High above the heavens, sword qi and raging wind-thunder tore into each other like battling flood dragons. Expanding shockwaves shattered the swirling snow, and the entire Heaven Dou City trembled violently beneath the aftermath.
Chen Xin extended two fingers like a sword, slicing open a curtain of sword light.
Dugu Bo swept his hand, releasing a billowing wave of poisonous mist.
The two joined forces to block the dispersing shockwaves.
Even so—
Heaven Dou City's buildings crumbled, rubble falling like rain.
People collapsed to the ground, pale as ash, staring upward in horror.
"Th-this… is this the full power of Lord Sword Wine?"
"No ordinary Titled Douluo could release such power!"
"He isn't even twenty yet!"
"Did Lord Sword Wine win?!"
Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, and the others stared tensely at the turbulent sky.
Spirit Power surged and expanded for dozens of miles.
They couldn't see anything clearly within the vortex.
"Zhexian will definitely win." Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, and the girls clasped their hands tightly, their pretty faces drained of color.
They couldn't help worrying.
A battle between Titled Douluo shifted by the second.
Victory, defeat, life, and death could be decided in a single breath.
Even with powerful experts nearby, timely intervention was not guaranteed.
Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others narrowed their eyes.
Spirit Power surged around their bodies, muscles wound tight like drawn bows, staring unblinkingly at the dispersing storm of soul energy.
Behind them, Snow Empress stood silent, cold aura drifting around her, but not yet released.
A kilometer away—
Tang Xiao and the three Elders wore equally grim expressions, as though facing a mortal enemy.
At that moment—
All the experts' eyes lit up simultaneously.
"Someone's coming out!"
CLANG—!
A jet-black sword light tore into the sky, domineering and unstoppable.
It ripped apart the chaotic energy currents and slashed toward a certain direction.
Clang—!
A metallic explosion ripped through the sky.
The swirling energy finally cleared, revealing Tang Yue, hammer raised in block.
His expression was exceedingly ugly.
He had attacked with full strength, yet gained no advantage.
His blood churned, and his Spirit Power circulation was sluggish.
But the most terrifying thing—
Was the oppressive Weapon Master Domain.
Within that domain, every swing of his Clear Sky Hammer required double the Spirit Power, yet its strength was actually reduced.
"Second Elder, be careful!"
From outside the battlefield—
The furious shouts of Tang Xiao and the three Elders erupted simultaneously.
Tang Yue's heart tightened. He jerked his head aside—
A pitch-black sword light, brimming with death, brushed past his neck by a hair's breadth.
The frigid sword qi stung his skin like needles.
He staggered back several steps, face drained of color, staring at the white-robed youth emerging from the sword shadowed domain.
Li Zhexian's expression was icy.
The sleeve on his right sword arm had completely torn apart.
His arm was split open with countless bloody cracks—horrifying to behold.
Before Tang Yue could even feel relieved—
Glazed radiance flowed across Li Zhexian's body.
His blood essence surged like a raging river.
The wounds on his arm healed instantly before his eyes.
"Monstrous brat!"
Tang Yue's face twisted again, his voice trembling with anger.
Li Zhexian flicked his wrist.
The Qinglian Sword reflected a chilling light across Tang Yue's face, cold enough to freeze marrow.
"Senior experts," Li Zhexian said calmly, "help me clear the field. I need to kill my enemy."
Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Dugu Bo, and Yu Yuanzhen acted without hesitation.
Spirit Power erupted as they charged at Tang Xiao and the other three Elders.
"To verbally issue a challenge, how utterly shameless!"
"You younger generation of the Clear Sky Clan have disgraced the sect entirely!"
Tang Xiao never expected—
that Chen Xin and the others would act immediately without a single word of negotiation.
He swung his hammer in fury, blocking Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword strike, then punched backward at Gu Rong's bone dragon claw.
He was, after all, the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Clan.
Facing two opponents at once, he still did not fall into disadvantage.
However—
Just as his strength left a small opening—
A fleeting, traceless blade of wind suddenly sliced toward him from the void.
Tang Xiao's expression changed drastically.
He forcibly twisted his body aside—
Shhrrip—
Blood spurted.
