A torrential blood rain poured from the heavens.
The world was drenched in crimson.
The battlefield fell into sudden, absolute silence.
Whether it was the tens of thousands of Star Luo soldiers or the Spirit Master legions of the Spirit Empire—
All lifted their heads toward the sky, staring blankly at the lone white figure amid the boundless blood-red expanse.
The youth's robes remained pristine; within three feet of him, every drop of blood rain dissolved into pure mist as if purified by an unseen barrier.
The pale-gold sword in his hand pointed diagonally toward the void, its edge exhaling annihilating power that vaporized falling blood into drifting scarlet haze.
Dozens of breaths later—
The Cloth-Robe Marquis suddenly raised his arm and roared:
"Sword Wine Douluo is invincible!!"
That single shout—
Was like a spark dropped into dry grass.
In an instant, it ignited the blood of an entire army.
"Sword Wine Douluo is invincible!!"
Tens of thousands of Star Luo soldiers howled at the sky, then raised their weapons, their shouts shattering the veil of blood:
"Kill!!!"
BOOM—!
Amid the deafening clangor, the battle lines surged forth once more—
Like a steel tide grown full of blades, crushing down upon the Spirit Master army.
A Titled Douluo had fallen.
And not just any—
a Spirit Hall elder.
The Spirit Empire's already-unsteady forces completely broke.
Blood splashed, shattered limbs flew, and howls of pain rose across the battlefield.
Ghost Douluo stood alone in the sky, blood rain plastering his withered hair across his forehead.
He slowly lifted his head—
Letting the still-warm blood rain strike his face.
"Yue Guan…" Ghost Douluo's voice was hoarse, steeped in unbearable grief.
He had known Yue Guan for sixty years—
the only partner with whom he shared a Titled-level Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Thinking back on their past—
He had been tormented for his hideous appearance since childhood, driven to drown himself in a lake.
Yet he unexpectedly fused with a wraith in the depths, mutating his Martial Soul.
The world feared his eerie aura.
Only the seemingly pretentious Yue Guan never shunned him.
Even though they bickered endlessly, their brotherhood only deepened over time.
Whoosh—
A wisp of gold entered Ghost Douluo's blurred vision.
He trembled and reached out—
A single chrysanthemum petal lay gently in his palm.
"Do not grieve."
Li Zhexian's voice cut through the rain like a sword edge.
"I'll send you to join your brother."
"I'm very experienced at this."
"When you get down there, ask the Devil Bear."
Ghost Douluo slowly curled his fingers, closing the petal in his fist.
His ghostlike face twisted, glaring at Li Zhexian with hatred:
"I want you dead!!"
The ninth Spirit Ring beneath his feet burned with deep, abyssal black light.
A cold wind tilted the blood rain—
Whimpers rose like ten thousand ghosts weeping.
"Ninth Spirit Ability — Hell Wraiths!"
Li Zhexian did not move.
He simply watched the maddened Ghost Douluo, gaze cold.
Black mist surged into the heavens, ghostly shapes flickering—
as though hell itself descended.
But then a booming elderly voice swept across the sky:
"Ghost Douluo, have you forgotten this old man?"
"Ninth Spirit Ability — Blazing-Bile Burning Heaven Light!"
Dugu Bo descended before Li Zhexian, his green-red cloak billowing.
The ten heads of the Ten-Headed Blazing-Jade Serpent Emperor all opened wide—
ten pillars of blue-red toxic light merged into a raging torrent, crashing toward Ghost Douluo.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—
Two Level 95 Super Douluo unleashed their Ninth Spirit Abilities head-on.
Heaven and earth quaked.
The shockwaves shattered the thousand-mile blood cloud overhead.
Sunlight broke through in scattered beams—
illuminating the two figures locked in stalemate.
Li Zhexian flicked his foot and drifted several meters toward the ground.
His Qinglian Sword sliced upward, pale-gold sword light shattering into countless streams that devoured the remaining shockwaves.
High above—
Dugu Bo roared:
"Today, I—Dugu Bo—
shall exterminate the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall!"
