The elders were all shocked by this scene.
They knew Qianjun Douluo's strength well.
Yet, he had been so easily defeated by Qian Renshang.
They realized that Qian Renshang was an extremely terrifying existence.
He had improved too quickly!
With eight 100,000-year spirit rings, even if he wasn't a Title Douluo, so what!
Moreover, he possessed dual martial souls, and another martial soul also had many 100,000-year spirit rings.
Such combat power was simply unimaginable!
Seeing Qianjun Douluo on the verge of death under Qian Renshang's fierce attack, the elders of the Spirit Hall, along with Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and others, could no longer remain calm.
"Qianjun Douluo cannot die! We must save him!"
One elder, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead, roared loudly.
His voice was hoarse with anxiety, and his soul power surged uncontrollably, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding air.
It was none other than Qianjun Douluo's younger brother, Jiangmo Douluo!
Guangling Douluo clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He took a step forward and said through gritted teeth,
"Everyone, attack together! We must save Qianjun Douluo at all costs!"
Ju Douluo's face was filled with anxiety and anger.
His eyes were fixed on Qianjun Douluo's direction, and he shouted urgently,
"We can't wait any longer! It will be too late if we wait any longer!"
Gui Douluo's sinister face was also filled with urgency.
He swayed, eager to rush out:
"We can't worry about anything else, saving lives is the priority!"
Everyone responded, their soul power surging wildly like a raging tide, ready to launch a powerful rescue regardless of the consequences.
However, as soon as they made a move, Xiong Jun and the others stood in front of them like an indestructible wall of iron.
Xiong Jun let out a deafening roar, the sound waves rolling and carrying a powerful surge of soul force.
His massive body exuded intimidation as he roared,
"Hmph, want to save people? Not so easy! You won't get past us!"
Bi Ji shouted, her hands moving swiftly, green light weaving into a giant net.
The net shimmered with light, containing immense power.
Her beautiful face was filled with anger as she said:
"None of you Spirit Hall bastards are getting past us today!"
The Demon King flashed, instantly appearing before the Spirit Hall members.
He exuded a sinister aura and sneered,
"With your meager abilities, you think you can break through our defenses?
You're delusional!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face was so dark it seemed to drip water, and he roared,
"Get out of our way! Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!
Today, even if it means a fight to the death, we will save them!"
But Xiong Jun and the others remained unmoved, their soul power gathering, ready for battle, completely blocking the Spirit Hall's path to rescue them.
The two sides were locked in a stalemate.
The Spirit Hall members were anxious, yet Xiong Jun and his group held them back, creating an atmosphere of extreme tension, as if a new and fierce conflict could erupt at any moment.
The Demon-Slaying Douluo stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly, and said,
"Qian Renshang, don't be so ruthless... You are, after all, Qian Xunji's child, and your parents are the Popes of our Spirit Hall!"
His voice held a hint of pleading, trying to evoke Qian Renshang's past affections.
The Light Feather Douluo echoed,
"Yes, Qian Renshang, leave some room for maneuver, so you can meet again in the future.
If you stop now, our Spirit Hall will not be your enemy."
"Even if our elder brother orders us to act again, we won't!"
His eyes were filled with expectation, hoping Qian Renshang would heed their advice.
Of course, some elders directly threatened him. For example, the Golden Crocodile Douluo threatened,
"Qian Renshang, you must know that the Spirit Hall's foundation is profound and cannot be easily shaken.
If you kill Qian Jun today, the Spirit Hall will relentlessly pursue you to the death."
His voice was stern and cold, attempting to intimidate Qian Renshang with the prestige of the Spirit Hall.
However, Qian Renshang remained unmoved.
He sneered, "A fight to the death, isn't that it already?"
His eyes were filled with determination and resolve, completely unaffected by the words of the elders.
The elders exchanged glances, their expressions growing increasingly anxious.
Faced with life and death!
Even a Title Douluo as powerful as him was weak.
"No…"
Qian Jun Douluo's expression was filled with terror!
Qian Renshang showed no pity, coldly saying, "Beg for mercy? Too late!"
He suddenly pulled out his dragon spear and thrust it towards Qian Jun Douluo's leg.
Qian Jun Douluo couldn't dodge in time, and his leg was pierced, causing him to collapse to the ground.
At this moment, Qian Jun Douluo was covered in blood, looking utterly wretched, a far cry from his previous imposing manner.
But Qian Renshang still didn't stop, his eyes filled with coldness and killing intent.
"Killing you like this is indeed too easy... I will use your blood to pay tribute to Uncle Chi, how can you die like this?"
*Swoosh!*
Qian Renshang roared, raising his golden dragon spear high, and then thrusting it towards Qian Jun Douluo with the force of a thunderbolt...
*Crack!*
Qian Jun Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood!
"You actually destroyed my martial soul!"
His eyes were filled with despair and terror.
He could feel his soul power draining away, which meant his martial soul was shattered, a pain worse than being killed outright!
"This is just the beginning..."
Qian Renshang gripped the Golden Dragon Spear tightly with both hands and thrust it fiercely towards Qianjun Douluo's leg.
A "crack" resounded as Qianjun Douluo's leg bone shattered instantly, and he let out a painful howl.
However, Qian Renshang didn't stop there. He twisted forcefully, breaking Qianjun Douluo's lower leg in two.
"Ah!"
Qianjun Douluo's scream echoed through the sky, sending chills down the spines of everyone in the Spirit Hall, their hearts pounding with fear.
Qian Renshang's eyes were cold and ruthless as he turned his attention to Qianjun Douluo's arm.
He kicked Qianjun Douluo's elbow, the sound of breaking bones clearly audible.
Then, without mercy, he grabbed Qianjun Douluo's wrist and twisted it, breaking his arm.
At this moment, Qianjun Douluo was on the verge of death, all four limbs severed, his blood staining a large area of the ground.
The Spirit Hall elders, their eyes blazing with fury, roared,
"Qian Renshang, you demon, you will get your retribution!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were also filled with grief and helplessness.
They wanted to rush to his aid, but were hindered by the current situation and could only watch helplessly as Qian Jun Douluo suffered such a brutal fate.
Xiong Jun and the others watched coldly from the sidelines, showing no pity for Qian Renshang's cruel methods.
Qian Renshang, however, was completely indifferent to the reactions of the crowd; his heart was solely focused on avenging Uncle Chi.
"Am I cruel?"
Qian Renshang's expression was icy.
"The pain I inflicted on you is only a fraction of what the Spirit Hall inflicted on me..."
"I never wanted to rely on the Spirit Hall, nor did I want anything to happen to them.
It was you who came knocking on my door time and time again!!!"
(End of Chapter)
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