Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 110: All Elders of the Haotian Sect Annihilated!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Tang Xiao said "good" three times in a row, his voice filled with tragic heroism, "Since that's the case, today, we will let Xue Lingxiao see the unyielding spirit of our Haotian Sect!"

"Open the gates! Prepare for battle!"

The heavy stone door slowly opened, revealing the dark, overwhelming Snow Dragon Cavalry outside, which seemed poised to devour everything.

Holding the Haotian Hammer, Tang Xiao took the lead and stepped out of the mountain gate.

Behind him stood five white-haired, yet imposing Soul Douluo elders.

Further back were hundreds of core disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, whose strength was at least at the Soul King level.

Each of them wore a resolute expression of facing death.

Outside the mountain gate, Zhao Zilong had been waiting for a long time.

When he saw Tang Xiao and the others come out, his face was expressionless. He simply said, "Tang Xiao, you've finally come out. I thought you were going to be a coward for the rest of your life."

"Zhao Zilong! Stop being so arrogant!" Tang Xiao roared, and nine spirit rings on the Clear Sky Hammer suddenly lit up, two yellow, two purple and five black, releasing the terrifying aura of a level 96 peak Douluo without reservation.

"Our Haotian Sect stands tall and fearless, never having feared anyone. But you, a Soul Master, willingly become a lackey, aiding and abetting evil, slaughtering the innocent. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"

Zhao Zilong sneered: "Divine retribution? I only know that His Majesty's orders are the will of Heaven! Tang Xiao, His Majesty has ordered that, for Tang Yuehua's sake, I can give you a chance. Hand over all the inherited cultivation techniques of the Haotian Sect, as well as that inherited soul bone, and then cripple your martial soul, and I may spare your life."

"Wishful thinking!" Tang Xiao laughed angrily. "If you want the inheritance of my Haotian Sect, then you'll have to step over my dead body!"

"Stubborn to the end!" A murderous glint flashed in Zhao Zilong's eyes. "Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The Sky-Piercing Spear in his hand trembled violently. "Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, form ranks!"

Ten thousand Snow Dragon Cavalrymen responded instantly, raising their Soul-Shattering Spears simultaneously, their soul power condensing at the tips to form a massive energy vortex.

A terrifying pressure emanated from the military formation, as if it would freeze the entire world.

"Old fellows from the Haotian Sect, do you dare to fight me?" Zhao Zilong's gaze fell on the five Soul Douluo elders behind Tang Xiao, his tone full of provocation.

He knew very well that as long as he dealt with these few Soul Douluos, the remaining Haotian Sect disciples would be no threat.

Although Tang Xiao was powerful, he had no chance of winning against him and the combined forces of the entire Great Snow Dragon Cavalry.

"What is there to be afraid of!" the Seventh Elder roared. Although he was old, his pride was undiminished.

He rushed out first, followed closely by the other four elders.

They knew that today's battle meant certain death.

But they were willing to risk their lives to fight for the last chance of survival for their sect!
"You're courting death!" Zhao Zilong scoffed disdainfully.

He didn't personally deal with the Soul Douluos; he didn't need to use his full strength.

"Soul-Shattering Spear Formation, Annihilate!"

At Zhao Zilong's command, the massive military formation composed of ten thousand Soul Kings suddenly began to operate.

Countless visible beams of energy burst forth from the military formation, pouring down like a dense rainstorm upon the five Haotian Sect elders.

Each beam of light contained terrifying power enough to severely injure a Soul Saint.

The combined power of thousands of beams of light was so great that even a titled Douluo would not dare to easily confront it head-on.

"Haotian body protection!"

The five elders roared in unison, each wielding their Haotian Hammers. Their powerful soul force and hammer winds coalesced into a thick energy shield in front of them, attempting to block the overwhelming spear light.

However, their soul power cultivation was only at the Soul Douluo level.

Faced with the combined attack of an army of ten thousand Soul Kings, their defenses appeared utterly futile. *Crack! Crack!*
The energy shield only lasted for a moment before it began to crack under the strain.

Immediately afterwards, it shattered under the barrage of gunfire!

"puff!"

The five elders simultaneously coughed up blood, their bodies flying backward like kites with broken strings.

Their bodies were riddled with bloody holes pierced by the spear's edge, and their aura instantly weakened.

In just one exchange, the five elders, all at the Soul Douluo level, were already severely injured!
"Elder!" Tang Xiao's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to help, but Zhao Zilong locked onto him and he couldn't spare a moment.

"A bunch of ants dare to try and stop a chariot!" Zhao Zilong sneered. He ordered again, "Continue the attack and annihilate them completely!"

The Soul-Shattering Spear Formation activated again, unleashing even denser beams of energy towards the five heavily injured elders.

"Fight them!" A resolute glint flashed in the Seventh Elder's eyes. He forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body, roared, and charged towards the dense spear light instead of retreating.

He wanted to use his own body to buy the other elders a chance to catch their breath.

"Seventh Brother!" The other four elders were also filled with grief and indignation upon seeing this.

They also burned their soul power, attempting to die alongside the Seventh Elder.

However, how could their speed possibly outpace the overwhelming barrage of spear light?

shhhhhh!
Countless beams of energy instantly engulfed the Seventh Elder's figure.

No screaming, no struggle.

When the light faded, the Seventh Elder had been reduced to a pool of bloody, mangled pieces, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

The Seventh Elder of the Haotian Sect has fallen!

"Aaaaah! I'll fight you beasts to the death!" An elder, having lost all reason after witnessing the Seventh Elder's tragic death, charged recklessly towards the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry's formation like a madman.

However, his fate was exactly the same as that of the Seventh Elder, with no chance of a turnaround.

The net of death woven from the Soul-Shattering Spear's light descended almost simultaneously, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air. The soul power barrier he hastily condensed was as thin as a cicada's wing; upon contact, it melted away like the first snow meeting the blazing sun, along with his body, which was shredded and swallowed up by the destructive light.

Another muffled explosion, another splash of blood bloomed in the air, announcing the passing of another pillar of the sect!

The drumbeats of death, rapid and merciless, the third figure, the fourth figure, the fifth figure…

Those elders, who were usually revered by thousands, were now like moths drawn by fate, rushing headlong into the military formation's meat grinder that gleamed with metal and the cold light of soul power, and were immediately crushed into a cloud of blood mist and broken bones.

Every explosion, every moment of soul annihilation, was a testament to the unyielding spirit of the Haotian Sect, displayed in the most tragic way.

In just a few breaths, the five once-powerful Soul Douluos and the five guardians of their sects were all reduced to dust!

Scalding blood, like a torrent bursting its banks, splashed onto the ancient stone steps of the mountain gate, and also burned Tang Xiao's bloodshot eyes, reflecting a dazzling crimson.

"what--!"

A roar that seemed to tear the soul apart burst from Tang Xiao's throat. It was not just a roar of anger, but an outburst of suppressed grief and despair.

The Haotian Hammer he gripped tightly trembled violently, its surface surging with soul power, buzzing incessantly due to its master's rage that threatened to incinerate everything, as if it might slip from his grasp at any moment.

His gaze was fixed ahead as he watched those familiar faces, those elders of his clan who had taught and accompanied him, turn to ashes before his eyes. And he could do nothing but feel excruciating pain.

Boundless pain and abyssal despair surged in from all directions like icy seawater, threatening to drown his mind and soul completely.

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