Douluo's Flame Spear: Chongli's Demise and Heart Flame's Overpowered Power

Chapter 82 Invincible on the Ground

Tang Xiao's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he looked at Ning Fengzhi. He hadn't expected the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to jump out and oppose him today.

We arrived a little late.

Ning Fengzhi heard Yang Yun's soul power level as a peak level 98 Douluo, and at the same time saw the nine soul rings that Yang Yun had never retracted.

In comparison, the five level-95 Title Douluos of the Breaking Heaven Sect are in no way inferior to the powerful strength of the Spirit Hall; even if the Clear Sky Sect were to reappear.

If forced to choose, the Haotian Sect would absolutely not be considered by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

These red spirit rings, more than half of them, are even more impressive than those of Qian Daoliu, the legendary six-winged angel spirit who is said to be invincible in the sky and is still alive.

As for Tang Chen of the Haotian Sect, he has not appeared in public for decades; he did not even show up when the Haotian Sect was attacked several years ago.

He's probably already dead.

Not to mention, Yang Yun is only eighteen or nineteen years old.

The legendary path to godhood may well be something worth trying.

Under this premise, even a pig would know how to choose.

The appearance of Yang Poxue and dozens of Soul Saints further solidified Ning Fengzhi's determination to support the Potian Sect.

A level 80 Soul Saint with seven soul rings, and a seventh soul ring that has lasted for 100,000 years.

Ning Fengzhi didn't know how Yang Yun had done it, but Yang Poxue alone had already laid a solid foundation for the bright future of the Potian Sect.

Xue Beng and Xue Feng are both green with envy. They're just here to witness the founding of a sect; why is the Haotian Sect jumping out?

Does this mean that the Clear Sky Sect is no longer afraid of the Spirit Hall?

Regardless of anything else, how can one survive the clash of these numerous Title Douluos, or even escape the avalanche of death?

That's the most important thing.

help?

Should we go up there as cannon fodder to delay Tang Xiao for 0.01 seconds?

Stop being funny.

The White Tiger Douluo beside him was a step slower, but he still spoke up in support, angrily rebuking Tang Xiao for his impoliteness in disturbing him.

But taking action is no longer an option.

They don't move at all while sitting in their seats.

Shui Bing'er was about to say something when Shui Furong stopped her, saying, "Bing'er, the Haotian Sect has sent three Title Douluos this time; if you go out now, you'll be throwing your life away."

"The Breaking Heaven Sect has many Title Douluos, and Yang Yun is even a peak level 98 Douluo; I believe he can handle this matter well, so you shouldn't go out and cause trouble."

Shui Bing'er looked directly at Shui Furong, her face stubborn, and said, "Vice Dean, perhaps I cannot represent Tianshui Academy's position; but I must stand by her side and face this together."

"Whether I'm cannon fodder or a burden; I..."

Shui Yue'er nudged her sister with her elbow, ran to Shui Bing'er's side, and grabbed her arm: "Sister, are you out of your mind? What if they can't beat you and find a chance to blackmail your future brother-in-law?"

"The vice dean is a Soul Douluo, but even a Title Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect at the same level would have a hard time stopping him; aren't you pushing the vice dean into a fire pit?"

The other girl group members also grabbed Shui Bing'er to prevent her from doing anything foolish.

Shui Bing'er was taken aback at first, then hesitantly sat back down; Shui Yue'er's words made sense, it was all because her level was too low.

If only I could obtain the sixth spirit ring, then perhaps I could stand by his side and face powerful enemies together.

"No, I must cultivate diligently and strive to break through to the Title Douluo realm as soon as possible. The Breaking Heaven Sect is so strong, and I am going to be the sect leader's wife, how can I be weak?"

The sudden burst of fighting spirit in Shui Bing'er's eyes startled Shui Yue'er and the others.

She murmured, "Sisters, I have a bad feeling about this."

"Me too!"

"Me too, me too."

