Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 301 Facing imminent death, they finally learned to be afraid.
"boom--"

The three elders of Blue Lightning were the first to rush out, their spirit rings exploding simultaneously. The pressure of a peak Douluo was like dark clouds pressing down, sweeping across the entire arena.

Yu Zhentian's dragon claw condensed in his palm, and blue-purple lightning tore through the morning mist; Yu Zhenhai crossed his arms, and lightning soul power wove an electric net around his body; Yu Yuanzhen's body arched slightly, and a phantom of a Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared behind him.

The sheer pressure of the dragon's power caused the gates of the Seven Treasures Sect to tremble violently.

"Formation!"

The figure of the Bone Banyan shot into the sky like a cannonball, its long gray hair standing on end amidst the surge of soul power.

Nine spirit rings beneath his feet exploded with dazzling light, but the ninth spirit ring was grayish-white and could not perform its original function, so he could only rely on the first eight spirit rings to support it.

Suddenly, a loud "whoosh" came from the dense forest on both sides of the mountain gate, and the forest shook violently. Hundreds of figures darted out like ghosts.

The disciples in the front row all held seven-foot-long swords, their blades gleaming with a cold, blue light in the morning sun. They were the affiliated sect that Jian Chenxin had personally recruited and brought into the sect before his death: the Azure Edge Sword Sect.

Behind them followed closely the disciples of the "Mysterious Tortoise Sect" and the "Precious Armor Sect." Their thick tortoise shells and precious armor gleamed with a bluish-gold luster in the sunlight, almost blinding the eyes, and each step they took caused the ground to tremble slightly.

“You’ve been hiding so many tricks up your sleeve.” Yu Yu Xiao Lie stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his black robe fluttering in the mountain wind. He squinted at the crowd that suddenly emerged from the shadows, a cold smile playing on his lips: “Ning Fengzhi, you really didn’t stay put.”

Ning Fengzhi stood on the stone steps behind the mountain gate and retorted angrily without any politeness, "We're all the same, we're both old foxes, there's no need for us to put on a show here."

Now that Yu Xiaolie has completely broken off relations, Ning Fengzhi will no longer hold back and will fight with all his might.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda appeared, growing to a height of three zhang in mid-air. The seven layers of the pagoda lit up with different colored lights, enveloping the entire area like a rainbow.

Immediately afterward, the first and second spirit rings lit up beneath his feet. "Seven Treasures Spin Out with Glazed Glass, First is Speed! Second is Power!"

At the same time, the inner disciples hidden within the mountain also released the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

In an instant, a seven-colored halo poured out like a tide, flowing into the bodies of the disciples of the three affiliated sects. The tortoise shell of the Xuan Turtle Sect instantly thickened by half a foot, the armor of the Baojia Sect emitted a metallic hum, and the longswords of the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples condensed three feet of sword energy.

"Seven Treasures Mystic Turtle Formation!" Gu Rong slammed his withered hand on the ground, his hoarse voice sounding like sandpaper being rubbed.

The Xuan Gui Sect's tortoise shells were joined end to end, forming an impenetrable shield wall; the Bao Jia Sect disciples clung to the shield wall, their martial spirits seemingly fused into the shells, causing them to shimmer with light; the Qing Feng Sword Sect's sword cultivators leaped up, stepping on the shield wall, their longswords crisscrossing into a net, the sharp sound of sword energy tearing through the air like the wailing of ghosts.

This formation has no other special features; its strongest attribute is its unparalleled defensive capability. Even a peak Douluo would not be able to break through it easily. Furthermore, the Qingfeng Sword Sect condenses countless sword energies within the formation, and under Gu Rong's leadership, it is both offensive and defensive—a truly terrifying protective formation!
"Kill!" The leader of the Qingfeng Sect shouted, and dozens of sword lights wove into an impenetrable net, descending upon the Blue Lightning Sect members.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air emitted a piercing tearing sound, and even sunlight was cut into fragments.

"Interesting." Yu Yuanzhen's Tyrannosaurus Rex phantom suddenly swelled up, and the moment its claws slammed into the sword net, a crisp "clang" rang out, making people's eardrums go numb. The sword net trembled violently, but it did not break—the Qingfeng Sword Sect's coordination was somewhat reminiscent of Jian Chenxin's.

"Once you've had your fun, break the formation." Yu Xiaolie glanced at Dugu Bo, his tone indifferent.

Before he finished speaking, Yu Zhentian and Yu Zhenhai exchanged glances.

Yu Zhentian's dragon claw suddenly grew larger, and blue-purple lightning solidified at the tip of the claw, smashing fiercely towards the junction on the left side of the Xuan Turtle Formation—that was the junction of the Xuan Turtle Sect and the Treasure Armor Sect, and also the thinnest part of the Seven Treasures Pagoda's auxiliary aura.

Yu Zhenhai then condensed countless strands of lightning as thin as hair, which, like serpents, burrowed into the bottom of the formation through the cracks in the rocks and precisely struck the soul power hub of the Xuan Turtle Sect disciple.

"Crack!" The Seven Treasures Mystic Turtle Formation trembled violently.

