The noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent. A tall figure cloaked entirely in a black robe stood in front of Yang Wudi and the others, holding a bloodied man in his hand.
Facing Dawn Douluo's full-force strike, the black-robed figure let out a light shout, his soul power erupting. He then threw a punch, and at the same time, a shocking scene unfolded.
Where the fist light passed, the sky full of sword shadows shattered, and the brilliant golden light rapidly faded. He forcefully blocked Dawn Douluo's originally fatal sword, his entire body merely swaying slightly.
Whether it was the Spirit Hall soul masters or the surviving four clan soul masters, everyone who saw this was stunned, their worldview shattered by the scene before them.
"How is this possible?"
As someone murmured in disbelief, waves of uproar spread across the battlefield. Dawn Douluo, as a level 93 Titled Douluo, had unleashed his eighth soul skill—even a level 95 Titled Douluo wouldn't dare take it head-on. Where the sword light passed, even Soul Sages would perish.
Yet now, this nearly unsolvable killing move had been casually blocked by someone, and the black-robed figure hadn't even budged.
The watching soul masters widened their eyes, forgetting to breathe, left with only disbelief in their hearts—could such a terrifying powerhouse exist in this world?
Level 98? Or the legendary level 99?
"Who are you, sir?"
Having his eighth soul skill easily blocked, Dawn Douluo's shock surpassed everyone else's on the field. No one understood the power contained in that sword better than him—even the level 96 Qianjun and Jiangmo brothers couldn't do it so effortlessly.
Who was he? How strong was he? When had such a figure appeared on the Douluo Continent?
The black-robed man didn't answer Dawn Douluo's question but threw the bloodied Yang Wushuang to Yang Wudi.
"Why aren't you leaving?!"
A deep, oppressive voice rang out, snapping the stunned four clans back to reality.
"Thank you, senior!"
After a grateful salute, the group hurriedly chased after their clans in the direction of the breakout.
Seeing the black-robed man's near-disrespectful attitude, Dawn Douluo flew into a rage.
"I don't care who you are—you're too arrogant!"
As the second-in-command of the Angel Legion, Dawn Douluo ranked only below the Pope and the seven Worship in Spirit Hall. Even Titled Douluo-level elders treated him with respect; when had he ever been ignored like this?
"Seventh Soul Skill, Sacred Angel True Body!"
"Sixth Soul Skill, Holy Light Judgment!"
"Eighth Soul Skill, Heaven-Rending Claw!"
Facing such an unfathomable opponent, Demon Bear Douluo beside him didn't dare slack off. His eighth soul ring flashed as he attacked simultaneously, a massive palm capable of covering a small mountain pressing toward the black-robed man with mountain-splitting power.
"Hmph—"
Facing the combined attack of Dawn Douluo and Demon Bear Douluo, the black-robed man's soul power surged. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his black-robed body like an unshakable war god, emitting a piercing silver-white glow. The surrounding air twisted under this pressure.
He thrust both palms forward fiercely, without any fancy prelude—only ultimate power. One palm met Dawn Douluo's holy sword, the other clashed with Demon Bear Douluo's giant bear paw. Terrifying airwaves immediately flipped all Spirit Hall soul masters within a hundred-meter radius, many crashing into rocks or trees, unable to even stand.
"Crack—"
The two sides stalemated in the air for only a few breaths before the golden light on the Angel Holy Sword shattered inch by inch, and the mountain-splitting giant palm halted in mid-air.
"Scram!"
The black-robed man let out an angry roar like thunder. The silver-white light under his robe surged violently, turning the condensed airwaves into a raging energy torrent that rushed at the two.
Dawn Douluo felt a sharp pain in his palm, nearly dropping his holy sword. Demon Bear Douluo was hit hard in the chest by a massive force. Both were sent staggering back over a dozen steps before steadying themselves, blood trickling from their mouths.
Before they could recover, the black-robed man turned without looking back, his figure vanishing like a ghost into the distance.
"Lord!"
"Deputy Commander!"
The soul masters behind saw this and rushed to support Dawn Douluo and Demon Bear Douluo, while glaring at the direction the black-robed man had gone. A few soul masters' eyes hardened, their soul power flaring, clearly intending to pursue and block him.
"No need," sensing his subordinates' intentions, Dawn Douluo raised his hand to stop them. His eyes, filled with unwillingness, looked toward the forest where the black-robed man had vanished: "Turn around and pursue the Clear Sky Sect."
With that, he ignored the others and soared toward Heaven dou City.
Did Dawn Douluo not want to pursue? He did! But he couldn't. Though the mysterious black-robed man's soul power was violent, there was no change, and he held no artifact—clearly, he hadn't used his Martial Soul.
In the soul master world, to defeat an opponent without using a Martial Soul, the soul power gap had to be at least fifteen levels. At the Titled Douluo level, this gap was even more horrifying. To repel two Titled Douluo without revealing a Martial Soul, even the level 98 power-type Super Douluo Second Worship might struggle. Perhaps the long-missing Tang Chen could do it, but that person clearly wasn't Tang Chen.
Level 98 Super? Or a level 99 Limit Douluo like the Great Worship? When had such an existence appeared in the soul master world? A massive doubt lingered like a dark cloud in Dawn Douluo's mind.
Such a powerhouse would undoubtedly disrupt the current power balance on the Douluo Continent, which was extremely unfavorable for Spirit Hall's upcoming plans.
Dawn Douluo recalled all the power-type soul masters from the past century in his mind but found no match.
"Dawn Douluo, where do you think the Clear Sky Sect could have run to?"
Demon Bear Douluo caught up and asked Dawn Douluo. He had naturally thought of what the latter had—a Super Douluo of at least level 98 had appeared silently on the Douluo Continent, which was baffling.
At the same time, Ghost Leopard, Snake Lance, and Thorn Blood—the other three Titled Douluo—also arrived, turning their gazes to Dawn Douluo.
"There's no place left for the Clear Sky Sect in heaven or earth; the two great empires wouldn't dare shelter them. So, there's only one place they can go—the Clear Sky Sect's ancestral land."
As the absolute confidant of the Qian family father and son, he naturally knew about the bet between Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu back then.
Now that Qian Daoliu had personally come out, there was no foothold left for the Clear Sky Sect on the entire Douluo Continent—except their ancestral land.
As for that mysterious powerhouse, it needed to be reported to the Great Worship; such an existence was beyond his authority.
"Ghost Leopard and I are the fastest; we'll go ahead to intercept the Clear Sky Sect. You lead the others and follow."