"Since everyone is ready, let's begin the second phase of the ritual immediately!"
"Otherwise, Spirit Hall might catch wind of what we're doing!"
The Sea God of Hanhai urged anxiously.
He was nervous—very nervous.
What mattered most to him wasn't just the ritual—it was the activation of the grand formation, using a million souls to awaken the divinity hidden within his martial spirit!
Today, he too intended to break through the threshold to Level 98.
The three other sect leaders turned to Qian Renfeng, seemingly waiting for his response.
After all...
This event was already at a point of no return. The decision to sacrifice the entire Hanhai City had been made collectively—
Asking Qian Renfeng to speak first was more of a formality, a show of respect for his significant contribution.
"I have no issue with the sacrifice."
"But let me ask—what exactly do we gain by sacrificing the entire city of Hanhai?"
The expressions of the three sect leaders changed. They exchanged glances.
Was he about to rebel?!
Then they quickly looked back at him.
"Shura God Master, of course, we benefit from this!"
"Why else would we agree to sacrifice so many lives? You understand, right?"
Qian Renfeng narrowed his gaze.
"Then tell me, Demon God Master—what exactly do I gain from this?"
Once again, the three exchanged looks.
The Flame God Sect Master, known for his temper, couldn't hold back any longer.
"Why waste time talking?"
"Just kill him!"
With a roar, his martial spirit erupted, turning the entire meeting hall into a blazing inferno.
Behind him appeared the shadow of a massive crimson tortoise, its shell resembling a miniature volcano, complete with a vent at its peak, constantly spitting flames.
"Molten-Backed Xuanwu!"
Qian Jun Douluo recognized it instantly, eyes widening in shock.
This was no ordinary martial spirit.
The volcano embedded in its shell could unleash devastating fire-based attacks.
Most of its soul skills relied on temperature manipulation to cause damage.
As soon as the Flame God Master released his martial spirit, the heat inside the hall surged like it had dropped into the heart of a volcano.
But Qian Renfeng's expression remained calm.
This was merely a domain—
If he summoned the Twelve Seraphim Martial Spirit, the heat would far surpass this.
The Demon God Master sighed.
"Shura God Master... In the end, we were never truly on the same path."
He unleashed his martial spirit—a shadowy figure resembling the Ghost Douluo.
But upon closer inspection, it was far more sinister.
If Ghost Douluo wielded specters, this one wielded demons—chaotic and untamed.
As soon as the Demon God Master acted, the room darkened, and a wave of dark desires surged within everyone present.
These were evil soul masters—
Their hearts were already full of wicked thoughts.
Now, those dark desires turned into pure energy, surging into the Demon God's martial spirit.
His Demonic Domain was capable of absorbing the negative emotions of others and converting them into power.
If surrounded by enough evil soul masters, the Demon God Master could become virtually indestructible.
Next came the Dark Dragon Sect Master.
Compared to the others, his approach was far more straightforward.
He summoned a massive black dragon, so enormous it seemed to blot out the sky.
With a casual swipe of its claw, it radiated overwhelming dominance and brute force.
Three Level 98 powerhouses stood before Qian Renfeng.
Their combined aura alone was enough to paralyze most of the Titled Douluo present.
"Ready yourselves—because this is your end!"
With that, the three sect masters launched their assault without hesitation.
This wasn't some casual duel—
This was war. A battle to the death.
Qian Renfeng's expression remained cold.
A terrifying killing intent erupted from his body, so dense and overwhelming that even the three sect masters' auras couldn't compare.
Behind him, a crimson demonic sword materialized, floating in the air.
The moment it appeared, Qian Renfeng's pupils turned blood-red.
His expression became solemn and icy.
"Domain—Shura!"
His roar echoed across the chamber.
Behind him, a massive Shura phantom began to solidify.
Countless screams and wails of agony filled the air.
The Shura Sword seemed to rise straight from the depths of hell, wrapped in a swarm of clawing, screaming undead.
The three sect masters froze in shock—not out of fear, but because...
They saw the colors of Qian Renfeng's soul rings.
—
Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Dark Gold. Dark Gold. Dark Gold.
Six red… and three dark gold rings?!
What kind of soul ring combination was that?!
And those three dark gold soul rings—
What were their ages? Could that even be real?!
Around the hall, most of the Titled Douluo could only feel an immense pressure, like a mountain crushing their bodies.
Only the Coiling Dragon Staff brothers (Qian Jun and Jiang Mo Douluo) were an exception.
Their soul power was recovering at an astonishing rate—
In just thirty seconds, they had recovered over 10% of their reserves!
Even more surprising, this recovered soul power carried a trace of killing intent, increasing the power of their techniques by at least 30%.
Qian Renfeng ignored them.
His icy gaze remained locked on the three sect leaders before him… and the five useless brats behind them.
"Dai Mubai…"
"You say I left a psychological scar on you, and now you want to surpass me?"
"Then watch carefully today—and see if you ever can."
As he finished speaking, the phantom of the Shura Sword fully materialized behind him.
He raised it high with one hand and slashed directly at the black dragon.
"Shura — Slash!"
A beam of blood-red light erupted across the chamber, the pressure so overwhelming it felt as if the God of Shura himself had descended.
Qian Renfeng gripped the giant Shura Sword with a single hand and swung it fiercely, slamming it into the black dragon's scales.
The Dark Dragon Sect Master's face paled.
In his Martial Spirit Avatar state, he tried to unleash a soul skill, but—
He was far too slow.
Qian Renfeng's strike came with blinding speed, faster than anyone could follow.
The Shura Sword fell, and a massive gash of blood-red light tore through the dragon.
Moments later—
The enormous black dragon was cleanly cleaved in two, falling to the ground and dissolving into particles of light.
The once proud and invincible Dark Dragon Sect Master stared blankly, eyes hollow.
Behind him, the form of the black dragon—once his pride and power—was now split in half, shattered, and gone from the world.