"Boom! Boom!"
At the Star Luo Grand Hotel, cannon fire was continuous, and the sounds of battle reached the heavens.
Luan Hongchen, manipulating hundreds of soul tool cannons, repeatedly tried to target the petite figure dancing with bells while simultaneously defending against the siege of multiple experts, sweat beading on his forehead.
In a head-on clash, he wasn't afraid of the Dark Bell, but defending a fixed position was just too much to ask.
His eyes swept the area, and Luan Hongchen's gaze settled on Qiangu Zhangting, who was fiercely attacking Yuanen Yehui with his rod. Anger surged in his heart: "Damn it, the Spirit Pagoda is actually cooperating with these scumbags. I'll make you pay for this later."
Manipulating the soul tool cannons to force Qiangu Zhangting back, Luan Hongchen's face flushed with anger as he roared, "Qiangu Zhangting, do you know what you are doing?"
Qiangu Zhangting blocked the cannon fire with his rod. His seventy-eighth rank spirit power, amplified by his Three-Word Battle Armor, approached the level of a Super Douluo. He landed steadily after a backflip, unfazed, and said, "Of course I know! I am creating a future for the Spirit Pagoda, removing the shadow looming over its head."
Imitating Qiangu Dongfeng's manner from his memory, he smiled and sighed with feigned regret: "Dean Mortal World, your students are truly formidable, each one a top-tier Genius. In a few decades, they'll all be top-tier powerhouses. How will our Spirit Pagoda even breathe then?"
Shaking his head, he signaled the five Titled Douluos behind him to charge forward.
"Feng Zaixing must die, but the rest of you can have a way out. Swear an oath to join the Spirit Pagoda, enter my Qiangu Family, and I, the Young Lord, will spare your lives."
Unaware of the drastic changes in the external battle situation and confident that the tide was in his favor, Qiangu Zhangting decided to display the authority of the Spirit Pagoda's Young Lord and recruit some subordinates.
His gaze swept over Yuanen Yehui, Le Zhengyu, Long Chen, Wu Siduo, and others, clicking his tongue in admiration. It was a pity that Gu Yue and Na'er had gone with Feng Zaixing to the palace banquet; they were probably already dead.
At that moment, the Witch Douluo Li Mengjie arrived with a large group of experts, joining the fray and immediately increasing the pressure on the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy.
Zhang Geyang had gone to the ocean to seek opportunities, leaving Li Mengjie hiding in the shadows, not daring to act. She simply came to assist Qiangu Zhangting instead.
Seeing Spirit Pagoda experts arriving to assist one after another, Qiangu Zhangting's arrogance grew stronger. He planted his Coiling Dragon Rod and laughed heartily with hands on his hips: "Dean Mortal World, you old man should think carefully about which side to stand on. Otherwise, today will be very ugly for you."
The Dark Bell giggled sweetly, her fair, delicate calves bouncing. It was hard for ordinary people to connect this cute girl with the Holy Spirit Cult's Dark Heavenly King.
"You'd better stop resisting, or things might get very bad for you~"
The bells emitted a clear, pleasant, yet demonic sound. Luan Hongchen frowned, about to call upon a powerful figure he wasn't very keen on dealing with.
But the next moment, the space within the shattered hotel twisted violently. Immediately after, the War God Hall's Twelve War Gods, including the Dark Emperor Douluo Luo Yuhang and the Begonia Douluo Shi Mengshan, appeared, looking confused as if they hadn't fully grasped the situation.
Above the ocean, Old Jin, who had just finished another round of steaming, wiped his sweat lightly, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth; naturally, teleporting these experts through the void was his doing.
Yuanen Yehui looked up and saw Na'er, Gu Yue, and Yu Xin were also there, attacking the black and red mechas on the periphery. She let out a long sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on her snow-white face.
Their presence meant the battle at sea was already safe, and tonight would have a good ending.
Qiangu Zhangting was shocked, his face rapidly darkening. With the War God Hall's Twelve War Gods and the three girls joining the fight, their advantage in the battle vanished into thin air. But how could he accept this?
