Chapter 120 Spirit Hall Elders
Not far from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, several imposing figures stood in the sky.
Leading them was a golden-haired old man with a cold, stern face like an ice sculpture, his pale golden pupils captivating and soul-stirring.
They were the five elders of the Spirit Hall, each possessing extraordinary strength, the lowest being a level 96 Title Douluo.
Suddenly, a message reached the golden-haired old man's ears, causing his slightly narrowed eyes to widen sharply.
In an instant, a terrifying golden soul force soared into the sky, parting the clouds.
This sudden change made the others beside him serious.
Seeing this, Azure Phoenix Douluo asked, "Elder, what happened?"
Qian Daoliu's expression was not good, because what he heard was not good news.
Although he had dominated the continent for many years, he dared not utter those words.
"Lan Minghua, are you really that confident? Even though you killed the lion, that doesn't give you the right to be arrogant!"
He turned to Qingluan Douluo and ordered, "Third brother, get them moving. It's time for our Spirit Hall to show the world its strength. Otherwise, any Tom, Dick, or Harry will dare to spout nonsense."
Qingluan Douluo excitedly replied, "Yes, Grand Elder."
They had been waiting here for a long time and were already impatient.
Not long ago, several powerful soul energies had been transmitted from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and they were itching for
a fight. Qingluan Douluo relayed Qian Daoliu's instructions, and Guangling Douluo, Qianjun Douluo, and Jiangmo Douluo were all eager to fight.
"Let's go, it's our turn."
Before the words were finished, five figures transformed into five streaks of light and streaked across the sky just before dawn.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the battle had reached its climax.
Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Yu Yuanzhen blocked Ying Xian and his group of five.
Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were relentlessly pursuing Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Of course, the direct disciples of the three upper sects were not to be outdone.
Their strength might not match that of a Title Douluo, but they could still attack Hu Liena, thereby hindering Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's pursuit of Tang San and Xiao Wu.
"Damn it, these ants are too much of a nuisance! I'll kill them first! Old Ghost, you continue chasing Tang San and that Soft Bone Rabbit!"
Ghost Douluo nodded, his figure flashing as he swooped down towards Tang San.
Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped, turning to look at the disciples of the three upper sects who had attacked Hu Liena.
"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish."
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes blazing with killing intent.
The sharp killing intent swept out, and Tang Xiao and the others sensed it.
Yu Yuanzhen immediately roared, "Chrysanthemum Pass, what do you want to do!"
"What do I want to do? Of course, I'll kill them!"
Before Chrysanthemum Douluo finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from his body.
A huge, extraordinary chrysanthemum slowly bloomed behind him, its petals as sharp as blades, radiating a chilling light.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Chrysanthemum Remnant, Wounds Everywhere!"
With a low shout, the sky within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was instantly obscured by golden light.
Tang Xiao, Gu Rong, and Yu Yuanzhen, their eyes blazing with fury, tried to break free and interrupt Chrysanthemum Douluo's attack, but were held back by Ying Xian and the others.
"Die, you ants!"
In the next instant, countless golden petals rained down like a storm.
Each petal was as sharp as a knife, tracing dazzling arcs in the air, shooting straight at the direct disciples of the three upper sects.
"Not good! Dodge!" a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School cried out in terror, but it was too late.
The golden petals, like the scythe of death, instantly pierced his body, severing him in half at the waist.
Another scream rang out as a Soul Saint from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had a petal pierce his chest.
He looked down at the gaping hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
However, before he could fall, more petals rained down, tearing his body to shreds in an instant, blood gushing out.
"Help! I don't want to die!"
A Soul Emperor from the Haotian Sect tried to escape, but his legs were severed by golden petals the moment he took a step.
He crashed to the ground, blood gushing from the cuts in his legs. Before he could even scream, he was sliced into minced meat by the following petals.
Golden petals rained down from the sky like a storm, and blood flowed like rivers on the ground.
The disciples of the three upper sects were all severed, their limbs scattered everywhere, the air thick with the stench of blood.
Chrysanthemum Douluo coldly surveyed the scene from the air, his eyes devoid of pity.
Just then, a furious roar exploded in his ears.
"Chrysanthemum Pass, I'll kill you!"
"What!" Chrysanthemum Douluo exclaimed, turning to see Yu Yuanzhen already standing before him.
It turned out that Yu Yuanzhen had used a fragment of the ancient Dragon King's soul bone he brought from his sect, elevating his strength to a new level.
Breaking free from the headless martial artist's entanglement, he instantly reached Chrysanthemum Douluo.
At this moment, Yu Yuanzhen's right arm had completely transformed into a dragon, its black scales gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Five sharp claws, crackling with ferocious blue lightning and whistling through the air, viciously lashed out at Chrysanthemum Douluo's chest.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud echoed as Chrysanthemum Douluo's protective soul power was torn apart like paper, the dragon claws piercing his chest without resistance.
Blood gushed from the wound instantly, the terrifying force sending him flying in a gruesome arc through the air.
The next moment, he was sent hurtling backward like a kite with a broken string.
With a deafening roar, he embedded himself in the audience like a meteorite.
"Cough cough..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo coughed up blood from the ruins, struggling to lift his head, a flicker of horror in his eyes.
"How could Yu Yuanzhen be so powerful? He actually broke through my Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum's defense with a single blow!"
Qirong Tongtian, indestructible.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's martial soul was the immortal herb Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, possessing the attribute of indestructibility.
Unfortunately, indestructibility was utterly useless against Yu Yuanzhen in his current state.
However, Yu Yuanzhen wasn't about to give him a chance. He flashed forward, instantly appearing before Chrysanthemum Douluo.
His eyes had now completely transformed into vertical pupils, radiating a chilling, ferocious light.
"Die!"
Another claw lashed out, and Chrysanthemum Douluo barely managed to dodge.
Unfortunately, the dragon claw still grazed his shoulder, sending a spray of blood flying.
Chrysanthemum Douluo wasn't about to back down and immediately launched a counterattack.
The next moment, countless golden petals transformed into sharp blades, sweeping towards Yu Yuanzhen.
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes narrowed. He neither dodged nor evaded, letting the petals cut into his body.
The moment the dragon scales collided with the petals, a piercing clang of metal resounded.
Even so, bloodstains appeared on Yu Yuanzhen's body, but these injuries only fueled his ferocity.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and earth, and a gigantic, almost tangible, phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon appeared behind Yu Yuanzhen.
Then, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Yu Yuanzhen to be so insane, completely disregarding his own injuries to try and kill him.
He hurriedly activated his soul power, wanting to unleash another soul skill, but it was too late.
Just then, Lan Minghua, who was watching the show from the audience, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Finally here?"
"Here comes what?" Oscar looked around in confusion, his face blank. "Who's here?"
Before he finished speaking, a booming sound rang out outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the entire school suddenly trembled violently.
At this moment, outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Thousand-Jun Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo's hands, gripping the Panlong Staff, were numb from the shock.
"Holy crap, what is this thing that can withstand the full force of my two brothers' attacks!"
(End of this chapter)
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