Douluo: Reincarnation of the Exiled Immortal, a Flute Tune to Send Heroes Away

Chapter 87 The Demise of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, the Tragic Master

"Attack! Annihilate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan! Leave no one alive!" With a command from Golden Crocodile Douluo, a massive army of 30,000 Soul Masters surged toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan's stronghold like a tidal wave.

They rushed into the rain, surging towards the peaks of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect like a tidal wave!
This heavy rain seems to be a harbinger of an impending bloody storm!
"Report! Lanfeng Mountain has been attacked by Soul Masters and suffered heavy losses. Requesting reinforcements!"

"Report! Heshan has been attacked by Soul Masters and suffered heavy losses. Requesting reinforcements!"

"Report! Gushan has been attacked by Soul Masters and suffered heavy losses. Requesting reinforcements!"

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The Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's True Dragon Mountain was constantly filled with urgent and panicked cries for help from various Soul Masters, and every now and then, signals from various mountains requested support.

The injured Yu Yuanzhen was escorted back to Zhenlong Mountain by several elders, where he activated the sect's protective formation.

"Damn it! Those bastards from the Spirit Hall actually dared to launch a full-scale attack on us without any shame! We must immediately request reinforcements from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

As the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, he possessed a soul power level of 95, but he was completely outmatched by Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall.

He was knocked back by Qian Daoliu's punch and had no way to stop him.

It took a lot of effort to finally retreat back to Zhenlong Mountain.

Apart from Zhenlong Mountain, Heshan, Gushan, Tengshan, Bashan, Doushan, Lanfengshan, Zidianshan, and Nanwangshan were all occupied by the Spirit Hall's army of spirit masters.

Yu Yuanzhen stood on Zhenlong Mountain with a gloomy face, looking at the flames burning all around, his anger beyond words.

Soon.

Qian Daoliu and the six retainers rushed to Zhenlong Mountain.

Yu Yuanzhen trembled as he took out a dragon-shaped crown that exuded an ancient aura from his bosom.

Nine thunder dragons coiled around the crown, their eyes crackling with purple lightning.

"The Nine Dragon Crown?!" Qian Daoliu's gaze remained calm. "This is what your Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan calls your sect's sacred artifact?"

Yu Yuanzhen gave a bitter laugh: "The Spirit Hall is pushing us too far. Today, I'll show you the true strength of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan!" With that, he put the Nine Dragon Crown on his head.

"boom--!"

Nine bolts of lightning descended from the sky, each containing the phantom of a lightning dragon. Yu Yuanzhen's aura surged wildly, reaching level ninety-five, ninety-six, and finally settling at the peak of level ninety-eight!

"With my blood, I offer sacrifice to the power of the Nine Dragons!" Yu Yuanzhen bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the crown. The nine thunder dragons instantly came to life, coiling around his body.

Qian Daoliu's expression was solemn as he fully unleashed his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul: "Even if your soul power reaches level ninety-eight, you still cannot escape death today!"

The two unparalleled experts collided violently in mid-air.

Thunder and holy light intertwined, causing the entire True Dragon Mountain to tremble violently and begin to collapse.

"Thunderous force!" Yu Yuanzhen clasped his hands together, and nine thunder dragons transformed into a hundred-foot-long thunder spear, piercing straight into the heart of the thousand streams.

Qian Daoliu sneered, and the Angelic Holy Sword met the attack head-on: "Angelic Judgment!"

“Boom—!”

A terrifying shockwave swept across a radius of ten miles, blasting away both sides' Soul Masters who were watching the battle.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Qian Daoliu's expression remained unchanged, and his breathing was steady.

Yu Yuanzhen, on the other hand, suffered a terrible fate; his Nine Dragons Crown developed cracks, and his right arm disappeared.

"Sect Master!" cried the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect members in anguish.

Yu Yuanzhen laughed loudly: "That's great! Let's go again!" He formed a hand seal, and the remaining eight thunder dragons exploded at the same time, turning into a sky full of thunder spears.

Qian Daoliu shook his head: "You're courting death!" Six wings behind him emitted a blinding golden light. "An angel has descended!"

A hundred-meter-tall phantom of an angel appeared, its holy light purifying all things. The lightning spear crumbled inch by inch in the holy light, and Yu Yuanzhen was struck head-on by a beam of light. "Father!" Yu Luomian's eyes widened in horror.

As the light faded, Yu Yuanzhen knelt on one knee, his Nine Dragon Crown shattered completely. He struggled to raise his head, looking at Qian Daoliu approaching: "I have lost, but the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect will never yield."

Qian Daoliu remained expressionless as the angelic holy sword pierced his heart: "Rest in peace."

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils gradually dilated, and fragments of the Nine Dragon Crown slid off his forehead. Qian Daoliu coldly drew the Angelic Holy Sword, and blood drew a poignant arc in the air.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, expelled today."

With this pronouncement, the Spirit Hall army surged onto True Dragon Mountain like a tidal wave.

The sect's protective formation had long since shattered, and the remaining disciples were putting up a last stand in despair.

……

The next day, news spread that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan had been wiped out overnight!

Three days later, when Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong arrived, they found only scorched earth.

The once magnificent sect buildings were reduced to ruins, and all nine mountain peaks were razed to the ground. The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning, and not a single living bird could be seen.

“Father…no…this is impossible!” Liu Erlong knelt on the ground, her fingernails digging deep into the soil.

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over, and the sect token in his hand clattered to the ground. The token was stained with blood; it was the last token that a disciple had risked his life to bring out.

"Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he turned to rush out.

"Don't be impulsive, Xiao Gang!" Flander suddenly appeared, pressing down hard on his shoulder. "Going now is just suicide!"

"Let me go!" Yu Xiaogang struggled frantically. "I'm going to kill them! I'm going to..."

A resounding slap interrupted his roar. Flander's eyes were filled with tears, but his voice was unusually firm: "Look at yourself! Are you just going to throw your life away?"

Liu Erlong suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, her martial spirit erupting uncontrollably. Her long hair instantly turned fiery red, and her body was wreathed in rampaging dragon flames.

"Erlong! Calm down!" Flander hurriedly released his soul power to suppress them. "What can you do now? You're not even Title Douluos, how can you fight against the Spirit Hall?"

“Live.” Flander’s voice suddenly turned low. “Only by living can we wait for the day of revenge.”

Yu Xiaogang suddenly fell silent, tears streaming down his face. He bent down to pick up the blood-stained token, his fingers gently stroking it.

“I will become stronger.” His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. “Strong enough to make the Spirit Hall pay for its blood debt.”

As Liu Erlong's dragon flames gradually died down, she slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

Flander breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard footsteps behind him. Ning Fengzhi, accompanied by Sword Douluo Chen Xin, was already standing not far away, his expression grave.

"Please accept my condolences," Ning Fengzhi said softly. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is too late."

Looking at the devastated ruins, a hint of solemnity flashed in Chen Xin's usually calm eyes: "The Spirit Hall..."

They exchanged glances, clearly understanding why the Spirit Hall was doing this.

In the Battle of the Abyss, the Spirit Hall almost entirely protected this continent, while the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan consistently refused to provide support.

How could Qian Daoliu tolerate the existence of such a person?

Night fell again soon, leaving only three lonely figures in the ruins.

Yu Xiaogang carefully put away the blood-stained token, then turned around and helped Liu Erlong up.

“Let’s go.” His voice was unusually calm. “One day, we’ll come back.”
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