Li Zhexian's calm words swept across the entire city.
The jubilation of the Heaven Dou populace quickly subsided.
Mocking and disdainful gazes pinned Tang Xiao and his four companions in place.
Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, Huo Wushuang, and the others watched with thinly veiled amusement.
Even Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and Feng Bailong—figures of the Titled Douluo level—regarded Tang Xiao's shifting expression with interest.
"Li Zhexian…"
After a long silence,
Tang Xiao finally spoke.
"It is true that Ancestor Tang Chen was killed by your hand. Before that, did you know who he truly was?"
"Whether by reason or sentiment, the Clear Sky Clan had to come to Heaven Dou to seek clarity."
Compared to his earlier domineering posture, these words were far weaker.
Anyone could hear it—
Tang Xiao was backing down.
He was hoping Li Zhexian would give him a way out.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands,
Li Zhexian's lips curved upward.
"I killed the Clear Sky Clan's ancestor."
"Right and wrong—Sect Master Tang Xiao knows perfectly well. There's no need to dress it up with useless words."
"You declared you would destroy my statue. Why aren't you doing it yet?"
As the words fell, his gaze shifted toward the southern sky, where the tide of Spirit Power had just receded.
He raised two fingers like a sword.
A slash of spacetime sword intent cleaved outward.
In that region, time flowed backward—the tide of Spirit Power surged in reverse, forcibly dragging the fleeing Dai Mubai and Seahorse Douluo back to where they had been.
"Li Zhexian, you—!" Dai Mubai's face turned deathly pale.
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes met Li Zhexian's gaze.
Within Li Zhexian's pupils, sword marks revolved and transformed like a kaleidoscope.
To the outside world, only an instant passed.
But within Dai Mubai's sea of consciousness, he endured cycles of seasons, baptized by tens of thousands of sword lights.
Despite being a Spirit Douluo, Dai Mubai collapsed on the spot—his body bursting into a cloud of blood mist.
"Li Zhexian, I am one of the Seven Holy Pillars of Sea God Island!"
Seahorse Douluo's pupils shrank as he shouted urgently,
"This mission was ordered by the Sea God's successor—you cannot kill me!"
Li Zhexian merely cast him an indifferent glance.
Seashorse Douluo's expression froze instantly.
Starting from his head, his body shattered inch by inch.
This was precisely the Spirit Ability of the Evil Emperor Eye Spirit Bone—Samsara Sword Eye, a fusion art of time and spiritual power.
...
Between heaven and earth—
There was utter silence.
The entire city stared in shock at the white-robed youth.
To slay a Titled Douluo with nothing but a glance!
What level of power was this?
Only a year apart…
Lord Sword Wine had already become terrifying to this degree!
Tang Xiao and the three elders looked incomparably grim; even Tang Hao furrowed his brow.
"Li Zhexian, this time… my sect acted rashly."
Tang Xiao drew in a deep breath.
"But you need not press us so relentlessly."
"You should know that if Hap and I were to join forces—unless you still intend to gamble your life…"
Before he could finish—
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!
Qian Renxue, the Six Worship Elders,, and over a dozen Titled Douluo—including Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and Feng Bailong—flashed behind Li Zhexian.
Overwhelming pressure erupted.
Like the sky collapsing, it crushed down upon the five members of the Clear Sky Clan.
Even Tang Xiao and Tang Hao staggered backward under the force.
"Li… Li Zhexian!"
Tang Yuan cried out in disbelief,
"As a peerless powerhouse, are you really going to bully the few with the many?!"
Such muddleheaded words—
Earned nothing but disdainful sneers from the experts present.
Yet at that very moment—
Li Zhexian stepped forward.
Step by step.
Before everyone's incredulous eyes—
Nine resplendent Spirit Rings lit up in succession beneath his feet:
Red, red, sword-feathered, red-black, gold-white, red-gold, brilliant gold, red-gold—
and the final ring shrouded in hazy golden mist.
The refined essence of the Dragon God's Spirit Power elevated all of his Spirit Rings below one hundred thousand years—
Raising them all to the hundred-thousand-year level.