"The core of the formation has been exposed!" Dugu Bo's sinister laugh echoed across the battlefield. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The emerald green poisonous mist instantly condensed into a poison arrow, which, as if it had come to life, pierced through the gap in the shield wall!
The moment the poisoned arrow pierced the array's core, the Xuan Turtle Sect Master let out a shrill scream. His curled-up tortoise shell suddenly exploded, releasing black blood, and countless holes sprouted from its bluish-gray surface.

The toxins spread along the energy flow of the array's core, and the disciples maintaining the array were all affected.

"Bang!" The emerald green poisonous mist exploded like fireworks.

The Qingfeng sword cultivators suddenly froze, horrified to discover that their swords were rusting and peeling off at a visible speed.

Even more terrifying, the areas of skin that came into contact with the toxic fog began to turn a strange bluish-purple, as if countless tiny insects were wriggling under the skin.

"Ah! My soul power..."

A sword cultivator at the Soul Saint level suddenly knelt down, black blood seeping from his seven orifices.

He tried desperately to activate his martial spirit, but found that the soul power in his meridians was like solidified asphalt, and every inch of movement brought excruciating pain.

Gu Rong's expression changed drastically. He tried to maintain the operation of the formation, but the poisonous mist had already rebounded along with the halo of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. In just a moment, Gu Rong, who had lost the protection of the formation, suffered a backflow of blood and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. He was already struggling to fight, and now, being backfired by the poison of the formation, he was even more unsteady on his feet.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yu Zhentian unleashed a thunderous rage that slammed heavily onto Gu Rong. Gu Rong flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the sect's stone tablet.

With a "crack," the stone tablet split open, revealing numerous cracks, just as the glory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which had lasted for a thousand years, was collapsing.

Seeing that the formation had been broken, Yu Xiaozhen pointed directly at the mountain gate, "Disciples, listen to my command! Follow me and raze the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to the ground!"

Thousands of Blue Lightning Sect disciples surged up the mountain path like a tidal wave, thunder and dragon roars resounding through the sky.

The pavilions and towers along the way collapsed in the lightning.

Exquisite glazed tiles fell like rain, shattering into pieces.

Looking at the Xuan Turtle Sect, Baojia Sect, and Qingfeng Sword Sect, which had already fallen apart, Yu Xiaolie said calmly, "Kill them all."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out all the shouts of killing.

The remaining disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect helped each other to their feet, their broken swords still standing upright.

"Bullshit!" The deputy sect leader of Qingfeng Sword Sect suddenly sprang to his feet. His missing left arm was formed from sword energy, condensing into a dazzling light sword.

"Sword Douluo has treated us with the greatest kindness, pulling us from the wilderness sword cultivators into the Seven Treasures Sect. Even if we die today, we will still splatter your blood!"

"Swoosh—" A flash of blood.

No one saw how Yu Xiaolie made his move; all they saw was that the Asura Demon Sword was already in his hand, and a drop of crimson blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword.

The deputy sect leader remained in his charging stance, but a red mark suddenly appeared between his brows, and he froze in place as if frozen in time.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the deputy sect leader's body was suddenly split neatly in two along the midline, his internal organs spilling out onto the ground.

Instantly, a strong stench of blood filled the air, and several female disciples of the Seven Treasures Sect bent over and vomited on the spot.

"Sect Master Yu, spare our lives! We surrender!" The Grand Elder of the Treasure Armor Sect was the first to kneel down.

"The Xuan Turtle Sect is willing to submit to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect! We beg Sect Master Yu to have mercy and spare our lives, and not to exterminate us!"

Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so people knelt down behind him, all of them elites from the sect.

"Please, Sect Master Yu, have mercy and spare us from this massacre!" Other affiliated sects followed suit, and even some inner disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School knelt down and begged for mercy.

Only now, with death looming, do they realize the fear.

Yu Xiaolie's mind raced, and he said in a deep voice, "Take those disciples who surrendered to the Seven Treasures Sect back as studs to cultivate the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul for our sect."

"Yes!" Yu Xiaoting immediately led his disciples forward and used specially made soul power shackles to lock the wrists of the Seven Treasures Sect disciples.

These shackles are inlaid with lightning patterns, which release lightning according to the fluctuation of soul power. If the person shackled does anything wrong, it will cause an electric shock that penetrates the bone.

The other affiliated sects watched as they were led away in chains, their eyes filled with a desperate yearning to live, and they kowtowed frantically. "Your Majesty, Dragon God, spare our lives!"

Yu Xiaoting stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Sect Master, where are they?"

Yu Xiaolie didn't speak, but gave him a cold look.

Yu Xiaoting shuddered, filled with regret for asking Yu Xiaolie such a stupid question.

He immediately led his elite disciples, unleashing their full soul power, and slaughtered the affiliated sects, leaving them in a bloodbath and mountains of corpses.

The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was engulfed in lightning, transforming into a living hell.

Screams and explosions echoed throughout the main peak. Rare and exotic flowers and herbs, treasured for thousands of years, burned fiercely in the thunder and fire. Everywhere there were charred skeletons and a thick stench of blood.

(End of this chapter)