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Before Ning Fengzhi's voice had even fully died away, a sharp, cold light flickered in Xue Qinghe's eyes. It was clear that he had lost every last bit of his patience. He raised his hand slightly and gave a cold shout. "Do it! Kill them all!" Those simple words were like a lit match dropped into a barrel of gunpowder.
"Kill!"
The black-clad Spirit Masters surrounding them had been waiting for this moment. They let out a low, collective roar, sounding like a pack of hungry wolves that had finally caught the scent of blood. Suddenly, the light from their spirit rings exploded.
A violent storm of different Spirit Abilities rushed toward the center. They targeted Tang Xiao, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect. The killing intent in the air was so thick it felt like it could cut through skin.
"Hmph! You are going way too far!" Tang Xiao shouted. He didn't hesitate anymore. In a situation where it was life or death, he knew there was only one thing left to do: fight.
A low humming sound filled the air. Suddenly, nine spirit rings appeared beneath his feet. They were yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and five deep blacks. They spun upward quickly, releasing the massive pressure of a Titled Douluo. It felt like a mountain flood or a giant tsunami hitting the room. This power was so great that it actually pushed back the killing intent of the enemies.
"Clear Sky Hammer!" Tang Xiao called out. A massive hammer, with a head as large as a water vat, appeared in his hands. It glowed with a dark, heavy light. His muscles bulged as he gripped the handle. With a fierce look in his eyes, he swung the hammer in a wide circle. It was a simple, brutal, and incredibly effective move.
Boom!
The air let out a piercing scream as the hammer moved. The few black-clad Spirit Saints at the front didn't even have a chance to use their defensive skills. Their bodies and their spirit power were like thin paper against the unstoppable force of the hammer.
Flesh and bone shattered. There were dull sounds of snapping tendons and breaking ribs. These Spirit Saints couldn't even scream before they were sent flying backward. Their bodies were twisted and broken in mid-air. They slammed into the distant pillars of the palace like sacks of trash. They left behind messy pools of blood and died instantly.
At that same moment, Sword Douluo Chen Xin moved. He didn't waste any words. He leaped into the air, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand let out a clear, beautiful chime. A second later, thousands of silver sword lights exploded from his body. It looked like a peacock spreading its feathers, but every feather was a deadly blade that could cut through space itself.
"Fifth Spirit Skill, Prestige Shaking All Directions!"
The silver sword light flew out and hit the black-clad Spirit Masters coming from the sides and the back. These attacks were not just fast; they were filled with Chen Xin's lifelong sword intent. They were sharp enough to cut through anything.
The sounds of blades entering flesh and spirit barriers breaking were constant. Many Spirit Masters who tried to get close or use long-range attacks were hit. Some were stabbed through their hearts, and others had their arms cut off. They fell back screaming, and blood sprayed across the floor. Around Sword Douluo, a small area of death was created. No normal Spirit Saint could survive getting close to him.
The Clear Sky Hammer was fierce and heavy, while the Seven Kill Sword was sharp and fast. Because these two top-tier powerhouses were fighting with everything they had, the enemy could not get near. Even though the black-clad Spirit Masters were numerous and well-trained, they were dying in large numbers. They were forced to stay on the outside, unable to break the defense.
Ning Fengzhi quickly moved to a safe spot. He held the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand. It glowed with a beautiful, flowing light. He sent out rays of light that landed perfectly on Tang Xiao and Sword Douluo.
"The Seven Treasures have names! First: Power! Second: Speed! Third: Spirit! Fourth: Defense!"
With the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Tang Xiao and Sword Douluo became even more terrifying. Their power increased, and their attacks became even faster. This helped them hold their ground easily against the crowd of enemies.
Thousand Jun Douluo watched as his elite men were killed by the hammer and the sword. He realized they couldn't win this way. He shouted to his partner, "Old Seven, we can't wait anymore! Let's attack together!"
