"Seventh Spirit Ability — Chrysanthemum True Body!"
A thousand-meter Chrysanthemum erupted into existence, dyeing half the sky in blinding gold.
A rich floral scent flooded the battlefield.
The giant chrysanthemum gleamed with metallic luster, every petal like forged divine steel—razor-sharp, cold light ripping through the air.
Li Zhexian stepped forward, utterly fearless.
Seven brilliant Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet.
The seventh, a radiant gold ring, suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.
"Seventh Spirit Ability — Qinglian True Body!"
The cloud sea across a hundred miles split apart, rolling to the sides.
A colossal pale-gold Qinglian Sword pierced through the clouds, waves of annihilation sweeping in all directions.
On the battlefield below—
Whether Star Luo soldiers or the Spirit Master army, every weapon trembled violently in their hands, as though bowing to the emperor of all blades.
Where the Qinglian appeared—
all blades submitted.
Under countless shocked gazes—
The Chrysanthemum and the colossal Qinglian Sword collided with brutal force.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!
The sky tore open in a jagged rift as gold and pale blue power detonated.
A storm of Spirit Power exploded outward like a tidal wave, crushing downward.
The earth split open.
Sand and stone were thrown skyward.
Many were blasted into the air; those too close collapsed with blood dripping from ears and nose.
A thousand-meter radius of storming dust and chaotic energy blurred all sight, hiding what transpired within.
Even Dugu Bo and Ghost Douluo halted mid-battle, both glancing anxiously toward the battlefield's center.
Finally—
The shockwaves scattered.
And beneath the slowly clearing sky—
Li Zhexian's white robes fluttered, still untainted, still ethereal like an immortal.
"Pff—!"
Yue Guan's face was pale as death.
His luxurious white robes were shredded.
Blood spilled unchecked from the corners of his lips.
"Sword Wine Douluo is invincible!!"
Compared to the stunned Spirit Master army—
The tens of thousands of Star Luo soldiers erupted into a frenzy, raising their weapons high and screaming toward the heavens.
On the Cloth-Robe Marquis's cold, iron-hard face—
shock finally showed.
"So this… this is Sword Wine Douluo's strength?"
"To slay a Titled Douluo at the age of twenty!"
"This is how a man should be!"
At that moment—
A rasping, furious voice exploded across the battlefield.
"Yue Guan!!"
Ghost Douluo's figure blurred as he bolted toward Yue Guan.
But a massive serpent tail lashed across his path.
Ghost Douluo's expression twisted; he raised an arm to block—
BOOOOM!!!
He was hurled back hundreds of meters.
"Cough—cough!"
From beneath the lower edge of his mask—
Dark, coagulated blood dripped steadily.
He stared at Dugu Bo atop the Ten-Headed Blazing-Jade Serpent Emperor, and from his deadened eyes erupted a towering killing intent.
"You old poisonous bastard—you dare stop me?!"
Of the serpent's ten heads—
one supported Dugu Bo,
the other nine sprayed torrents of burning toxic mist, forcing Ghost Douluo back in a storm of deadly fumes.
"What if I stop you?"
"Old man does not merely stop you today—
I'm going to kill you."
Yue Guan glanced toward the raging fight between Ghost Douluo and the old poison master.
He wiped the blood at his lip with the back of a slender, bone-pale hand.
Looking toward Li Zhexian—who drank lazily from his wine gourd—his heart churned with violent shock.
The strength of the Seventh Spirit Ability depended on Martial Soul quality and the age of the Spirit Ring.
He, a Level 95 Super Douluo, held a fifth fifty-thousand-year ring at the theoretical limit—
and possessed the peerless Martial Soul, the Chrysanthemum.
And yet—
A Super Douluo's True Body…
was shattered head-on by a Spirit Saint?!
Just what is the quality of Li Zhexian's Martial Soul?
How many years is his seventh Spirit Ring?!
"Cough…"
Yue Guan pressed a hand to his lips again—
more blood seeped between his fingers.
He lifted his eyes—
Even as Ghost Douluo was being forced back blow after blow, he still roared madly, fighting with everything he had, desperate to reach Yue Guan's side.
A faint, sorrowful smile slowly rose on Yue Guan's ghost-pale face.
"Ninth Spirit Ability—"
He looked once more toward Li Zhexian.
