Chapter 330: Great Battle of Spirit City
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless high-grade soul tools fired at once. Thick soul power beams rained down upon the dense ranks of the Holy Dragon Legion, exploding violently and reducing countless soul masters to ashes amid the devastation.
In the blink of an eye, the once orderly and majestic Holy Dragon Legion descended into chaos.
The worst hit were the disciples of the Elephant Armored Sect, who were positioned at the front as living shields. They absorbed nearly seventy percent of the first wave of fire from the soul tools.
Huyan Li, Huyan Ba, Huyan Xi—seven main team members from the Elephant Armored Academy who had once competed in the Soul Master Tournament—all perished under the bombardment.
"AHHH!"
Watching the young generation of his sect annihilated before his eyes, Huyan Zhen roared in fury. Eyes bloodshot, he raised his head and screamed. His seventh soul ring lit up, transforming him into a massive Diamond Mammoth.
Fueled by rage, he charged forward with all his might, ignoring everything in his path.
Huyan Zhen was a Soul Douluo with eighty-nine ranks of soul power, only one step away from becoming a Titled Douluo. His martial spirit, the Diamond Mammoth, was renowned for its unmatched defense.
With the boost from his Martial Soul True Body, not even a Grade-9 soul cannon could necessarily pierce his defense.
"Huyan Zhen of the Celestial Elephant, let me face you!"
Yang Wudi leapt from the crowd with the Breaking Soul Spear in hand. His ferocious soul power erupted like a volcano. Among the nine soul rings spiraling around his spear, the sixth ring suddenly gleamed.
Sixth Soul Skill—Rend!
A phantom-like blue glow enveloped the entire spear, releasing a sharp, oppressive aura. For the next quarter hour, all his attacks would carry a rending effect.
With a thunderous boom, he thrust the spear forward. The yellow glow on Huyan Zhen's body clashed with the spear tip, producing a deafening impact that made the air itself seem to tremble.
Their powers stalled for a moment before exploding outward. Phantom blue and earthy yellow energies tore across the battlefield in opposite directions.
Huyan Zhen staggered backward over a dozen steps before he managed to steady himself, visibly shaken by the clash.
"Yang Wudi!"
His expression turned ugly.
The Po Clan was known for its overwhelming offense—natural nemeses to his Elephant Armored Sect.
Decades ago, during the previous re-selection of the Seven Great Sects, Yang Wudi—then still aligned with the Clear Sky Clan—had fought him once.
Back then, both were Soul Sages. Though Yang Wudi's soul power was three or four levels lower, he had fought Huyan Zhen to a draw with sheer ferocity.
And now, Yang Wudi had already advanced to Titled Douluo.
Huyan Zhen knew clearly—he was no match now.
Run!
Snapping out of his rage over the death of his descendants, Huyan Zhen turned and fled without hesitation.
"Trying to escape?!"
Yang Wudi shouted coldly. His final soul ring—the one over 100,000 years old—lit up. The Breaking Soul Spear detonated, sending a shockwave surging forth.
Ninth Soul Skill—Annihilation!
The shockwave born from the spear carried a tracking effect and simultaneously reduced the target's defense by 50%. If it hit, death was all but guaranteed.
"Damn it! Eighth Soul Skill—Mammoth Diamond Shatter!"
Though only a step away from becoming a Titled Douluo, Huyan Zhen was no weakling. He quickly realized that Yang Wudi's attack couldn't be dodged, so he had no choice but to meet it head-on.
With a furious roar, his arms turned into diamond. He unleashed his full strength, manifesting the power into a mammoth-shaped soul phantom and charging forward.
The two soul skills collided.
The Diamond Mammoth phantom barely managed to delay the Breaking Soul Spear for a single heartbeat—
Then it shattered completely.
It was no surprise.
One was an eighth soul skill from a Soul Douluo.
The other was a ninth soul skill from a Titled Douluo, powered by a 100,000-year soul ring.
Even causing a moment's hesitation was already the best Huyan Zhen could have hoped for.
Boom!
The sharp Breaking Soul Spear pierced directly into Huyan Zhen's chest. Though his defense was extraordinary, even Yang Wudi's immense offensive power couldn't completely penetrate his body.
Still, the damage to his heart was fatal. With a muffled groan, Huyan Zhen collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Brothers, the time has come to avenge our clan—kill!"
After skewering Huyan Zhen with a single strike, Yang Wudi raised his spear and bellowed, rallying his clan behind him. Like a bolt of black lightning, they charged straight into the heart of the Holy Dragon Legion.
Before Qian Renxue had appeared at Nine Star Hall, Xiao Yu had once held a long, private conversation with Yang Wudi.
At the time, Xiao Yu had asked:
If you encountered a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form, what would you do?
If your sect master was killed—what would you do?
A barrage of pointed questions left Yang Wudi speechless.
Finally, Xiao Yu had told him: the downfall of the Po Clan may seem to be due to Spirit Hall's cruelty, but if viewed from their perspective—when the Pope, their visible leader, was killed—how could Spirit Hall possibly stabilize its position in the soul master world without a brutal and decisive show of force?
In truth, the one Yang Wudi should blame was Tang Hao. It was the cowardice of Tang Hao, his lack of responsibility after stirring up trouble, and the ruthlessness of the Clear Sky Clan that had abandoned the loyal subordinate clans like theirs.
That was the real cause of the tragedy.
And more importantly, if the Worship Hall had truly intended to eliminate the Po Clan, any one of their worshippers would have been more than a match for Yang Wudi.
Persuaded by Xiao Yu, Yang Wudi reluctantly agreed to cooperate with the Worship Hall.
But that didn't mean he had forgiven the ones who had personally raised their blades against the Po Clan.
Yang Wudi remembered clearly—it had been the Holy Dragon Sect, the lead subordinate of Spirit Hall, who led the charge when the Po Clan declared independence from the Clear Sky Clan.
His younger brother, Yang Wushuang, had also been abducted by another subordinate sect—the Wasp Sect.
Now that enemies met once more on the battlefield, rage consumed reason.
Yang Wudi and his clansmen transformed into wrathful gods of vengeance, as if returning from hell itself. Their dark, iron spears swept mercilessly across the field, harvesting enemy lives without pause.
Facing Yang Wudi's murderous onslaught, Tuoba Xi—the Holy Dragon Douluo and the only Titled Douluo of the Holy Dragon Legion—dared not step forward.
He had only recently broken through to rank ninety, barely crossing into the Titled Douluo realm. In contrast, Yang Wudi's power was clearly at the level of rank ninety-five.
Tuoba Xi wasn't about to throw his life away.
"Die, you wretch!"
With a heart-piercing scream, the one who had captured Yang Wudi's brother—Bifeng, the sect master of the Wasp Sect—was impaled through the chest by Yang Wudi's spear and died on the spot.
"Yang Wudi! Don't get too arrogant. Let me face you!"
At the moment Bifeng fell, a thunder-imbued serpent spear descended from the sky.
Coiled around the spear were two yellow, three purple, and four black soul rings—nine in total.
It was She Long, the Serpent Spear Douluo—one of the Nine Elders of Spirit Hall—arriving at last.
(This chapter ends.)
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