Coward!
The Ninth Elder's voice was low but seething with rage, his beard and hair bristling.
Beside him, Chrysanthemum Douluo reached out to stop him, face pale as he said coldly, "Let him go."
Tang Hao cast them a sidelong glance, curling a finger in mock invitation. "Want to stop me? Come, then."
And so, under the watchful eyes of eight Titled Douluo, Tang Hao walked away at an unhurried pace, taking Tang San with him.
Every soul master present—especially the young academy students—though still unable to move their bodies, had eyes blazing with excitement.
This… was pure dominance!
Tang Hao's boldness came partly from knowing that Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Poison Douluo, and the two clan leaders of the Breaking Clan and the Defense Clan were holding back six Titled Douluo. But still, could anyone else dare act with such arrogance?
This was an open slap to Spirit Hall's face.
"Old Ghost, can you still hold out? If you can release the Polar Still Domain one more time, our mission should be complete," Chrysanthemum Douluo asked quietly after Tang Hao had gone.
Ghost Douluo's form flickered erratically, his steps unsteady—badly injured.
"Give me a moment to catch my breath," he replied. "We don't need to use the Polar Still Domain again. Tell me, does Chen Feng have anyone else strong enough to protect him?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Academy's group. The only ones worth noting now were the Golden Iron Triangle and Zhao Wuji—and to Chrysanthemum Douluo, they weren't worth much. He wouldn't even have to take action personally to deal with them.
Tang Hao's sudden appearance had cost Spirit Hall five Contras, but they still had over a dozen Soul Saints—more than enough to overwhelm those few.
"I'll kill him myself," Chrysanthemum Douluo said coldly, eyes glinting.
Ghost Douluo lifted a hand to stop him, his gaze just as frigid. "Did you forget Her Majesty's orders? First—kill Chen Feng. Second—if possible, kill either Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo. That will pave the way for the upcoming Spirit Hunting operation."
"You mean…" Chrysanthemum Douluo hesitated.
"You kill Chen Xin," Ghost Douluo said, his voice low and sharp. "I'll kill his grandson."
At that moment, Sword Douluo was being besieged by three Titled Douluo. If Chrysanthemum Douluo joined in, making it four against one, even Sword Douluo wouldn't last.
Chrysanthemum Douluo murmured, "Old Ghost, be careful. Her Majesty said that the boy may have inherited a god's legacy."
Ghost Douluo nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Tang Hao's Great Sumeru Hammer hits hard, I'll give him that. But once I recover, killing that boy will be as easy as crushing a chicken."
Even heavily injured, Ghost Douluo was still a Titled Douluo.
And Chen Feng, despite having a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, was still just a six-ring Soul Emperor. Exceptional as he might be—perhaps matching a rank seventy-nine Soul Sage or even a newly advanced Contra—how could he possibly be a threat?
God's legacy? So what?
He had yet to truly rise—and their mission was to strangle such talent in the cradle.
From afar, Sword Douluo forced back Devil Bear Douluo with a single slash, his gaze briefly flicking toward Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Those two rats are up to no good," he thought grimly.
From behind, Snake Spear Douluo lunged, but his strike was deflected by the Seven Kill Sword. In a swift turn, over a dozen sword auras lashed out, forcing Snake Spear Douluo to retreat in utter embarrassment.
"Be careful! Is this man only ranked ninety-six? Why do I feel like he's about to break through?"
Devil Bear Douluo was breathing heavily.
He was the strongest of the three besieging Sword Douluo, at rank ninety-five. Yet even he was being pushed back by what seemed like casual sword strikes. Could a mere rank ninety-six Titled Douluo do this?
After all, with three Titled Douluo attacking him, Sword Douluo should have been draining soul power far faster than they were. Even with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's boost, this shouldn't be possible—especially since Ning Fengzhi, a mere Soul Saint, had long since been unable to maintain enhancement for five people at once. The glow of augmentation on Sword Douluo had already faded.
"Old Ghost, I've changed my mind," Chrysanthemum Douluo said suddenly. "Chen Xin's too strong. Even with four of us, we might not take him down quickly. Let's go kill Chen Feng together, then all five of us can gang up on him."
Ghost Douluo paused. That was, admittedly, a safer plan. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.
Two Titled Douluo against a single Soul Emperor—if anything went wrong, there would be no justice in the world.
On the Seven Treasure Battle Team's side, the shockwaves from the Titled Douluo battles rolled endlessly across the field. Many had already fainted under the oppressive pressure.
The residual force wasn't even aimed at them, yet the gap between them and Titled Douluo was simply too vast.
Inside the luxurious carriage, the horses had long since collapsed, twitching on the ground. From within the carriage came a faint, almost imperceptible presence.
As Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo approached without a sound, a sword covered in dark-red demonic patterns appeared out of nowhere.
Swish—
The carriage exploded under a burst of soul power.
In the same instant, a dark-red light engulfed Ghost Douluo.
"Shura God Light!"
Chen Feng stepped out, the demonic markings on his forehead glowing as the crimson light burst forth, completely wrapping around Ghost Douluo.
It had all happened too fast.
Inside the carriage, Chen Feng had been quietly watching the battlefield through the Sword Dao Heavenly Eye. Since absorbing that skull bone, his Heavenly Eye had reached the Great Accomplishment stage—it could easily pierce thin barriers and see the outside world.
Shura God's Fourth Trial: Kill two Titled Douluo-level opponents.
The heavily injured Ghost Douluo, fresh from Tang Hao's hammer strike, was the perfect first target.
The dark-red Shura God Light was etched with intricate magic patterns. Against Ghost Douluo, it was like a natural nemesis. In an instant, it immobilized him, forcing his normally flickering, ghostly form into a tangible body.
A pale-faced middle-aged man appeared, his skin smoking black as though corroded by acid.
"Ah—!"
Ghost Douluo let out a piercing scream as black liquid streamed from his eye sockets.
Just one look at the crimson light—one glance—and his eyes felt as though they were being eaten away. Panic surged in his heart as he struggled to retreat.
But the crimson light was like a swamp, dragging at him. Even the famously fast Ghost Douluo now had to fight for every step.
"Chrysanthemum, help me!"
Ghost Douluo roared in desperation.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes reddened. How could this be happening?
He instantly activated his seventh spirit ring. A massive chrysanthemum bloomed into existence and came crashing down toward Chen Feng.
Boom—
Dust erupted. The carriage and horses were obliterated into nothingness.
The ground sank into a deep crater—but Chen Feng was nowhere to be seen.
"Above!"
A cold voice rang out.
From high in the air, the Seven Kill Demon Sword descended, now entirely dark-red.
No spirit rings—only seven stars.
Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red, Red.