"Kill! Kill as many as you can!"
Qiangu Zhangting swung his rod towards a lower-ranked War God. The experts from the Spirit Pagoda's Star Luo branch and the Green Skull Organization led by Nanali all pressed forward together. Countless seventh spirit rings lit up—the final showdown had arrived!
"Seal!"
Yu Xin fixed her gaze on Qiangu Zhangting, her eyes icy cold. She unfurled the deification list, summoning a rain of sealing light. Qiangu Zhangting and several other powerful figures immediately froze, their spirit power sealed.
"Stab!"
The corners of Na'er's lips lifted. Her movements were ghostly and elusive, teleporting through space. With one thrust, her spear pierced through the Three-Word Battle Armor and stabbed into Qiangu Zhangting's right shoulder blade, the one he used to grip and exert force with his rod.
"Ahhh————" Qiangu Zhangting cried out in pain.
"And me."
Gu Yue's fair hands danced, manipulating spatial elements. Spatial vortices appeared all around.
Na'er's expression was cold and pale. Raising her spear, she darted through them, stabbing out dozens of spear gleams in the blink of an eye. Blood lines flew from Qiangu Zhangting as he toppled straight backwards.
"This punch is mine!"
Yuanen Yehui leaped into the air, activating her Titan Giant Ape form and unleashing the "Sea Overturning Divine Fist" taught by Feng Zaixing, delivering a heavy blow to Qiangu Zhangting.
"Boom!"
The ground collapsed into a crater several meters wide. Qiangu Zhangting twitched within the hole, his battle armor shattered, his Coiling Dragon Rod broken in two. The bloodshot eyes held fear and disbelief.
How could he lose? And lose so miserably?
Similar scenes played out elsewhere. Xu Xiaoyan's Star Staff was immensely powerful on the chaotic battlefield, sprinkling starlight like rain, strongly controlling enemies and immobilizing them. Then, top-tier combatants would swoop in for the finishing blow.
At that moment, earth-shattering commotion came from beyond the sky. Nanali released her perception and saw Smiling Tiger being decisively erased and refined by Feng Zaixing, who descended like a god from heaven. Her little face couldn't help but pale.
"How is this guy more evil than us?"
Nanali felt that if Feng Zaixing came, he would probably refine her too. So she fought while retreating, attempting to flee.
Upon seeing Feng Zaixing raise his spear and ascend into the sky to engage Halossa in battle, Nanali hesitated no longer. Her demonic bells swept up the Witch Douluo Li Mengjie and threw her back as a shield.
"Hehe, I'll leave her to you~" Nanali transformed into smoke and fled, decisively selling out her scheming ally.
Luan Hongchen fired a cannon shot, hitting the Witch Douluo Li Mengjie squarely. Seeing that Li Mengjie wasn't dead, his eyes lit up.
"Li Mengjie, you actually have a Divine Artifact protecting you? Good, it belongs to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy now! Everyone, attack together!"
Luan Hongchen stopped pursuing Nanali and instead bombarded Li Mengjie with cannon fire, treating her like an Evil Soul Master.
Li Mengjie desperately held up her Witch's Cloak, inwardly cursing her misfortune, before Yu Xin shone the deification list directly upon her, rolled her up, stripped her of the Divine Artifact, turning her into a treasure delivery boy.
With Nanali and Li Mengjie falling one after another, the experts from the Spirit Pagoda and the Holy Spirit Cult were either dead or captured.
"Strip these guys of their gold, silver, and pants! They say to pluck feathers as the goose flies by. Today, this Dean will be a money-loving golden toad!"
Luan Hongchen, in high spirits, took up the work of a river pirate. Cold-hearted Evil Soul Masters had turned into heart-warming resources—who could resist?
Long Chen, acting like a bootlicker, brought over a captured red mecha and asked, "Teacher, the boss and the others are still fighting fiercely. Shouldn't we go reinforce them?"
