Qiangu Zhangting lay crumpled on the floor, blood seeping from his mouth,
eyes wide with disbelief and humiliation.
He struggled to rise—bones screaming as if shattered, soul power chaotic in his meridians, strength utterly drained.
Silence choked the hall.
No one imagined the Qiangu Clan's heir—a Six-Ring Soul Emperor—would be crushed so utterly, so disgracefully.
"Bravo, Brother Fang!" Qian Zhenzang laughed, striding forward.
He loomed over Qiangu Zhangting, voice dripping with scorn:
"With this pathetic strength—you dare pursue Lady Gu Yue? A toad lusting for swan meat!"
Qiangu Zhangting gnashed his teeth—too broken to retort.
His gaze burned into Fang Yang—hatred and venom blazing.
"Young Master Qiangu!"
A gray-robed elder materialized, catching Qiangu Zhangting.
Qiangu Zhongchen—a Qiangu Clan Elder.
He propped up the boy, palm pressed to his back—Limit Douluo soul power flooding his veins.
"Elder Zhong… I… it hurts…" Qiangu Zhangting gasped, face ashen, body convulsing.
Even a Title Douluo's power couldn't quell the soul-deep agony—his voice twisted with torment.
Qiangu Zhongchen's face darkened like storm clouds.
He lifted his head—murky eyes locking onto Fang Yang, killing intent freezing the air.
"Brat—what did you do to Young Master Qiangu?!" His voice rasped with lethal threat.
Fang Yang remained serene—the elder's aura mere breeze.
He adjusted his sleeve, tone regretful:
"You came too soon. I hadn't killed him yet."
"INSOLENT!"
Qiangu Zhongchen exploded—nine rings blazed beneath his feet:
Two Yellow, Two Purple, Four Black—and a final, blood-red ring—a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!
Titled Douluo pressure crushed the hall.
Onlookers paled—blood qi surging—stumbling back in terror.
"Noisy!"
Fang Yang snorted—six rings erupted:
Black, Black, Black, Black-White-Gold, Azure-Gold, Black!
Each ring pulsed with apocalyptic might, the Black-White-Gold and Azure-Gold rings radiating cataclysmic power.
"What ring configuration is this?!" gasps rippled through the crowd.
Even Qian Zhenzang gaped—mind racing.
Qiangu Zhongchen's resolve hardened: "This brat must die!"
Flash!
He summoned Coiling Dragon Staff—dragon runes writhing, battle intent roaring.
Seventh and Ninth Rings flared:
"Seventh: Coiling Dragon True Body!"
"Ninth: Star-Shattering Dragon Strike!"
The staff transformed into a colossal dragon—all power coalesced in its fanged maw—one end aimed at Fang Yang's heart!
"Brother Fang—watch out!" Qian Zhenzang shouted, alarmed.
Fang Yang stood calm—voice flat:
"Beast Phantom Legion!"
Black Flame surged—five titanic phantoms coalesced:
- Blazing Lion—mane molten, roar shattering eardrums
- Sky-Burning Serpent—scales flowing with lava, heat scorching reality
- Crimson Flame Demon Tiger—claws searing the earth
- Inferno Mammoth—trunk blasting firestorms
- Annihilation Dragon—wings whipping flame-tornados, draconic howl shaking heaven.
They howled as one—the tower trembling under their fury.
Five black comets streaked toward the dragon-staff.
KABOOOOOM!
Energy shockwaves blasted outward—weak soul masters sent flying.
Flame clashed with dragon—light blinding all.
When the glow faded—
Qiangu Zhongchen's "unstoppable" strike lay shattered.
The five phantoms orbited Fang Yang—their pressure suffocating.
"What… what soul skill is this?!" a voice trembled.
Qiangu Zhongchen's face turned livid.
His full-power strike—deflected by a mere Soul Emperor!
Worse—each phantom radiated Hundred-Thousand-Year level aura!
Qian Zhenzang's eyes gleamed—whispering:
"No wonder the Destiny Coin warned me…"
Fang Yang stood hands clasped—phantoms swirling like a Beast Sovereign.
He glanced at Qiangu Zhongchen—voice icy:
"You may crawl away now."
Before the elder could react—the five phantoms lunged—annihilation incarnate!
"NO!"
Qiangu Zhongchen raised his staff—but felt like an ant before mountains.
CRASH!
He slammed into the wall—blood spraying, face draining to corpse-white.
"Devour him," Fang Yang commanded.
The phantoms encircled the elder—black flame consuming his soul and vitality.
Qiangu Zhongchen screamed—trapped in hellish torment.
Fang Yang turned to Qiangu Zhangting—voice gentle:
"Don't worry—it won't hurt much."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Qiangu Zhangting wailed, desperation shredding his voice.
"RELEASE ME! MY GRANDFATHER IS PAGODA MASTER QIANGU DONGFENG!"
Black Flame danced in Fang Yang's palm—chilling, sentient.
"STOP!"
A commanding voice boomed from the tower's apex.
But—the black flame drifted down—settling on Qiangu Zhangting's lower body.
"AAAAAH—NO!!!"
He curled into a ball—thrashing in agony.
The flame burned with cruel precision—consuming his manhood.
Silence froze the hall.
Everyone stared—horrified, awestruck.
No one expected such ruthless vengeance—Qiangu Zhangting was castrated before them all.
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