Chapter 114 The Ruthless Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School
"Attack!"
It was the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), and as the luminous pearl lost its light, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was plunged into darkness.
Actually, the pearl hadn't lost its light; it had been covered with a special black cloth.
"W-What's happening?!"
"Attack? Attack what?! Has someone invaded the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?!"
"Several Title Douluos are stationed here; who dares to act at this hour?!"
Those who didn't understand were panicked, but they didn't run around like headless flies.
However, this wasn't what the three upper sects wanted. They wanted chaos, the more chaos the better.
Only then could they take advantage of the confusion to attack Lan Minghua's disciples.
Gu Rong's eyes were cold, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his lips, as he gave the order to the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
"Fire! Shoot down everyone except the Three Upper Sects and the Heavenly Dou Empire!"
The instant the night-shining pearl dimmed, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples, hidden in the shadows, had already set up their massive Zhuge Crossbows, aiming at everyone.
Anyone with night vision would be startled by this sight,
as there were thousands of these massive Zhuge Crossbows.
With Gu Rong's command, hundreds of Zhuge Crossbows unleashed a deluge of bolts at those forces not belonging to the Three Upper Sects or the Heavenly Dou Empire.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
In an instant, the sound of bolts piercing the air was incessant, the bolts falling like a black cloud towards those forces.
Those who had initially thought that they only needed to wait quietly and things would soon return to normal now felt uneasy.
Even in the darkness, Lan Minghua could see everything clearly.
However, facing the rain of bolts, his expression remained calm and composed.
"Their attack is really nothing. I don't know what the point of all this is!"
Lan Minghua smiled and shook his head, then waved his hand towards the locations of Shenfeng Academy and Tianshui Academy.
These were, after all, the academies where his two newly accepted disciples studied, and he had promised to protect them; he wouldn't go back on his word.
As for Oscar and the others, he didn't need to lift a finger.
His Black Armor and Three Treasure Beads automatically activated upon sensing the attack.
He didn't bother protecting those unrelated to him.
The rain of arrows above Shenfeng Academy and Tianshui Academy seemed to be swatted away by an invisible hand.
Hearing the sound, everyone was startled.
It turned out the sound of arrows piercing the air they had just heard was real, and they realized how dangerous their situation was.
However, it was too late.
"Thud! Thud!"
In an instant, the sound of crossbow bolts piercing flesh rang out in the darkness, accompanied by shrill screams.
A middle-aged man dressed in fiery red was the first to react, trying to activate his soul power for defense.
Unexpectedly, in the next instant, three crossbow bolts pierced his chest, embedding themselves firmly in the floor beneath his feet.
The bolts still wobbled violently, demonstrating their immense power.
The man's body shuddered violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He looked down with difficulty at his chest, blood gushing from the three wounds.
In an instant, it stained his already fiery red clothes even redder.
With several more thuds, two more arrows struck his head, the terrifying impact pinning him to the ground.
"Teacher Ye!" Huo Jin's eyes widened in fury.
This man was the second strongest teacher in the Blazing Fire Academy, second only to himself.
He had intended to bring him to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for a banquet to broaden his horizons, but unexpectedly, this had happened.
However, there was no time for him to grieve now; if they didn't act, everyone in the Blazing Fire Academy would die. "Seventh Soul Skill, Radiant Sun True Body!"
Huo Jin was a Soul Douluo, his Martial Soul being Radiant Sun.
In an instant, a huge fireball, resembling the sun, rose from the location of Blazing Fire Academy, engulfing Huo Wu and the other students.
"Great, it's the Dean's Radiant Sun True Body!"
However, before the Blazing Fire Academy student could even rejoice for three seconds, a crossbow bolt whistled into his head and landed directly in his groin.
Huo Jin's heart bled, and he hadn't expected the crossbow bolt to be so powerful. He immediately roared, "Quick, use your soul skills to defend!"
At his roar, Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang were the first to react, immediately using their soul skills to deflect the falling crossbow bolt.
The others followed suit, releasing their soul skills to defend.
However, even the ordinary version of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow could kill a Soul King; a larger version was powerful enough to easily kill a Soul Emperor.
The strongest students at Blazing Fire Academy were Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang, who had just broken through to the Soul Master level. The two siblings ,
Huo Jin and Huo Wushuang, barely escaped injury thanks to Huo Jin's protection and their full strength.
However, the other students from Blazing Fire Academy were far less fortunate; their bodies were riddled with bullets.
Blood flowed like a fountain around Huo Jin, Huo Wu, and Huo Wushuang's feet.
Apart from Shenfeng Academy and Tianshui Academy, the situation for the other forces was far more dire than that of Blazing Fire Academy.
Lan Minghua frowned upon smelling the strong stench of blood.
"Have they become so ruthless? Or do they think they can kill everyone present?"
After all, only the victor writes history.
If they kill everyone irrelevant, the reputation of the Upper Three Sects will be theirs to decide.
Moreover, Lan Minghua knew very well that if the Upper Three Sects emerged victorious, the blame for the massacre of other forces would fall on the Tianlong Gang.
But so what?
How could the mere Upper Three Sects possibly win against the Tianlong Gang?
Lan Minghua chuckled softly, speaking calmly to a dark spot, "The night has never been their domain. You've been holding back for long enough; it's time to stretch your muscles."
As soon as he finished speaking, five pairs of eyes, gleaming with crimson light, appeared in the darkness.
The stench of blood emanating from them even overpowered the blood of those killed by crossbow bolts.
Then, the five pairs of eyes vanished with a whoosh, launching a hunt for the disciples of the three upper sects.
The owners of these five eyes were none other than Ying Xian and his four companions, who had already infiltrated the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The screams in the darkness gradually subsided, and the attacks also weakened.
Gu Rong stood high above, coldly observing everything.
In the stands, apart from the Heaven Dou Empire, Divine Wind Academy, and Heavenly Water Academy, who suffered no casualties, almost everyone from the other forces was wiped out.
Even the Elephant Armor Academy, another elemental academy, had no survivors.
Even those with the Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul had perished under the rain of arrows.
Of the three remaining members of the Blazing Fire Academy—Huo Jin, Huo Wu, and Huo Wushuang—all others were dead.
Of course, the Spirit Hall, protected by Ghost Douluo, suffered no casualties.
However, Gu Rong felt no remorse for the deaths of these forces.
At this moment, his only thought was to kill Lan Minghua.
Seeing that the time was almost up, he waved his hand to signal a halt to firing.
"That's enough! Pull back the black cloth covering the Night-Shining Pearl. Simultaneously, have the prepared 'axemen' attack Lan Minghua's disciples immediately! Capture them alive!"
The next instant, the black cloth on the Night-Shining Pearl was pulled back, illuminating the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as if it were daytime.
Gu Rong roared, "Attack! Take them down!"
The "axemen," who should have swarmed Oscar and the others, remained completely silent.
The scene was deathly silent!
(End of Chapter)
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