"The last time our leader showed that expression, we were forced to undergo two and a half months of arduous training in an ice cave; we didn't get a single day off."

Shuiyue asked timidly, "Should we let my sister go up?"

In an instant, a murderous aura emanating from all directions enveloped Shui Yue'er.

In the end, Shui Bing'er gave in and said sheepishly, "I was just joking."

Blazing Fire Academy, Divine Wind Academy, and others were all watching the show.

Yang Yun of the Potian Sect claims to be a level 98 Title Douluo, and his impressive array of spirit rings is questionable.

You have to fight it yourself to see the truth for it to be real.

Xiao Wu, standing beside Yang Yun, calmly poured him a third cup of wine. Yang Yun picked up the cup and said in a deep voice, "The third cup is to toast our enemies."

He enveloped the wine glass in his hand with his soul power and pushed it toward Tang Xiao.

Then a second glass of wine appeared in his hand.

Tang Xiao stared intently as the flying wine glass remained perfectly still in mid-air, without even a ripple on the surface of the wine.

He used his soul power to take the wine glass, only to find that the glass shattered right in his hand; the broken porcelain shards mixed with the wine dripped down his hand.

Yang Yun slowly raised his hand and drank the third cup of wine: "The wine of an enemy is only fit to be poured on the ground; go drink it underground."

Where are Yang Wulong, Yang Wuhu, and Yang Wusha?

"Your subordinates are here!" Yang Wulong and Yang Wuhu shouted fiercely, their voices so loud that the eardrums of the Soul Masters present felt painful.

Yang Yun brandished his Flaming Spear, Chong Li, pointing it directly at Tang Xiao and his two companions: "The Sect Master of Haotian Sect, along with three elders, disrupted the founding ceremony of my Potian Sect. This crime deserves death!"

"kill!"

"Distinguished guests, you are guests of my Potian Sect; it is our sect's duty to eliminate troublemakers, so there is no need for you to take action."

"Guards, prepare a feast for our distinguished guests; let us drink and enjoy ourselves to the fullest."

At Yang Yun's command, Yang Wulong, Yang Wuhu, and Yang Wusha soared into the sky, their spears aimed directly at the throats of the three men.

They forced the three of them to retreat outside the banquet.

The remaining members of the Potian Sect and related personnel immediately began arranging for the food to be served and the banquet to begin.

Seeing the relaxed and knowing expressions on the faces of the Potian Sect members, everyone unconsciously relaxed a little.

While enjoying the feast on the table, they kept an eye on the movements of the battle on the other side.

Just as the banquet was in progress, Bai Lie suddenly came to Yang Yun's side and whispered, "Sect Master, there is a figure approaching the sect at an extremely fast speed outside; the target is our sect."

Yang Yun activated the vision of his external soul bone and saw a tall, blood-red figure rushing towards the Breaking Heaven Sect.

A jolt of surprise shot through him: "It was him?"

"How could he leave that godforsaken place and come here? Could it be..."

While Yang Yun was pondering, Yang Wulong had already achieved the first merit; the Dragon Head Soul-Shattering Spear pierced through the shoulder blade of the Haotian Sect's Grand Elder, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Yang Wulong said disdainfully, "Old man, I glanced at you back then and thought you didn't have much time left; seeing you today, I can see that your hammer is indeed weak and powerless, and you'll probably be going to your grave soon."

"Why don't you, my Lord Long, see me off here? With the elders and sect leader of the Haotian Sect accompanying me on the journey, I won't be lonely, hahaha."

Just then, a cold snort came from afar: "Three brats dare to spout nonsense? Get down on your knees!"

Yang Yun, who was still sitting in the main seat, was in the air in the blink of an eye. After piercing the Haotian Hammer of the newcomer with his spear, Yan Qiang Chongli spun around and put the spear behind him.

With his fiery dragon wings spread wide, Yang Yun calmly looked at the person dressed in blood-black attire in front of him and said indifferently, "Invincible on the ground, Tang Chen of Haotian Sect."

(End of this chapter)