Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, a Counterattack Against the Dragon God

Chapter 15 The Fall of Spirit Kite Douluo, Bibi Dong's Soul Hunting Plan Fails
That indestructible martial spirit true form shattered inch by inch, like fragile glass.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining power of the divine light slammed solidly into Spirit Kite Douluo's body.

The black leather armor on Lingyuan Douluo instantly turned to ashes, and he flew backward with a scream, like a stone that had been hit.

It crashed into three towers in succession, and finally became deeply embedded in the distant mountain wall, its fate unknown.

At this moment, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School fell into a deathly silence.

Whether it's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples who are fighting a bloody battle, or the fierce and ruthless Spirit Hall elites.

They all stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the figure that had been severely injured and embedded in the mountain wall.

Their leader, a level 92 Title Douluo, was actually... killed in a single move?!

Ning Yuyan's figure slowly floated down from the sky, her elegant long dress fluttering slightly in the night breeze, untouched by a speck of dust.

The phantom of the Nine-Treasure Glazed Dragon behind her also disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all.

Ning Yuyan walked with composed steps, step by step, toward the devastated ruins, toward the enemy whose fate was unknown at the foot of the mountain.

"Cough...cough..."

A violent coughing sound came from the foot of the mountain wall as Lingyuan Douluo struggled to slide down from the rubble.

She was covered in blood, one of her arms was missing, and she was extremely weak, but her eyes were filled with resentment and disbelief.

"You...you actually...hidden your strength..."

Lingyuan Douluo spoke haltingly.

Ning Yuyan walked up to her, looking down at her with eyes as calm as a bottomless ancient well.

"I haven't been hiding my strength."

Ning Yuyan said calmly.

"Killing you wouldn't require me to use my full strength."

These words filled Lingyuan Douluo with more despair than any humiliation.

"You can't kill me!"

A glint of survival flashed in Lingyuan Douluo's eyes as he roared fiercely, though his voice betrayed his inner weakness.

"I am a Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall!"
If you kill me, His Holiness the Pope will never let you get away with it!
"We will not let the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School get away with this!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Yuyan tilted her head slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

A moment later, she smiled gently, a smile that was both cool and exquisitely beautiful.

"First of all, it was your Spirit Hall that came knocking on our door first."

Since they dared to come, they should be prepared to be annihilated. I have no reason to let them return to the mountains.

Ning Yuyan extended a slender, jade-like finger, and at the fingertip, a wisp of nine-colored light slowly condensed.

"Secondly..."

Ning Yuyan's voice became even more ethereal, as if she were saying to herself:

"The Spirit Hall's revenge? What does that have to do with me?"

Lingyuan Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted. She could hear an absolute and unquestionable determination in the other party's tone.

"Anyway, after this, I will have no further connection with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Yuyan no longer hesitated and gently pointed forward with the nine-colored light at her fingertips.

puff.

With a soft sound, the seemingly weak beam of light contained extreme destructive power, instantly piercing through Lingyuan Douluo's brow.

The resentment, fear, and unwillingness in Lingyuan Douluo's eyes froze completely, and then all the brilliance faded away like the tide, leaving only endless emptiness.

Spirit Iris Douluo, a level 92 power-attack type titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall, has fallen!
Ning Yuyan calmly withdrew her finger, not even glancing at the corpse again. She turned around, looking at the completely terrified men in black from the Spirit Hall, her cold voice echoing throughout the area:
"Those who surrender will have their soul power abolished, and may live."

"Those who resist will be killed without mercy."

When Lingyuan Douluo's life force was completely extinguished and his corpse slid helplessly to the ground, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School battlefield fell into an eerie, suffocating silence.

The sound of wind, fire, and panting...

All sounds seemed to be choked by an invisible hand.

Those Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples who were fighting desperately and filled with despair just moments before were now standing frozen in place.

The glazed pagodas in their hands were dimming, and each of their faces was filled with indescribable shock.

They looked at the woman standing alone in front of the ruins, her white dress as pure as snow.

His gaze shifted from initial bewilderment to extreme awe, and finally to near-fanatical worship.

Who is that?
Is it that "good-for-nothing" who has long since left the sect?
She...she's actually this powerful?!
One person's strength can turn the world upside down!

Meanwhile, the arrogant and callous men in black from the Spirit Hall were now feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Spirit Iris Douluo.

A genuine Title Douluo was killed with a single finger?
That composure, that indifference, was as if he had merely crushed an eyesore of an insect.

Fear, like the most vicious vine, instantly entwined their hearts, making them unable to even muster the courage to run away.

In a corner of the battlefield, two blood-soaked elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School supported each other. They were the sect's strongest fighters besides Ning Fengzhi and Sword Bone Douluo, both Soul Douluos at level eighty-something.

At this moment, as they watched Ning Yuyan's retreating figure, their expressions were extremely complex.

One of the elders, with white hair and beard and a deep, bone-revealing scar on his chest, trembled as he muttered to himself:
"The Nine-Treasure Glazed Dragon... the legend is actually true... she... she really went that far..."

That's a treasure trove!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has not explored the ultimate realm for thousands, even tens of thousands of years!
Ning Yuyan's martial soul is just a mutated martial soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Lizard?
How did it turn into a Nine-Treasure Glazed Dragon?

Seven treasures, nine treasures

Lizards, dragons.

What a difference!
Another elder, who had lost an arm, had eyes filled with endless regret and bitterness. His voice was hoarse as he said:
"Old Ming, did you see that?"

She didn't even use her full strength just now!

That's...practice! She's using a Title Douluo for practice!

This conclusion made him feel a chill run down his spine.

"yes……"

The elder, known as Old Ming, sighed deeply, his cloudy old eyes revealing deep regret.

“I saw it.

Level 96... no, that aura has probably already touched the threshold of level 97!

What incredible talent, what incredible skill!

He looked around at the mess on the ground and the corpses of his disciples, and a sense of regret spread through his heart like poison.

"Back then... if we hadn't been so stubborn, if the sect leader had been more forceful, if we had chosen to find that man and keep Yu Yan... in the sect..."

Elder Ming's voice trembled with excitement.

"Then why has our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School come to this state!"

Why must we rely on the two guest elders, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, to struggle on?

(End of this chapter)