Thousand Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo were twin brothers. They looked at each other and knew exactly what to do. Two huge waves of spirit power shot into the sky like volcanoes erupting. They moved so fast it looked like they teleported. In an instant, they were standing right in front of Tang Xiao and Sword Douluo.
"Tang Xiao, your opponent is me!" Thousand Jun Douluo said. His voice sounded like deep thunder. He swung his Coiling Dragon Rod. The dark gold staff vibrated, and a heavy pressure, like the weight of ten thousand mountains, locked onto Tang Xiao.
Demon Subduing Douluo grinned at Sword Douluo. "Chen Xin, it's been many years. Your sword is still as sharp as I remember." His eyes were full of excitement for the fight. He pointed his Coiling Dragon Rod at Chen Xin. Faint shadows of dragons circled the tip of his weapon. He looked wild and ready for blood.
The battle became even more intense. Tang Xiao remained very calm even though he was facing a strong enemy. He didn't waste his spirit power on big skills right away. He knew that since they were surrounded, he had to use the secret techniques of the Clear Sky Sect perfectly to escape.
"Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!" Tang Xiao roared. He swung the Clear Sky Hammer rapidly. The shadows of the hammer connected together. Each swing was heavier than the one before it. It was like waves crashing against the shore, building up more and more power. He smashed the hammer toward Thousand Jun Douluo with incredible force.
Every strike was so heavy that the air made a high-pitched whistling sound. Inside this storm of hammer swings, Tang Xiao used the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes. He changed his style constantly—sometimes crushing, sometimes vibrating, and sometimes breaking through the enemy's guard. He waited for the exact moment when Thousand Jun Douluo's strength dipped before striking again.
Thousand Jun Douluo looked very serious. He knew he couldn't be careless. He swung his own Coiling Dragon Rod quickly and used his Spirit Skills. His rod suddenly grew larger, looking like a giant pillar falling from the sky. It crashed into Tang Xiao's hammer strikes.
Every time they hit, the air exploded. The shockwaves were so strong that the black-clad Spirit Masters nearby had to run away. The floor tiles beneath the two fighters shattered into tiny pieces.
On the other side, Sword Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo were fighting in a different way. The Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand glowed with a cold, silver light. He didn't make any extra movements. His sword moved wherever he wanted it to go. Every strike was simple, direct, and meant to kill. The sword energy was concentrated into tiny points, stabbing at Demon Subduing Douluo's weak spots.
The fight looked like a draw at first. However, if someone looked closely, they would see that Thousand Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo were slowly losing. The reason was Ning Fengzhi. Even though he wasn't a fighter, he was standing in the back providing perfect support. His pagoda never stopped glowing. He sent boosts of power to Tang Xiao and Chen Xin exactly when they needed them.
Demon Subduing Douluo saw that they were losing ground because of Ning Fengzhi's buffs. A look of anger and determination appeared on his face. He knew they couldn't let this go on. He had to use his best move to finish off the Sword Douluo quickly.
"Chen Xin! Take my Ninth Spirit Skill!" Demon Subduing Douluo screamed. The ninth black spirit ring under his feet began to glow brightly. His Coiling Dragon Rod exploded with a blinding, blood-red light. He gripped the rod with both hands and raised it high over his head. It felt like he and his weapon had become one.
"Ninth Spirit Skill—Saving All Living Beings!"
His voice sounded like it came from the heavens. He swung the Coiling Dragon Rod down toward Sword Douluo. There were no tricks here, only pure, overwhelming power. In that moment, it looked like the sky above the palace was being torn apart.
A giant phantom of the Coiling Dragon Rod appeared. It was covered in red dragon patterns. It was over three meters wide and so long it reached the ceiling. It looked like a legendary pillar from an ancient myth coming down to crush everything. The weight and pressure were terrifying.
Before the rod even hit the ground, the wind from the swing caused the floor to crack and sink. The air made a loud booming sound. This was the full power of a Super Douluo at his peak. If any normal Titled Douluo tried to block this, they would be crushed or killed instantly.