Chapter 12:The Polar Stillness Domain, Dugu Bo Saves the Day: What is the Spirit Hall anyway!
However, in a secluded valley several miles away from the mountain gate,a tall and agile figure stood like a statue atop a cliff.
Ling Yuan wore tight-fitting black leather armor that accentuated her voluptuous figure, her short, neat hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze.
Ling Yuan's face was cold and beautiful, her eyes sharp as an eagle's.
Behind Ling Yuan, thirty black-clad Soul Masters knelt on one knee, completely silent.
Each of them possessed a deep aura and powerful Soul Power.
The weakest was a six-ring Soul Emperor, and five of them were Soul Douluo-level experts!
This was an elite force capable of easily annihilating a mid-level sect!
"Do you all understand your mission?"
Ling Yuan Douluo didn't turn around, her voice clear and crisp, devoid of any emotion.
"Yes!"
The thirty people shouted in unison, their voices confined to a very small area by their Soul Power.
"Very good."
Ling Yuan Douluo's gaze drifted towards the brightly lit Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Mountain, a cruel smile curving his lips.
"His Holiness the Pope's order is to massacre the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, leaving no one alive!"
Ling Yuan licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement:
"Ning Fengzhi and Sword Bone Douluo are not here, and only a woman who appeared out of nowhere is in charge.
I will deal with her, and you five Soul Douluos will be responsible for taking care of the sect elders.
The rest of you, fight your way in from the outside!"
"Remember, leave no survivors!
I want this Glazed Tile Mountain to become a burning tomb before dawn!"
"For the glory of the Spirit Hall! "
"For the glory of the Spirit Hall!"
A chilling killing intent permeated the valley, as if even the air itself was freezing.
Ling Yuan Douluo raised his hand, glanced at the sky, and said coldly:
"According to plan, wait for the signal.
Once the Star Dou Great Forest makes its move, we... will begin our celebration!"
...
Meanwhile, at the entrance to the Star Dou Great Forest.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo had just stepped into the forest.
"Sigh, I'm still feeling quite uneasy."
Bone Douluo Gu Rong sighed as he walked.
"Refusing the Divine Trial... what's going on in Yu Jingcheng's head?
If it were me, I'd be laughing in my sleep."
"It's just a difference in perspective."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn.
"Old Bone, put away your distracting thoughts.
This is the Star Dou Great Forest. The Spirit Hall's hyenas have probably already caught wind of us and are following us."
"Uncle Sword is right."
Ning Fengzhi also recovered from his shock and said solemnly.
"Heaven's blessing is both an opportunity and a death warrant.
Bibi Dong will never sit idly by and watch me successfully absorb my ninth spirit ring.
This journey will surely involve a fierce battle!"
The three immediately composed themselves, their spirit power slowly circulating, and cautiously walked deeper into the forest.
In the Star Dou Great Forest, along a narrow forest path, Ning Fengzhi and his companions walked slowly in a triangular formation.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin led the way, while Bone Douluo Gu Rong brought up the rear, firmly protecting Ning Fengzhi in the center.
"Old Sword Master, aren't you being too tense?"
Gu Rong said casually, but his soul power had already spread throughout his body, forming an invisible defense.
"This forest is as quiet as a ghost town, not even a bird chirping. There's definitely an ambush.
But with the two of us here, no matter how many of those bastards from the Spirit Hall come, they'll just be throwing their lives away!"
Chen Xin didn't turn around; his gaze, sharper than a hawk's, swept over every inch of shadow around them, his voice low and deep:
"Something's not right. This silence isn't caused by the pressure of soul beasts, but... a deathly silence at the level of laws."
"Old bones, watch out!"
Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred!
*Whoosh!*
An invisible, intangible force field, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, enveloped everything without warning from all directions!
In an instant, the entire world seemed to be paused.
The wind stopped, the light froze, and the sound vanished.
The wary expressions on Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's faces instantly froze; their soul power was as if sealed in ten-thousand-year-old ice, completely unusable!
Ning Fengzhi was like a wax figure, even his thoughts became incredibly sluggish.
Martial Soul Fusion Skill—[Dual Polar Stillness Domain]!
"Attack!" "
Yue Guan and Gui Mei shouted in unison.
To prevent them from using their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Yue Guan and Gui Mei had specially sought out Rift Blade, a Soul Douluo from the same Pope's lineage.
A blur, the figure of Rift Blade's broken blade flashed out from the shadows of the trees like a phantom in the night.
He didn't even glance at the completely imprisoned Sword Bone Douluo; his eyes were fixed only on his one prey—Ning Fengzhi!
"Eighth Soul Skill, Shattering Blade Storm!" "
There were no dazzling lights or shadows, only extreme killing intent.
The Crack Blade Martial Soul hovering before him instantly disintegrated, transforming into hundreds of gleaming metal fragments.
Each fragment was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet possessed a sharpness capable of tearing through the air.
These fragments spun rapidly in the air, forming a metallic storm that hurtled towards Ning Fengzhi's neck at supersonic speeds!
The sharp fragments tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek, shattering even light in their wake.
This was a certain death!
The combined power of two peak Douluo was enough to kill any being below the level of a god!
(Actually, not really ^_^)
However, just as the golden petal was about to touch Ning Fengzhi's skin—
"Hmph!
Two androgynous fellows dare to play such lowly tricks in front of this old man!" A cold, arrogant snort, like a thunderclap, exploded through the silent forest!
Immediately afterward, a vast, overwhelming emerald-green poisonous mist, like a burst dam, surged wildly from the other side of the forest!
This poisonous mist was filled with an aura of corrosion and decay; wherever it passed, vegetation withered instantly, turning to ashes.
This sudden attack wasn't aimed at Ning Fengzhi and his companions, but directly at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who were maintaining their domain!
"Who is it?!"
Yue Guan exclaimed in shock.
Maintaining the [Bipolar Stillness Domain] required their complete concentration, leaving no room for defense.
This sudden, deadly attack forced them to make a choice!
Should they withstand the attack and kill Ning Fengzhi, or abandon the attack to save themselves?
The answer was obvious!
"Damn it!"
Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo cursed angrily, forced to abruptly interrupt their Martial Soul Fusion Technique.
The domain shattered instantly, and the two retreated rapidly, narrowly avoiding the direct impact of the emerald-green poisonous mist.
"Pfft—!" "
The Martial Soul Fusion Technique was forcibly interrupted, and the immense backlash caused their blood to surge, resulting in them all spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
The deadly golden petal tornado, having lost control, instantly dissipated into the air.
The crisis was over!
Ning Fengzhi and the other two regained their mobility, panting heavily, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.
Still shaken, they looked towards the direction from which the poisonous fog had come.
There, a tall, thin old man in a green robe, with a full head of green hair, stood slowly out of the fog, his hands clasped behind his back.
His face was arrogant, his eyes cold, and nine spirit rings surrounded him—it was none other than Dugu Bo, whose title was 'Poison'!
'Dugu Bo?!'
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was both shocked and furious.
'You dare interfere in the affairs of my Spirit Hall!'
'Hmph, what is the Spirit Hall anyway?'
(End of Chapter)