Chapter 324: The Fall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan (Part 1)
After giving her final instructions, Qian Renxue circulated her soul power to seal off her aura, putting on the appearance of peacefully passing away.
"Your Majesty!"
The emperor had perished. Regardless of whether their grief was genuine or not, everyone present cried out in mourning.
Xiao Yu wiped away two nonexistent tears and stepped in front of Ge Long, speaking in a low voice:
"Marshal Ge Long, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan has long entrenched itself within the Empire. With their vast estates, it's impossible for them to relocate in such a short time. I will head out immediately to intercept these traitorous rebels. As for the palace, there may still be stragglers lingering. I entrust you with leading the cleanup."
"I shall obey the Regent's command!"
Ge Long nodded. This veteran who had served the Heaven Dou Empire for decades saw Xiao Yu as the last hope of the imperial family.
With sincere loyalty, he even offered a kind reminder: "During the battle earlier, the Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan didn't appear. He must have stayed behind at the sect. If the Regent proceeds now, you may face both Sword and Bone Douluo together. Your Highness must be extremely cautious."
If Ge Long had known that the imperial bloodline he served had been quietly swapped years ago through a secret pact between Xiao Yu and Qian Renxue, he might have died from sheer rage on the spot.
After leaving the Heaven Dou imperial city, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Ning Rongrong did not return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Instead, they fired a flare signaling emergency retreat and fled in the direction of the Star Luo Empire.
Ning Fengzhi was a shrewd man who always left himself a way out. Assassinating the emperor was no small matter—he had long anticipated the possibility of failure and had made prior arrangements.
Before setting out, he had already coordinated with Bone Douluo, who remained behind at the sect: if the operation failed, the flare would signal immediate evacuation of the clan.
Having learned from the near-annihilation they faced during the Spirit Hall ambush years ago, Ning Fengzhi had constructed multiple hidden tunnels leading outside the city when reestablishing the clan in Heaven Dou City.
Upon receiving the retreat signal, Bone Douluo left only a few servants outside to mislead observers, while organizing the majority of the sect's disciples to escape through the hidden passages.
"Faster! Hurry up!"
Under Bone Douluo's stern orders, nearly a thousand disciples—mostly the elderly, infirm, women, and children—gritted their teeth and pressed forward at full speed.
By the time dawn broke, they had arrived at a secluded valley over a hundred li from Heaven Dou City.
This was the predetermined rendezvous point Ning Fengzhi had agreed upon with Bone Douluo.
Inside the valley, Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, and Sword Douluo had already been anxiously awaiting their arrival.
Unlike Bone Douluo, who had brought along the sect's main force and dependents, Sword Douluo had only taken Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.
With the speed of a Titled Douluo, he had arrived several hours earlier and had already fully recovered his soul power.
"Uncle Bone, you made it!"
Ning Fengzhi greeted Bone Douluo with a relieved smile.
"Fengzhi, where are the others?"
Seeing that only the three of them were present, Bone Douluo's brows furrowed, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.
The question immediately triggered pain in Ning Fengzhi's expression.
He shook his head in anguish. "They're all gone. Xue Qinghe must have known our plan from the start. As soon as we entered the palace, we were surrounded by Ge Long's heavy troops. Later, Xiao Yu arrived with the experts from the Nine Star Hall. Sensing danger, Uncle Sword took Rongrong and me and broke through the siege."
"What?!"
Bone Douluo was first shocked, then let out a sigh of relief.
"Good thing you had the foresight to build those escape tunnels. Otherwise, the moment we tried to retreat, Heaven Dou's army would have encircled and destroyed us."
Ning Fengzhi also nodded.
Since Xue Qinghe had already discovered their plot, it was very likely that heavy troops had been stationed around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Thinking this through, Ning Fengzhi's mood improved slightly.
He said, "As long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn. As long as the flame of our clan survives, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will rise again one day."
Though those who had escaped were mostly the old, weak, women, and children, many of them carried the powerful inherited bloodlines of exceptional martial spirits.
What's more, both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were still here.
The clan's most outstanding genius, Ning Rongrong, had also survived.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had not yet reached the point of total ruin.
The only thing that Ning Fengzhi truly regretted was the loss of Oscar—an unprecedented genius among food-type soul masters.
"Is that so? What a pity, Ning Fengzhi. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will never see that day again!"
At that moment, a cold voice echoed from above.
Dressed in black battle armor, Xiao Yu hovered in the sky above them without anyone knowing when he had arrived.
"Xiao Yu?! How are you here?!"
Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Sword Douluo, and Ning Rongrong all changed expressions at once, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"Fourth Spirit Skill: Nether Sword Thousand Blades!"
Xiao Yu gave no answer.
As his fourth spirit ring lit up, countless phantom swords materialized around him, raining down like a storm to completely engulf the people below.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Swords rained from the sky. Amid deafening explosions, countless disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan screamed and fell to the ground, pierced through by the attacks.
Blood mixed with mud.
In just moments, nearly a third of the thousand-strong group had been wiped out.
"Fengzhi! Get everyone out of here! I'll hold him off!"
Bone Douluo roared.
His nine spirit rings appeared in a flash, and a pitch-black ring lit up among them.
The space in front of him distorted violently.
In the next instant, a giant bone dragon over twenty meters long burst forth, lunging at Xiao Yu with claws swinging.
Xiao Yu raised his sword—the Nether King Sword—horizontally to block and met the strike head-on with a single sweeping slash.
Boom!
Dragon claw met blade edge.
The terrifying shockwave from the collision erupted like a tidal wave, surging down into the valley.
Countless towering trees were reduced to stumps.
Weaker soul masters were crushed to their knees, blood streaming from their mouths and noses as they suffered severe internal injuries.
At the very center of the clash, Xiao Yu's figure remained unmoved.
Meanwhile, the bone dragon that Bone Douluo had transformed into was sent flying.
From its attacking claw all the way to its abdomen, deep bone fractures appeared.
"Roar!"
Bone Douluo bellowed in frustration, unwilling to accept the outcome.
Still enraged, he charged at Xiao Yu once more.
"Foolish overreach!"
Xiao Yu barked coldly.
His right arm erupted with intense black light as a massive ghostly dragon claw appeared in the sky and swept toward the bone dragon.
This was his hundred-thousand-year right arm soul bone skill—Nether Dragon Claw.
Boom!
Another earth-shaking explosion rang out.
The Nether Dragon Claw tore through the bone dragon's defense in an instant and slammed down hard on its skull.
A massive crack split the top of the dragon's head.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
The enormous body plummeted like a falling boulder, slamming into the ground and creating a large crater.
Half of its body was buried deep in the earth.
(End of Chapter)
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