In his peach-blossom eyes surged a chill colder than bone.
Beneath his feet, the ninth Spirit Ring ignited—
its light burning to the heavens.
Yue Guan's voice trembled with both madness and grief, echoing across the world:
"Chrysanthemum falls, petals scatter,
flowers dying, hearts shattering!"
Behind him, the Chrysanthemum True Body rotated slowly—
like a descending golden sun.
But at that instant—
The sixth Spirit Ring beneath Li Zhexian's feet flared with blood-colored light.
"Sixth Spirit Ability — Mirage Mind Severance."
An invisible, formless sword—aimed directly at thought itself—pierced into Yue Guan's brow.
This strike harmed no flesh, broke no Spirit Power—
it severed a single thought.
—The very intent to activate Yue Guan's Ninth Spirit Ability.
Yue Guan froze.
His eyes turned vacant.
"I… what was I about to do?"
Ghost Douluo, who had been watching the center battlefield with part of his mind, finally lost all composure.
"Yue Guan!!"
He had been using his Ghost Martial Soul to shift between tangible and phantom states, barely maintaining a stalemate with Dugu Bo.
Yet now—
He abandoned everything, solidifying his body and forcibly taking a direct blow from Dugu Bo—
just to hurl himself toward Yue Guan.
At the instant their figures converged, radiant light burst from both their bodies.
"Yue Guan!"
"Run!"
"Martial Soul Fusion Ability— Bipolar Static Domain—!"
Li Zhexian's lips curled in icy disdain.
"No one is leaving."
He raised two fingers like a blade and slashed toward them.
"Qinglian Sword Song, Ninth Form— A Thousand Autumns Depart."
This sword—
moved as though it had already been unleashed dozens of breaths earlier.
The moment it fell, it cut across all time and space, striking the two just as they attempted to initiate their fusion.
Before the stunned eyes of Dugu Bo, the Cloth-Robe Marquis, and tens of thousands of soldiers—
Their silhouettes blurred—
Yue Guan's blood reversed back into his lips,
and Ghost Douluo's desperate cry echoed again:
"Run! Yue Guan!!"
"YUE GUAN!!"
Ghost Douluo's body was flung backward from Yue Guan's side—
dragged along the same path he had just flown forward, ripping the air open—
and thrown once more before Dugu Bo.
"Time… reversed?!"
"This is impossible!!"
Ghost Douluo's furious scream shattered his own mask—
revealing a skeletal, corpse-like face with crazed red eyes.
He reached toward Yue Guan—
Terror twisting his features like a tortured ghost.
"No… don't—! DON'T!!"
Li Zhexian's hand—
finally closed around the hilt of the Qinglian Sword.
The blade that had slumbered through the entire winter—
was about to awaken.
The Skydream Sword Shrine had already fused two opposing sword intents—tempered into a single strike.
He slowly drew the blade.
His cold voice echoed across heaven and earth:
"Skydream Spirit Bone Spirit Ability—Three Thousand Sword Repository: Shaking Light Searing Frost."
CLANG—
CLANG—
CLANG—!!
Sword hums ripped through the sky.
The sound of the unsheathing blade pierced the clouds, chilling the air.
Blazing sword light leapt from the emerging edge—
brilliant as the Milky Way pouring from the heavens, sharp enough to pierce the soul.
Cries erupted across the battlefield as soldiers squeezed their eyes shut—
the radiance so intense it stabbed directly into their vision.
And the moment the Qinglian Sword fully left its sheath—
Stars trembled and swayed.
A blazing sea of fire surged like a tide.
Frost serpents froze the land in sweeping coils.
Starfire Sword Intent and Frostblade Sword Intent fused into one—
transforming into a torrent of annihilating sword might.
In a single heartbeat—
it swallowed Yue Guan whole.
BOOOOOOOOM————!!!!!
A world-shaking detonation split the battlefield.
The earth wailed; the sky dimmed.
Yue Guan's vast Spirit Power and physical force lost control, ravaging outward—
triggering a cataclysm in the sky.
Blood-red clouds churned across a thousand miles.
A torrential rain of blood fell in sheets.
When a Titled Douluo falls—
heaven and earth mourn.
The Elder of Spirit Hall,
Level 95 Super Douluo—
Yue Guan—
fell.