The ten serpent heads opened even further—
their maws stretching grotesquely, forming an arc of murderous blue-red.
Ten blazing divine lights sprayed forth—
Space itself rippled at the point of convergence, nearly collapsing under the destructive force.
Where the divine lights struck the "Hell Wraiths," they suddenly surged—
any ghostly figure touched by the radiance dissolved instantly with a hiss.
Crack—
Crack—
Sharp fracturing sounds echoed from the churning black mist.
The Hell Wraiths that summoned Ghost Douluo's legion of phantoms were splintering—
spreading with fractures like shattering ice.
"Raaaahhhhhh!!"
Ghost Douluo's eyes burned crimson; blood spurted from his mouth.
His Spirit Power surged like a breached dam, pouring madly into his crumbling Spirit Ability.
But—
Just a few breaths later—
With a brittle ding—
The entire Hell Wraiths domain collapsed.
A tidal wave of unleashed power swept outward.
But Dugu Bo's Blazing-Jade divine light did not diminish—
and swallowed Ghost Douluo whole.
Amid the blaze of fire and venom—
Ghost Douluo's screams tore through the battlefield.
His robes and flesh dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yet the hand clutching the chrysanthemum petal—
never loosened, even as his body disintegrated.
"Yue Guan…"
"Ghost Douluo… is coming to join you."
The blood clouds, scattered earlier by the shockwave, roiled together once more.
Wind wailed; blood rain poured harder.
Heaven and earth grieved.
The Elder of Spirit Hall—
Level 95 Super Douluo Ghost Douluo—
fell.
"Poison Douluo is invincible!!"
The vision of a Titled Douluo's fall ignited the Star Luo army; their shouts thundered as their morale surged to its peak.
Beneath the hazy curtain of blood—
Tens of thousands of Star Luo soldiers clashed brutally with the Spirit Empire's Spirit Masters.
The stench of blood permeated the air—
growing thick enough to choke.
The Ten-Headed Blazing-Jade Serpent Emperor beneath Dugu Bo slowly dispersed.
He swayed slightly—
then appeared silently beside Li Zhexian.
"Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo… dying in the same place—
I suppose it completes their lifetime of brotherhood."
His hoarse murmur held a trace of sentiment—
but not a shred of regret.
Enemies were enemies.
Only one side could live.
Perhaps those two were truly loyal and affectionate—
But standing on opposing sides meant no mercy.
Otherwise—
How would the dead of Star Luo rest?
And tomorrow's disaster would only shift to Heaven Dou.
Li Zhexian understood well.
If anything, he—unlike Dugu Bo—felt no sentiment at all.
"Everyone in the Spirit Empire—except the Angel Temple—deserves death."
A glimpse of the future flashed across his mind.
Cold light sharpened in his eyes.
He raised his sword toward the sky.
Sword qi swept out—
blood clouds shattered—
and the heavens cleared once more.
He looked toward the defeated Spirit Master army.
The Qinglian Sword rose again.
The first and second Spirit Rings beneath him flashed in rapid succession.
"Second Spirit Ability — Three Swords of Elegance."
"First Spirit Ability — Greenblade Severance."
Clang!
Clang!
The clear cry of the sword rang out.
A thousand-meter sword light erupted from the Qinglian Sword's edge.
The wind threw Li Zhexian's hair across his forehead, unable to conceal the frosty coldness in his eyes.
He swung once.
From him as the center—
a thousand-meter fan-shaped sword domain swept outward.
Every Spirit Hall Spirit Master within its reach—
was decapitated instantly.
A thousand heads fell in unison—
a sight horrifying beyond belief.
Even Dugu Bo winced inwardly.
The Star Luo soldiers froze for a heartbeat.
Until the youth's killing intent boomed like thunder:
"Kill!!"
The Cloth-Robe Marquis recovered first, brandishing his spear and roaring.
The Star Luo army surged forth like a roaring tide.
A massacre began in full.
Under the terror of Li Zhexian's single sword that slew a thousand—
The five thousand Spirit Hall Spirit Masters—
were annihilated to the last.
The news spread—
and the world shook.
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