Chapter 15: The Fall of Spirit Iris Douluo, Bibi Dong's Soul Hunting Plan Fails.
That indestructible Martial Soul True Body shattered like fragile glass.
Immediately afterward, the remaining power of the divine light slammed solidly into Spirit Iris Douluo's body.
The black leather armor on Spirit Iris Douluo's body instantly turned to ashes, and he was sent flying backward like a stone thrown into the air, screaming in agony.
He crashed into three towers in succession, finally embedding himself deeply into the distant mountain wall, his fate unknown.
The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School fell into a deathly silence at this moment.
Whether it was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples who were fighting bloody battles or the fierce Spirit Hall elites, they all stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at the figure that had been severely injured and embedded in the mountain wall.
Their leader, a level 92 Title Douluo, was actually... killed in one move?!
Ning Yuyan's figure slowly floated down from the sky, her elegant long dress fluttering slightly in the night wind, without a speck of dust on it.
The illusory image of the Nine-Treasured Glazed Dragon behind her vanished, as if it had never existed.
Ning Yuyan walked with composed steps, one by one, towards the chaotic ruins, towards the enemy whose fate was unknown at the foot of the mountain.
"Cough...cough cough..."
A violent coughing sound came from the foot of the mountain. Lingyuan Douluo struggled to slide down from the rubble.
She was covered in blood, one arm was missing, and her aura was extremely weak, but her eyes were filled with resentment and disbelief.
"You...you actually...hid your strength..."
Lingyuan Douluo said intermittently.
Ning Yuyan walked up to her, looking down at her, her eyes as calm as a bottomless ancient well.
"I did not hide my strength,"
Ning Yuyan said calmly.
"Killing you wouldn't require my full strength."
These words filled Ling Yuan Douluo with more despair than any humiliation.
"You can't kill me!"
A glint of survival flashed in Ling Yuan Douluo's eyes as he roared, his voice trembling with fear.
"I am a Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall!
If you kill me, His Holiness the Pope will never let you go!
He will never let the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School go!"
Ning Yuyan tilted her head slightly, seemingly deep in thought.
After a moment, she smiled gently, a smile both cold and exquisitely beautiful.
"First of all, it was your Spirit Hall that came knocking on our door.
Since you dared to come, you should be prepared to be annihilated. I have no reason to let a tiger return to the mountain."
Ning Yuyan extended a slender, jade-like finger, at the tip of which a wisp of nine-colored light slowly condensed.
"Secondly..."
Ning Yuyan's voice became even more ethereal, as if she were saying to herself:
"The Spirit Hall's revenge? What does that have to do with me?"
Ling Yuan Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted. From the other party's tone, she heard an absolute, unquestionable resolve.
"Anyway, after this, I will have nothing to do with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School anymore."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Yuyan no longer hesitated. The nine-colored light at her fingertips gently pointed forward.
*Poof.*
With a soft sound, the seemingly weak beam of light contained extreme destructive power, instantly piercing through Ling Yuan Douluo's brow.
The resentment, fear, and unwillingness in Ling Yuan Douluo's eyes froze completely. Then, all the brilliance receded like the tide, leaving only endless emptiness.
The Spirit Hall's level 92 Power Attack Type Title Douluo, Ling Yuan Douluo, fell!
Ning Yuyan calmly withdrew her finger, not even glancing at the corpse again.
She turned and looked at the Spirit Hall's black-clad men, who were completely terrified. Her cold voice echoed throughout the battlefield:
"Those who surrender will have their soul power abolished and may live."
"Those who resist will be killed without mercy."
When Spirit Douluo's life force was completely extinguished, and his corpse slid limply to the ground, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School battlefield fell into an eerie, suffocating silence.
The sound of wind, fire, and panting...all sounds seemed to be choked by an invisible hand.
Those Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples who had been fighting desperately and filled with despair just moments before were now all frozen in place.
The glazed pagodas in their hands dimmed, and every face was filled with indescribable shock.
They looked at the woman standing alone before the ruins, her figure slender, her white dress as pure as snow.
Their eyes quickly shifted from initial bewilderment to extreme awe, and finally to near-fanatical worship.
Who was that?
Was she the "useless" one who had long since left the sect?
She... she had actually become this powerful?!
Single-handedly, she turned the tide!
Meanwhile, those arrogant, callous Spirit Hall men in black, who treated human life like dirt, were now plunged into an icy abyss.
Spirit Kite Douluo.
A genuine Title Douluo, just like that… killed with a single finger?
That composure, that indifference, as if she had merely crushed an eyesore.
Fear, like the most vicious vine, instantly entwined their hearts, leaving them unable even to muster the courage to flee.
In a corner of the battlefield, two blood-soaked elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School supported each other. They were the sect's strongest fighters besides Ning Fengzhi and Sword Bone Douluo, two Soul Douluos over level eighty.
At this moment, they gazed at Ning Yuyan's retreating figure, their expressions incredibly complex.
One of the elders, with white hair and a deep, bone-revealing scar on his chest, trembled, muttering to himself:
"Nine Treasure Glazed Dragon… the legend is actually true… she… she really reached that point…"
That was the Nine Treasures!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School hadn't explored this ultimate realm for thousands, even tens of thousands of years!
Ning Yuyan's martial soul was just a mutated Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Lizard, right?
How did it become a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Dragon?
Seven Treasures, Nine Treasures,Lizard, Dragon.
A world of difference!
Another elder, with a missing arm, was filled with endless regret and bitterness. His voice was hoarse as he said,
"Old Ming, did you see that?
Just now... she didn't even use her full strength!
She was... practicing! She was practicing with a Title Douluo!"
This conclusion made even him feel a chill.
"Yes..."
The elder called Old Ming sighed, deep regret showing in his cloudy old eyes.
"I saw it.
Level ninety-six... no, that aura, it's probably already touched the threshold of level ninety-seven!
What talent, what strength!"
He looked around at the mess on the ground and the corpses of his disciples, and regret spread in his heart like poison.
"Back then... if we hadn't been so stubborn, if the Sect Master had been more resolute, if we had chosen to find that man and keep Yu Yan... in the sect..."
Elder Ming's voice trembled with emotion.
"Then our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wouldn't be in this state!
Why would we have to rely on Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, our two guest elders, to struggle on!"
(End of Chapter)