Douluo: Shark Hunting Blade, Lurking in the Dark!

Chapter 168 The End of Haotian Sect, Death is Already Doomed

The defeat of the joint army was inevitable. On the battlefield, the iron cavalry of the Spirit Hall swept through like a hurricane, completely defeating the remaining resistance.

Under the powerful offensive of the Spirit Hall, the Tiandou Empire, the Xingluo Empire, and the coalition forces of various major forces had already lost their will to fight and fled in all directions.

On the battlefield, the sounds of wailing, horse hooves, and weapons clashing intertwined together, like a miserable symphony, echoing continuously between heaven and earth.

however,
The victory of this war did not make the Spirit Hall's Pope Qian Renxue relax at all.

She stood on a high place, overlooking the battlefield with a stern gaze, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

She knew that if these enemies were allowed to escape, they would regroup and come back again.

“To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.”

Qian Renxue's voice was cold and firm, echoing on the battlefield.

She waved her hand and gave orders, and the Spirit Hall's army surged out like a tide, launching a ruthless pursuit.

Kill without mercy!

Lan's figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost. His eyes quickly swept over the fleeing enemies and finally locked onto the people of Haotian Sect.

At this moment, the Haotian Sect had long lost its former majesty. The disciples and elders of the sect were in a miserable state, running away in fear. Where was the aura of a Titled Douluo?
"All disciples of Haotian Sect, evacuate immediately!"

Tang Xiao's voice was hoarse and rapid, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His heart was filled with pain and regret.

Grandpa Tang Chen has died in battle, and the Haotian Sect is doomed.

Before coming, they were determined to destroy the Spirit Hall and avenge Tang Hao, Tang Yuehua, and Tang San, but the reality was so cruel.

Not to mention revenge, there is not even a chance to collect grandpa's body.

Tang Xiao felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a knife, but he knew that now was not the time to indulge in sadness.

He must lead the remaining tribesmen to escape from this battlefield, otherwise the Haotian Sect will be completely destroyed and the Haotian Hammer spirit will disappear from the world.

If so,

He, Tang Xiao, will become the eternal sinner of the Haotian Sect and will not be able to face his ancestors.

Just as Tang Xiao was preparing to fight to the death to resist the Spirit Hall army and fight for a glimmer of hope for his people, a figure suddenly blocked their way of escape.

Lan walked over slowly, his expression as cold as ice, the deep-sea fins hanging at his sides, emitting a heart-pounding chill.

The icy breath seemed to freeze everything, even the air.

The five elders of Haotian Sect felt this breath and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.

Facing Lan,
They don't even have the courage to summon their martial spirits.

The existence of Lan,

It was like an insurmountable mountain pressing down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.

Tang Xiao slowly clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and walked towards Lan.

His eyes were heavy and firm, and his voice was hoarse but with a hint of pleading: "Lan, everything that happened to you was done by me, Tang Xiao."

"My people are innocent...if you have any problem, come to me."

Lan's eyes were still cold, without the slightest fluctuation.

He slowly raised his hand, and the deep-sea fins trembled slightly at his side, as if responding to the will of its master.

He didn't say anything, but the invisible feeling of oppression made Tang Xiao feel suffocated.

"innocent?"

Lan's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the abyss.

"In this war, no one is innocent."

"Since you, the Haotian Sect, have chosen to be my enemy, you must bear the corresponding consequences." Tang Xiao's face turned pale instantly. He knew that Lan would not let them go easily.

But he still refused to give up, gritting his teeth and saying: "Lan, if you insist on killing me, I, Tang Xiao, will fight you to the death today!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Lan's eyes, and the deep-sea fin hanging beside him suddenly turned towards Tang Xiao, bringing up a gust of bitter cold wind.

His voice pierced Tang Xiao's heart like an icy blade, cold and ruthless: "A life-and-death struggle? You are not qualified for this."

Lan's gaze was as dark as the abyss, as if it could swallow up all light.

His voice was low and cold, with an irresistible sense of oppression: "The moment you attacked the little devil..."

"The end of death is already determined."

The voice has not fallen,

The Deep Sea Fin had already cut through the air, bringing up an icy arc of light, like the god of death's scythe, quickly shuttling among the members of the Haotian Sect.

Every time that cold light flashed, it would take the lives of dozens of Haotian clan members.

No matter whether they were Soul Sect Leaders, Soul Saints, or those once high and mighty Titled Douluo-level elders, in front of the Deep Sea Fins, they all seemed so fragile and vulnerable.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Master, save us!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

"help me……"

The screams of the Haotian clan members rose one after another, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

They fled in all directions, struggling desperately, trying to escape from this realm of death.

However, no matter how they ran or how they resisted, they could not escape the pursuit of the Deep Sea Fins.

The cold light was like the chains of death, tightly wrapping around them and ruthlessly reaping their lives.

The bright red blood fell like rain, dyeing the sky red and soaking the land.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was suffocating.

Tang Xiao stood where he was, watching his tribesmen fall one after another, hot blood splattering on his face and sliding down his cheeks.

His mind was blank and his expression was stiff, as if he was completely crushed by this cruel reality.

The pungent smell of blood made his breathing heavy, and tears seemed to be welling up in his eyes, but they would not fall.

His fists were clenched tightly, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripped through his fingers, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

His heart seemed to be torn apart. Pain, regret, anger...all these emotions intertwined together and almost swallowed him completely.

In less than a few breaths, the screams around gradually disappeared, replaced by dead silence.

All the members of the Haotian Sect, including the five Titled Douluo-level elders, had fallen in a pool of blood.

Their bodies lay scattered on the ground, their blood dyed the earth red, as if it were a hell.

Tang Xiao stood there, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

His people, his sect, everything he had...all collapsed completely at this moment.

His heart was filled with endless regret and pain, but it was all irreversible.

Lan's figure slowly approached, and the deep-sea fins trembled gently beside him, as if announcing the end of victory.

His eyes were still cold, without the slightest fluctuation, as if all this was just a matter of course.

"This is your ending."

Lan's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.

(End of this chapter)