The Great Vertebra Sword Bone rang loudly, sword qi surging skyward.
Nine different swords transformed into nine-colored sword intents, forming a Qinglian Sword Lotus that lifted Li Zhexian into the air.
A brilliant pillar of multicolored light pierced heaven and earth.
Divine radiance descended from the nine heavens, erupting and flowing around his body.
Clang—
In the unseen depths—
The barrier between man and god shattered.
Li Zhexian's aura stirred the winds and clouds, the vast firmament sketching the phantom silhouettes of divine palaces from the Divine Realm.
For millions of years on the Douluo Continent—
He was the first to shake the Divine Realm without inheriting a god position, relying solely on his own power.
Qian Renxue, the six Worship Elders, Chen Xin, and the others were gently pushed back by this divine pressure.
Pff—!
Under this overwhelming might, the three elders of the Clear Sky Clan spat blood violently and fell from the sky.
Tang Xiao and Tang Hao were likewise bent low, their bones crackling nonstop.
"Li Zhexian… my son Tang San has suffered repeated defeats at your hands…"
Tang Hao, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke.
He struggled to straighten his body.
"To witness this today… your reputation is well-deserved…"
A stubborn, domineering aura surged up from him.
His Spirit Power burned like a volcanic eruption.
Crack—crack—
Crack—crack—
Clang clang clang clang—
Amid the sound of shattering,
all nine Spirit Rings beneath his feet erupted with fractures.
Then—
including the hundred-thousand-year blood-red Spirit Ring—
all nine Spirit Rings shattered at the same instant.
Tang Xiao's tiger eyes were veiled in ruthless crimson.
He stepped forward as well,
causing the void itself to tremble.
The nine Spirit Rings beneath him also detonated in unison.
Energy like a raging ocean poured forth uncontrollably.
Two scarlet pillars of Spirit Power shot straight into the heavens.
The surging energy flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, flooding into the Clear Sky Hammers in their hands.
Buzz—
Buzz—
The Clear Sky Hammers expanded violently against the wind.
In an instant, they pierced the clouds.
The hammerheads continued to swell without limit—
one thousand meters, five thousand meters, ten thousand meters…
At last,
two ten-thousand-meter-tall colossal hammers blotted out the sky, suspended across the firmament.
Merely their shadows engulfed the entire Heaven Dou Imperial City.
Space rippled around the giant hammers as if unable to bear their weight.
Lightning coiled around the hammer bodies like serpents, radiating an aura of utter annihilation.
Such pressure poured down from the heavens.
The citizens of Heaven Dou stared in terror.
Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others all felt their pupils constrict.
Yet—
the moment their eyes fell upon that white-robed figure,
all unease vanished in an instant.
"Clear—Sky—Ultimate—Technique!"
"All—Nine—Rings—Detonate!"
Tang Xiao and Tang Hao's eyes split with fury as they seized the hammer handles and swung with savage force.
The muscles in their arms bulged and twisted, veins turning blue-purple as they writhed violently.
Then—
Pff!
Pff!
Blood vessels ruptured.
Blood mist sprayed outward,
dyeing their arms crimson in an instant.
Fresh blood flowed down the hammer handles, adding to their ferocity.
The hammer handles—like pillars supporting the heavens—were actually bent into arcs by their desperate exertion.
The two mountain-like hammerheads, surging with blood-red Spirit Power, swung in overlapping arcs along an unfathomable trajectory, sealing off every avenue of evasion.
It was as if the entire weight of the world had condensed into this moment, crushing down upon Li Zhexian.
Before the hammers even arrived—
The wind pressure already descended like the collapse of the sky.
Li Zhexian moved with a single thought, drawing all that pressure onto himself to ensure Heaven Dou City below remained unharmed.
At the very center of this annihilating assault—
He gazed up at the sun-obscuring giant hammers.
There was no ripple of emotion on his refined face.
Only a flicker of sword shadow flowed within his eyes.
The multicolored pillar of light that connected heaven and earth—
Abruptly contracted at this moment.
Condensing entirely upon the edge of his Qinglian Sword.
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