Chapter 269: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's Destruction
All the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan watched as Ning Fengzhi gently stroked the head of a ten-thousand-year soul beast with a gentle expression on his face. Even under such circumstances, a look of surprise surfaced in their eyes.
Being able to stroke a soul beast's head meant that this beast was fully tamed, beyond question. Unexpectedly, Lord Ning had, at some unknown point, actually managed to tame a soul beast—and not just any soul beast, but a top-tier tiger-type beast, the king of beasts.
In the midst of battle, Dai Mubai—feeling like his luck had been terrible to end up joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and clinging to Gu Chen instead of going to the Clear Sky Clan—caught a glimpse of the Holy Tiger Spirit Beast for the first time. Immediately, he realized that his Evil-Eyed White Tiger Spirit was definitely of lower rank compared to that gleaming gold, flame-footed tiger.
Following Ning Fengzhi's orders, the Holy Tiger Spirit Beast roared and charged toward Liu Erlong. The disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan quickly closed the breach in the defensive line Liu Erlong had ripped open. The Ning family members poured all their strength into their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Spirits, forming an offense-defense formation that still looked as though it might hold out a bit longer.
But that defensive battle was only able to hold off the fallen Heaven Dou soldiers—those soldiers corrupted by Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God Spirit—as well as some of the clan's own disciples who had turned. In the sky above, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were gradually unable to withstand Bibi Dong's fierce assault.
"Demonic Evil Tiger Whale Tooth-Shred Slash!"
The blood-red light gleaming on Bibi Dong's right calf shone like fresh blood, sending more than a dozen bloody blades—shaped like tiger whale teeth—shooting toward Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
A series of impacts rang out as blood blades clashed with bones. Amidst a flash of scarlet, Bone Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood toward the sky; his ninth spirit skill, his strongest defensive technique, had been wholly shattered by Bibi Dong.
"Your time is up."
Within her purple-black Rakshasa Domain, which seethed with endless malignant thoughts, Bibi Dong's crimson eyes glinted with killing intent. The dark green pattern covering the edge of her features gave her a demonic yet striking beauty. Coupled with the scarlet light at the corners of her eyes and the purple-black surroundings, she looked like a messenger from the depths of hell.
Bone Douluo sensed that on this night, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would likely be doomed. Yet he made no plea for mercy; instead, he sneered, "Bibi Dong, you really should have taken a job at the Heaven Dou auction house, like those women who serve for others' pleasure. If I, Gu Rong, regret anything in this life, it's that I once treated you like my own niece, giving you every precious thing an old man like me had. Now I see that raising you wasn't even worth raising a soul beast."
"Gu Rong, you court death!"
Bibi Dong was enraged to the extreme. Though Gu Rong had not used a single crude word, his meaning was obvious—she, Bibi Dong, was worth less than a beast. This repulsive creature dared to humiliate her like that!
Originally clad in a seductive Rakshasa silk robe, Bibi Dong's form now changed; the unceasing purple-black resentful aura turned an ink green, and she transformed into a hideous, ink-green giant spider. She abandoned her Rakshasa True Form for the Devour Soul Spider Emperor True Form. The seven spirit rings she carried became eight black and one red—nine rings in total.
Yet the Rakshasa Domain remained. It was her innate domain, requiring no spirit to manifest.
"Bloodsucking Spider Stingers!"
In an instant, hundreds of ink-green spider spears formed behind Bibi Dong, storming toward Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, and more spears continued to form without end.
"Sixth spirit skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
Sword Douluo's sixth spirit ring lit up beneath his feet, and before him appeared ten thousand Seven Kill Swords forged of spirit power. As these myriad blades collided with the spider spears, it sounded like a thunderous metallic downpour.
By sheer numbers, the Seven Kill Swords were more plentiful, but in terms of sheer power, ten of them combined couldn't match a single spider spear. The spears quickly ripped through Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, splitting into two waves.
Sword Douluo hurriedly repositioned his blades, forming a constellation-like river of Seven Kill Swords before him—a shield to ward off and redirect the spears.
He could hold out for a while, but Bone Douluo—his ninth spirit skill already broken—didn't last long. His tall figure was swiftly consumed by the spider spears.
"Old Bones!"
"Uncle Bone!"
"Elder Bone!"
"Father!"
As the spears faded, a tall shape crashed to the ground. It still looked sturdy, yet it was little more than a walking skeleton.
Bone Douluo's clothing was in tatters, revealing white bones dyed crimson by blood all across his body. The worst mutilation was below his waist: whatever lay there had been given special attention by Bibi Dong, scoured away by her spider spears until nothing was left. Even the bones in that region were partially exposed. Words could barely describe the horror of it.
Bone Douluo's fall was like the final blow to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's confidence. With morale plummeting, the fallen army succeeded in tearing through their lines and launched into a massacre.
"Aaaargh!!"
On the city walls, Dai Mubai—fighting to the death—uttered a pained scream as a clan disciple corrupted by Rakshasa spirit power ripped away his left arm. Blood sprayed from the shoulder socket.
Just when Dai Mubai thought he would share the fate of the clan's other male disciples—dismembered—the figure before him didn't land a second blow, instead producing a twisted grin.
"Not bad. And that hair of yours doesn't look so different from a woman's."
Hearing this, Dai Mubai felt as though his heart stopped. His left arm torn off, his spirit power almost gone, he had no courage left to resist. All he wanted was to flee the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, return to Soto City, and keep living as "Young Master Dai." He refused to accept that sort of end.
But Dai Mubai's hopes were doomed. Moments later, he was slammed onto the ground, his clan garments torn to shreds as he let out a gut-wrenching scream.
Countless images flashed through his mind—the many achievements of two lifetimes, his ascent to the divine, his infamous feat of killing three thousand people in Soto City. In the end, he never imagined that in this life he would be "cut down" in return.
Dai Mubai: "Aaaargh…"
With defenses collapsing all around, a large number of clan disciples were massacred or brutalized once again, signaling the complete downfall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"Fengzhi, go! Quickly take Rongrong and Chen'er and escape!"
Sword Douluo's body flared with blasts of blood mist as he formed a circle of ghastly white domain power within a radius of thirty meters around him. This was his Seven Kill Domain.
Now that Bone Douluo had fallen, Sword Douluo finally unleashed his domain—one that made no distinction between friend and foe and was only suitable for one-on-one combat.
Ning Fengzhi roared, eyes bloodshot, "Uncle Sword!"
"Xiao Guang, hurry and take Fengzhi, Rongrong, and Chen'er away! Run! Go!!"
Even as his own body hemorrhaged blood, Sword Douluo fought on to hold Bibi Dong back.
Though the Holy Tiger Spirit Beast was only ten-thousand-years old, it clearly had a wisdom beyond normal spirit beasts of that level. With quick snaps of its jaws, it took Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, and Gu Chen onto its back, then sped off toward the forest where the clan raised its spirit beasts. Tigers are kings of the jungle, after all, and the forest was its domain.
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