The sword qi grazed Tang Xiao's chest, slicing open a line of flesh.
Tang Xiao staggered Tang Xiao let out a muffled grunt and staggered backward.
On the other side—
The three Elders were in even worse shape.
Especially the Fifth Elder, Tang Gang.
A reddish-green palm mark burned across his chest, sizzling violently.
His flesh looked as though it were being scorched by poisonous fire, the corrosion rapidly spreading.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood, his face turning the color of old parchment.
The four Clear Sky experts were forced to huddle together, forming a defensive formation, their expressions extremely ugly.
Dugu Bo's mismatched blue-red eyes fell on Tang Gang as he sneered:
"You can't even take two of this old man's palms."
"And you dare boast before me?"
"You—! Pfft!"
Overcome by fury, Tang Gang spat out another mouthful of poisonous blood.
Just as the Clear Sky Clan was being completely suppressed, their defeat laid bare—
Tang Xiao's nine Spirit Rings abruptly erupted beneath him.
A terrifying aura, far surpassing every human expert present, blasted from his body.
A pillar of thunderous light shot into the sky, tearing open the heavens.
Level 97 Super Douluo!
Lightning churned in his eyes.
Even his breath crackled with electric arcs.
"Chen Xin! Old poison! Are you planning to fight my Clear Sky Clan to mutual destruction?!"
Chen Xin said coolly: "Tang Xiao, you were the one who broke the rules first."
"If not for the citizens of this city—and the Spirit Hall watching from the shadows—not a single one of you would leave here alive today."
The quiet killing intent hidden in his voice made Tang Xiao and the three elders shiver.
Dugu Bo added coldly: "One more word that disrupts Zhexian…"
"None of you will walk away alive. Believe it or not."
Tang Xiao's face darkened to iron.
His fists clenched.
But in the end, he said nothing more.
The Yazi Weapon Master Domain enveloped a kilometer in radius, packed with crisscrossing sword shadows of the Qinglian Sword, crushing Tang Yue's Clear Sky Hammer beneath their pressure.
Li Zhexian and Tang Yue fought until heaven and earth dimmed.
Zhexian's eyes shone with silver light.
His body gleamed like flawless glazed jade.
Eight Qinglian Sword Intents circled him.
It was the appearance he took only when forcing his spiritual power, physique, and sword intent to their absolute limit.
Clang—!
His sleeve swept outward.
The eight Qinglian Swords rose into the air.
Some burned like flame, some roared like thunder, some passed without form like wind…
Eight different attributes, all equally sharp, rushing together like eight rivers of sword intent surging toward Tang Yue.
His true body moved as well, walking with the sword—slipping between the gaps of the sword intent rivers, thrust after thrust aimed directly at Tang Yue's vitals.
Tang Yue roared hoarsely, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer so quickly it became an impenetrable wall of black iron.
Spirit Rings flashed one after another as he forcibly clashed head-on with each strike.
BOOM—! BOOM—!
It looked as though the sky itself were being shattered.
The two streaked across the battle, from the east of the city to the west.
Sword qi crisscrossed the air.
Wind and thunder ravaged everything.
The scene resembled the end of the world.
Half an hour later—
Tang Yue's Spirit Power was completely drained.
He was soaked in blood, his body carved with sword wounds of every depth.
He gasped heavily.
And watched as Li Zhexian was blasted by his Ninth Spirit Ability into the Royal Gardens, a great plume of dust and rubble erupting into the sky like a dragon.
Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others tensed, barely restraining themselves from intervening.
Opposite them, Tang Xiao narrowed his eyes, locking his aura onto them, ready to intercept at any moment.
The entire Heaven Dou City fell into dead silence.
At that moment—
A vast and violent beast roar thundered from within the dust cloud.
Then—
Under countless widening eyes—
Li Zhexian stepped out, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his white robe in tatters, the Qinglian Sword dragging against the ground.
His expression was cold.
With every step he took, a streak of glazed sword qi bloomed beneath his feet, lifting him upward like a rising stairway.
Behind him—
A blood-red giant beast, dozens of meters long, sword held between its jaws, followed step by step, its killing intent soaring into the heavens.