, which were already stained dark red.
He did not flinch at all, but instead slightly raised his head, letting the scalding blood pour over him.
"Haha, hahaha... hahahahahaha!!!"
A burst of unrestrained, wild laughter, filled with primal violence and the thrill of killing, suddenly erupted from his mouth.
The laughter, like the roar of a demon god, pierced through the rain of blood and the pervasive blood mist, echoing wildly before the deathly silent mountain gate.
He opened his arms as if embracing this bloody baptism, his laughter carrying a chilling yet pure pleasure!
Amidst the rain of blood, he was like a demon god crawling out of a hellish blood pool, laughing maniacally while bathed in blood.