The Spirit Master legions of the Spirit Hall arrived right on schedule.
At the edge of the horizon—
First appeared a long, spreading smear of darkness.
Then—
A thunderous rumble rolled forth like a collapsing sky, shaking the earth in steady rhythms, as though some colossal beast stamped across the land.
Five thousand Spirit Masters advanced in formation, unstoppable and crushing.
Surging Spirit Power roared upward, weaving together above their heads, swelling into a tide of energy vast enough to blanket half the heavens.
Yellow sand rose under their marching steps, staining daylight into a dull haze. Attributes collided—fire, wind, thunder, ice—sparking noises like ten thousand beasts howling at once.
Before such a world-ending sight, the one hundred thousand soldiers of Star Luo did not retreat even a single step.
War horns tore through the long winds.
Star Luo war banners cracked and snapped in the air.
The Cloth-Robe Marquis raised his long spear, his warhorse rearing upright. With a violent shout, his killing intent swept across the battlefield:
"Kill——!!!"
The next moment—
The earth quaked. Yellow sand blotted out the sky.
One hundred thousand armored soldiers surged forward all at once.
The sound of blades drawn, the grinding of iron plates—merged into a single steel torrent, splitting into countless battle formations, stabbing straight toward the Spirit Master army like an avalanche of knives.
The earth screamed beneath them; even the heavens dimmed.
The iron-blooded tide collided head-on with the radiance of Spirit Abilities.
Arrows rained like locusts, blotting out the sun—yet burst into dust against Spirit Power shields.
Warhorses shrieked.
Blades clashed.
Every charge tore open a fresh spray of blood.
Spirit Abilities bloomed like flowers of death.
Thunder, flame, frost, wind blades carved out chunks of empty space, and severed limbs and scorched bodies were hurled across the field.
And yet—
The Star Luo soldiers were far too fierce.
With iron discipline and a will unafraid of death, they pressed forward in layers, sacrificing in waves to continually compress the Spirit Master formation.
Spirit Power was not infinite.
Soon, the light of Spirit Abilities dimmed.
In the midst of screams, the muffled thuds of Spirit Masters being run through by blade and spear began to multiply.
The front line—
retreated.
Step by step.
The Spirit Master army was forcibly pushed back—each step landing on blood-soaked mud and mangled corpses, the mixture of sand and blood turning the ground into a thick mire that barely allowed footing.
The Cloth-Robe Marquis, like the late Triumphant Marquis before him,
fought four Spirit Masters of equal level with only his own Spirit Power—level 86.
His cloak snapped like a banner of blood.
Every sweep of his spear dragged a gale of scarlet Spirit Power.
This was his Martial Soul—
the Blood-Slaughtering Spear.
He had killed to the brink of madness.
The tassel at his spear tip dripped red—no longer distinguishable whether it was enemy blood or his own.
Just as Star Luo's will to fight surged like wildfire—
Between heaven and earth—
A voice suddenly echoed, tinged with admiration but saturated with condescension:
"The Star Luo Empire was founded on martial strength."
"Your warriors are indeed worthy of respect."
"Those who cast aside their weapons and surrender shall not be slain."
The moment the words fell—
All movement on the battlefield stilled.
A pressure surpassing all battlefield slaughter descended like a curtain of darkness from behind the Spirit Master army.
Every shout of battle was strangled by an invisible hand, becoming distant, blurred.
To one side of the sky—
Sinister black fog unfurled, silent and chilling.
The mist writhed with faint wails of resentful spirits, devouring even the light.
A figure stood within it—
like a shadow that swallowed depth itself.
On the opposite side—
Golden light speared upward.
A strange, intoxicating fragrance filled the air.
The enormous phantom of a towering Ethereal Chrysanthemum slowly rotated behind a white-robed figure, its petals gleaming with razor-edged brilliance that shrieked as they sliced the air.
One man stood within that radiance—
white robes immaculate, gently twirling a chrysanthemum petal between his fingers with a languid, seductive grace.
The moment these two appeared—
The Spirit Master army—previously wavering—was filled with renewed hope, fighting spirit flaring once more.
In contrast, the Star Luo soldiers felt as though drenched by icy rain; their battle will stuttered.
Such was the terror of a Titled Douluo.
Before ordinary Spirit Masters and mortal soldiers, a Titled Douluo was no different from a god—
aloof, inviolable, gazing down upon the world.