Luan Hongchen glanced outside, his face darkening: "Reinforce what? Your teacher might not even be a match for your boss right now."
After thinking for a moment, Luan Hongchen waved his hand: "Here's what we'll do. Go tie up everyone from the Spirit Pagoda Academy, not a single one left. Then guard Qiangu Zhangting closely. These people are our evidence to cripple the Spirit Pagoda."
"Yes, sir!" Long Chen accepted the order, strode off with Le Zhengyu in tow, gathered personnel, and the'Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix' duo sprang into action at lightning speed.
Luan Hongchen narrowed his eyes and nodded, surveying the students cleaning up the battlefield, soon revealing a silly, joyful smile that could rival a military parade.
Back then, Feng Zaixing had said they should ally with Qiangu Dongfeng to suppress Shrek. When the contradictions became irreconcilable years later, they would find a willing collaborator to take the top position. Today, everything was indeed unfolding according to his plan.
Now, having shed this heavy burden, the Federation would enter a fast lane of development at an unprecedented speed.
"What a pity, what a pity. Qiangu Zhangting is a useless, disappointing good-for-nothing. Qiangu Dongfeng, you were cunning your whole life, how did you end up with such a useless grandson?"
"Clang~!"
The golden spear blocked the sword's guard. Feng Zaixing closed the distance, locking in a contest of strength with Halossa. The elemental energy of heaven and earth churned violently.
Behind Feng Zaixing, the Holy-Evil Mark evolved into a hundred-meter Dao diagram. Angelic radiance rotated, and blazing flames scorched the soul.
Around Halossa, the gray aura of the Netherworld Rebirth Domain soared to the skies. Emperor Sword Qi shot out in all directions, and ghostly claws were terrifying to behold.
The two stalemated for two seconds before Halossa actively retreated, avoiding the crescent-moon spatial slash drawn by Yu Guanjun's Godly Brush.
Kong Yao's sun and moon rose together. The great sun was like a Golden Crow, the cold moon like jade, shooting out countless sharp, metal-cutting rays of light.
Halossa fought while retreating, occasionally turning his undead creatures into sacrificial fuel, absorbing their power to evade the opponent's fierce attacks.
There was no other way. The opponent simply had too many experts. Even with his near-invincible combat power, Halossa had no room to fully exert it.
The three clashed for dozens more rounds. Feng Zaixing seized an Opportunity to ambush the Death Knights. Relying on the golden dragon spear's devouring power, he destroyed two in quick succession, rapidly restoring his own condition.
"Brat, you're not taking this Emperor seriously enough!"
"Eighth Spirit Ability, Death Withering!"
Halossa was so angry his eyes seemed about to burst. His eighth spirit ring instantly lit up. With a series of movements, he pointed his pluto sword downwards, and a grayish-white light bloomed outward like flower petals.
Seeing these gray petals appear, both Yu Guanjun and Kong Yao showed wariness. Feng Zaixing, after a moment's thought, advanced instead of retreating. A one-inch gleam of mental force shot from his eyes.
Space suddenly twisted as if folding. The blooming speed of the grayish-white petals slowed. Immediately after, Holy-Evil Marks appeared around Feng Zaixing's body. His handsome face was half-sacred, half-profane, his tall, straight frame as firm as a green pine or divine sword. The order of heaven, earth, and the universe rotated accordingly.
The next instant, an unbelievable scene unfolded before Halossa—part of his Death Withering petals transformed from profane to sacred, their aura greatly diminished.
Simultaneously, the light and dark elements in all directions went berserk. Before Feng Zaixing appeared a sacred giant flower, extremely similar in form and even a full size larger. A torrent of bright golden light surged forth, bringing forth vibrant life wherever it passed, colliding with the Death Withering.
Halossa exclaimed in surprise: "What kind of mental Domain is this?"
Feng Zaixing smiled: "Your Netherworld Rebirth Domain has a second form. My 'Myriad Manifestations Divine Guidance' naturally has a second form as well. This Domain is called 'Hundred Li Universe'. I comprehended it just now on the ocean after killing a major enemy."
