Chapter 325: The Fall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan (Part 2)
"Old bones, I'm coming to help you!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin saw Bone Douluo quickly fall into a disadvantageous position and immediately flew forward on his sword to assist.
"Seventh Spirit Ability, Seven Kill Avatar!"
As he activated his Martial Soul Avatar, a fiercer sword aura erupted from Sword Douluo's body, enveloping a hundred-meter radius.
A colossal phantom wielded an equally massive Seven Kill Sword appeared. It slashed out a blade of terrifying sword light that tore through the air straight toward Xiao Yu.
"Well timed!"
Xiao Yu shouted, his fifth spirit ring bursting with intense radiance.
The sword in his hand—the Sword of the Underworld King—howled through the wind as he struck back.
Fifth Spirit Ability—Underworld Annihilation!
Clang!
In an instant, the two longswords, each infused with terrifying sword intent, collided mid-air.
A thunderclap-like metallic explosion echoed across the sky. The soul masters below instinctively covered their ears.
At the point of impact, energy rippled wildly as if it had taken on physical form.
In just one exchange, Sword Douluo's attack was shattered into dust by Xiao Yu's fifth spirit ability.
The razor-sharp sword energy swept past Sword Douluo and crashed into the ground.
In an instant, the earth cracked open. A chasm over twenty meters wide tore through the entire valley, plunging more than ten meters deep.
The devastating power left everyone completely stunned.
"Old sword man, let's do this together and go all out!"
Bone Douluo staggered up from the ground. His ninth spirit ring glowed as his Bone Dragon expanded once more, its massive form blotting out the sky.
Sword Douluo leapt onto the dragon's back and unleashed his own ninth spirit ability.
Martial Soul Combination Technique—End of All Bones: One Breath Between Heaven and Earth!
This was a powerful technique the two had developed after over ten years of cooperation—similar to a Martial Soul Fusion Ability.
Its might was extraordinary.
In the original story, it was this very move that stood against Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, buying Tang San a fleeting chance to counterattack.
"Rongrong!"
Ning Fengzhi's face grew heavy as he turned to Ning Rongrong. "Go now. The future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan depends on you."
"No, Father! Don't!"
Tears streamed down Ning Rongrong's cheeks.
Though proud and willful, she wasn't foolish. She knew her father had resolved to die.
For once, Ning Fengzhi hardened his expression toward his daughter and said firmly, "Listen to me, Rongrong. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's legacy must not end here."
"Your talent surpasses even mine. The future rests with you!"
With that, he pushed her aside and rushed forward, summoning his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
His seventh spirit ring lit up, and the pagoda burst with unmatched radiance.
Seven-colored light shot out, falling upon the charging Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
"Father!"
Ning Rongrong choked, unable to speak.
She had already broken through to Spirit Sage and awakened the true form of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
She understood clearly—this wasn't the power of a Martial Soul Avatar. There was no doubt.
Her father was burning his life force.
"Hurry and go! Do you really want the legacy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to end with you?!"
Ning Fengzhi turned back and roared at her.
"I understand, Father!"
Ning Rongrong wiped her tears and nodded solemnly, then ran off into the distance.
"Uncle Chen, Uncle Gu… let us do one final thing for the younger generation!"
Watching Ning Rongrong run into the distance, Ning Fengzhi finally let out the weight in his heart. A look of absolute resolve burst forth in his eyes.
Without holding back, he continued burning his life force.
Even more brilliant seven-colored light radiated from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and fell upon Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, who had already charged to the front lines against Xiao Yu.
Ning Fengzhi was prepared to trade the lives of all three of them to eliminate Xiao Yu—the greatest threat to Tang San, Ning Rongrong, and the next generation of the former top three clans.
"Kill!"
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo unleashed their full power.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin transformed into a sword himself, his massive blade cutting through the sky as he leapt from the back of the Bone Dragon and charged directly at Xiao Yu.
Bone Douluo's entire skeleton radiated a ghastly white light as his enormous body barreled forward without hesitation.
These two elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, like Ning Fengzhi, poured all of their spirit power and life force into this final strike.
If it failed, they would perish.
"So this is the full-force strike of the Three Pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan… Slightly stronger than that old dragon from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan after absorbing the True Dragon Nine Crowns."
A trace of admiration flashed in Xiao Yu's eyes.
Two Super Douluo above Rank 95 burning their life force to perform a Martial Soul Combination Technique, amplified by Ning Fengzhi's life-burning boost—this strike surpassed the limits of a demigod and came infinitely close to a quasi-god.
What a pity.
"For me, this still isn't enough."
As he spoke, the 300,000-year spirit ring with three golden lines around Xiao Yu lit up.
A massive phantom manifested behind him.
Underworld Sovereign Martial Soul—Ninth Spirit Ability: Descent of the Underworld God!
With Xiao Yu's strength having risen over time, the power of this technique had also grown.
Three years ago, when he fought Yu Yuanzhen, he had only just crossed Rank 90, and this ability held quasi-god level power.
But now, Xiao Yu's spirit power had reached the limit of Douluo Planet's laws.
This attack was strong enough that even a first-level god would have to avoid its edge.
Several ultimate abilities collided in mid-air.
A thunderous explosion echoed across heaven and earth.
In an instant, the sky cracked and the ground flipped.
Countless pale-white bones shattered in the air.
The lifelong spirit sword of Chen Xin snapped in that same moment.
These two Titled Douluo, who had dominated the battlefield for decades, vanished forever from the world—washed away in the river of history with not even a trace remaining.
In the rear, the glowing Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shattered with a deafening crash.
Ning Fengzhi suffered a violent backlash, coughing up a mouthful of blood. His hands hung limp at his sides.
Due to burning his life force, his appearance aged rapidly.
His once smooth black hair turned pure white in an instant.
His formerly refined face now looked shriveled and lined with deep wrinkles, as though his essence had been drained away.
Monster.
Ning Fengzhi's heart was overwhelmed with shock.
What kind of terrifying being was this?
But… at least Rongrong had escaped.
As long as she lived, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan still had hope.
Just then, Xiao Yu's voice sounded in his ear, cold as a devil's whisper.
"Ning Fengzhi… what made you think I was the only one here today?"
The words hit Ning Fengzhi like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Xiao Yu slowly descend from the sky and float right in front of him.
"No…"
A scream pierced the air.
A blazing red phoenix soared high above.
Gripped in its talons… was a graceful figure.
It was none other than Ning Rongrong, who had just fled moments ago.
(End of Chapter)
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