"Kill——!"
At that moment—
The Cloth-Robe Marquis thrust his spear through a Spirit Douluo.
Pulling the weapon free—
a spray of blood streaked across his face.
He leveled his spear toward the skies,
toward Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo,
his voice filled with killing intent and unshaken resolve.
"Intrude upon my homeland… harm my people…"
"Even if you are Titled—
you are still unforgivable!"
The Marquis roared:
"KILL——!!!"
That shout—
Ignited the Star Luo soldiers' blood!
They pounded their shields with blades like war drums, their voices shaking the sky:
"KILL——!!!"
Yue Guan brushed a finger across his lips, eyes cold as ice.
"A swarm of ants… daring to bark."
Before his words even faded—
Golden petals poured down like a torrential storm,
blanketing the brutal battlefield.
Each petal was razor-sharp, carving shrill cries from the air itself.
And just before the petals were about to fall on the soldiers—
Clang!
Between heaven and earth—
A clear, resounding sword cry suddenly rang out.
Amidst the drastically changing expressions of Yue Guan and Gui Mei, and under the fervent gaze of tens of thousands of Star Luo soldiers... a white-robed young man suddenly appeared beneath the rain of petals.
Facing the sharpness that filled the sky, he joined his fingers like a sword and flicked upward.
A streak of faint, golden-glazed sword qi burst from his fingertips,
stretching hundreds of meters across,
shredding every petal in its path.
Then, the sword qi kept going—
slamming into the ground and plowing a thousand-meter-long,
bottomless ravine before dissipating.
Sunlight returned.
The deadly rain of petals—
was completely erased by that youth's casual strike.
One hundred thousand Star Luo soldiers froze in disbelief.
"Marquis offers thanks to Sword Wine Douluo for his aid!"
The Marquis shouted with fervor, and the soldiers finally snapped out of their trance.
Shock and fanaticism surged across every blood-stained face.
Sword Wine?!
The prodigy who ascended to Titled rank at twenty?
Sword Wine Douluo had come to aid Star Luo?!
In an instant—
One hundred thousand soldiers roared as one, their cry shaking the heavens:
"THANK YOU, SWORD WINE DOULUO!!!"
Yue Guan swept his gaze over the newly-emboldened Spirit Master army,
then spoke three icy, deliberate syllables:
"Li. Zhe. Xian."
Li Zhexian stepped onto sword qi, rising into the sky until he faced Yue Guan from a hundred meters away.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo… when it comes to sharpness, you are far inferior."
Whoosh—
A cloud of green-red mist drifted to Li Zhexian's side.
Dugu Bo emerged from the poison mist, draped in his green-and-red cloak.
Facing Ghost Douluo across the sky, his hoarse voice spilled with killing intent:
"Today..."
"I, whose poison reigns supreme, must slay a Titled Douluo."
Boom!
A thousand-meter Ten-Headed Blazing-Jade Serpent Emperor erupted from beneath him, its massive tail whipping wind and thunder as it struck toward Ghost Douluo.
Ghost Douluo hadn't expected Dugu Bo to be so brutally direct—striking the instant he arrived.
But he felt no fear at all—splitting into a thousand shadows to meet the attack head-on.
In an instant—
The two clashed violently,
Spirit Power light intertwining, shockwaves tearing through the air.
Li Zhexian and Yue Guan ascended simultaneously.
Their gazes collided—
killing intent sparking like steel.
"Yue Guan…" Li Zhexian's body turned a glazed color. He pressed his hand to his sword hilt and said coldly:
"You ambushed me and tried to kill me several times in the past."
"In this solo battle today, I will definitely kill you."
Yue Guan's eyes drifted to the Qinglian Sword hanging at Li Zhexian's waist.
He lifted the corner of his lips, smiling with decadent elegance.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Li Zhexian—long time no see.
Your youthful arrogance has only grown stronger."
"Today, I truly wish to witness…"
"How you intend to kill me."
BOOM——!
Nine radiant Spirit Rings rose beneath him—perfectly configured, blinding.
The oppressive aura of a Level 95 Super Douluo detonated skyward in a towering pillar of light.
His voice—cold, ambiguous between male and female—thundered across the entire battlefield:
"Seventh Spirit Ability—Chrysanthemum True Body!"
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