"Hundred Li Universe. Where my will resides, I am the master of the universe. If my cultivation were a bit deeper, not only could I mimic your spirit abilities, but I could even reverse them back onto you."
In a sense, this move of his was the bane of the bane for Evil Soul Masters.
Halossa's expression turned utterly somber. He lamented sorrowfully: "This lord is unwilling. Why is Heaven so unjust?"
Feng Zaixing shook his head: "It's a pity. Although we are both sons of the plane, our paths are different. Otherwise, I could have spared your life tonight."
"Alright, tell me where the Demon Empress is, and where the other experts of your Holy Spirit Cult are. I'll try to send them to you as quickly as possible."
Halossa shook his head vehemently, saying sharply: "This Emperor does not know where the Demon Empress is, and you won't get any information about her from me! As for those ants, kill them if you can. Turn over the Star Luo and Douling continents, and you'll find them eventually!"
"Then it's a pity." Feng Zaixing sighed lightly, his gaze instantly turning cold and sharp.
"Nine Cauldrons Seal!"
Nine War Cauldrons descended from the sky. Halossa swung his sword, knocking several away, but his last two Death Knights lacked that strength and were completely suppressed.
Yu Guanjun and Kong Yao shot out, tightly entangling Halossa.
Feng Zaixing raised his spear, annihilated the two Death Knights, then engaged Halossa again. He released the Hundred Li Universe, followed by the Holy Body Heaven Domain, but the twelve Angel Warriors were not seen.
The twelve Angel Warriors had already been injured in the Tang Sect's fixed-load soul tool cannon shell attack; otherwise, the battle would have ended long ago.
But the impact wasn't too great. On the battlefield, light and shadows crisscrossed as the three top experts surrounded Halossa, exchanging thousands of moves.
When Halossa was exhausted and made a slight misstep, Feng Zaixing seized the Opportunity. His right hand gripped the golden dragon spear, stabbing at Halossa's wrist, while his left hand formed the Sea Overturning Divine Fist Seal and struck out in one fluid motion.
The corner of Halossa's mouth split. His right hand swept out like an eagle's talon. Fist Seal met claw imprint. Blood energy, spirit power, and mental force clashed violently. Both men coughed blood and were sent flying.
"If this Emperor hadn't been too depleted, that claw would have taken your life!" Halossa said fiercely.
Yu Guanjun and Kong Yao seized the opening, both striking Halossa simultaneously. The Netherworld Douluo's blood sprayed across the sky, nearly bisected by the spatial order.
Feng Zaixing's face was as pale as snow. He raised his voice in reply: "If I were ten years older, that punch would have ensured you never transcend rebirth!"
As he spoke, the god-level mecha blazing fire appeared, transforming into an eight-meter-long powerful bow beside Feng Zaixing. Feng Zaixing's physique expanded. He drew the bowstring, using the golden dragon spear as the arrow, his eyes gleaming with the keenness of an eagle.
"Arrow to Slay a Quasi-God!"
The bowstring twanged. Light swirled across the firmament. Halossa could no longer evade and could only raise his sword to block.
But, he couldn't block it.
The pluto sword cracked and flew from his hand upon contact. Halossa's chest was laid open. He was sent flying, blood spurting, carried by the divine spear like a meteor streaking across the night sky before crashing heavily onto the plaza of Star Luo City.
Golden light drifted like mist as Feng Zaixing descended and asked, "Any last words?"
Halossa let out a bitter laugh and shook his head gently.
Feng Zaixing nodded. With a raise and fall of his sword, a fine head soared into the air, blood gushing. A vast sheet of incinerating flames descended, burning Halossa's remains to ashes.
Then, he turned, used the golden dragon spear to lift Halossa's head, and flew into the air, standing as if howling under the full moon: "The Netherworld Emperor is dead! The Holy Spirit Cult shall be destroyed!"