The Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda was gone—destroyed by Ye Hao's own hand.
This marked the beginning of the end for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
The Sword and Bone Douluos, consumed by unprecedented rage, charged forward without hesitation.
The Sword Douluo wielded his Seven Kill Sword, its massive blade splitting the void as it descended.
Behind the Bone Douluo, a skeletal dragon spread its wings, tearing through the sky as if rending the heavens apart.
Their soul rings blazed with dazzling light, an overwhelming pressure surging forth.
Both possessed soul power exceeding level 95—one at 96, the other at 95—making them exceptionally formidable combatants.
One boasted the continent's strongest offense, the other its strongest defense.
Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi frowned deeply. His right hand summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda—now that Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure variant had vanished, he felt only fury. That pagoda had been their clan's last hope.
Just... gone?
Ning Fengzhi refused to accept this. Their rising hope had been crushed.
"Seven Treasures shine with glazed light! First: Power! Second: Speed! Third: Soul! Fourth: Defense! Fifth: Attack! Sixth: Amplification!"
Six soul rings coiled around the pagoda as countless radiant beams poured into the two Title Douluos.
In an instant, Ye Hao sensed their killing intent multiply several times over.
"Impressive. Ning Fengzhi must be desperate to unleash all six of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda's abilities at once—just missing the martial soul true body."
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda truly lives up to being the continent's top support martial soul. I never expected it could amplify their strength to this degree."
"In that case... let's see how powerful these two really are."
Ye Hao instantly activated Death Spider Emperor possession. Simultaneously, his sixth soul ring—the hundred-thousand-year one—flared to life.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Spider Emperor Doppelgänger."
Two identical Ye Haos materialized—one gripping the Shura Demon Sword, the other levitating the Death God's Heart. They were indistinguishable, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.
This was the power of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring?
Without hesitation, the sword-wielding Ye Hao engaged the Sword Douluo while the other confronted the Bone Douluo.
Clang!
The Shura Demon Sword and Seven Kill Sword collided, shockwaves rippling outward. The stone slabs beneath their feet cracked like spiderwebs.
Unexpectedly, the Sword Douluo—wielder of the legendary Seven Kill Sword—found himself completely suppressed by Ye Hao's blade. His eyes widened in shock.
"What kind of weapon is this?!" he muttered in disbelief.
Before he could recover, Ye Hao struck again.
The Shura Demon Sword pulsed with a sinister crimson glow, its overwhelming bloodlust making even the Sword Douluo shudder—an unprecedented reaction.
As the blade fell, the earth trembled. A deep gash split the ground where the Sword Douluo had stood moments earlier, sweat now pouring down his forehead.
"How...?"
Ning Fengzhi stared, slack-jawed.
Ye Hao was merely a Soul Sage, albeit with two hundred-thousand-year soul rings. How could he match a Title Douluo like the Sword Douluo?
Moreover, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda's enhancements, the Sword Douluo's combat power had multiplied several times over.
He should have been able to kill Ye Hao in one strike!
"I understand now!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up as he focused on the blood-red sword. "Uncle Sword, beware that blade! It's the source of Ye Hao's power!"
The Sword Douluo struggled desperately under Ye Hao's relentless assault.
His Seven Kill Sword trembled violently in his grip, nearly flying from his numb hands.
Meanwhile, the Ye Hao holding the Death God's Heart clashed directly with the Bone Douluo.
Utilizing the artifact's four unique skills, Ye Hao toyed with his opponent—alternately restraining, freezing, then slashing with scythe-like hands.
Fortunately, the Bone Douluo's title as the continent's supreme defender held true. Ye Hao's attacks only caused minor damage, but this humiliation enraged him.
Since when had a Title Douluo been bullied by a junior like this?
"Fifth Soul Skill: Bone Prison!"
Sinister black light enveloped the Bone Douluo as bone spikes erupted around Ye Hao like bamboo shoots after rain, trapping him completely.
Simultaneously, the Bone Douluo leapt skyward, his fist blazing with dark energy as he descended like a meteor, eyes bloodshot.
In his heart, Ning Rongrong was his precious treasure. Anyone who harmed her must pay.
He understood better than anyone what losing the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda meant—their entire future had vanished.
"Death God's Heart: Abyssal Chains."
Ye Hao smirked as he directed the Death God's Heart toward his foe.
"You should feel honored. Until now, my Death God's Heart has only imprisoned spirit beasts. You'll be its first human captive."
"Go!"
With a wave of his hand, the artifact split into six mirror-like fragments that encircled the Bone Douluo completely.
Noticing his comrade's predicament, the Sword Douluo's sixth soul ring flashed.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"
He materialized countless sword replicas—over ten thousand Seven Kill Swords hovering midair like arrows nocked on a bowstring.
Aiming at the Death God's Heart entrapping the Bone Douluo, he unleashed the barrage. The Sword Douluo understood this artifact's danger—he'd witnessed it subdue the Titan Giant Ape years ago at Spirit Hall. If the Bone Douluo suffered the same fate, their clan would be doomed!
The sword rain descended with lethal precision—yet the Death God's Heart remained utterly unfazed.
"What manner of artifact is this?" The Sword Douluo's voice shook. "Even my ultimate technique can't break it?"
Resolving to end this, he merged with the Seven Kill Sword, his seventh soul ring igniting.
But his target wasn't the artifact—it was Ye Hao himself.
"Capture the ringleader to control the rebels. Killing Ye Hao ends everything."
Ning Fengzhi's pagoda shone brighter, its radiant beams supercharging the Sword Douluo further.
His seventh soul skill—Seven Kill True Body—doubled his combat power, elevating his attacks to world-cleaving levels.
Transformed into a gargantuan Seven Kill Sword, his pressure alone made Ye Hao raise an eyebrow in acknowledgment.
"Trying to kill me first?" Ye Hao chuckled wryly as his two bodies merged back into one.
"You're not qualified."
The Shura mark on his forehead blazed as the Shura Demon Sword resonated in response.
Behind Ye Hao materialized a nightmarish figure—a being of condensed killing intent clad in dark crimson armor, its body wreathed in baleful light, eyes glowing blood-red.
"Slaughter Domain."
With its activation, Ye Hao became indistinguishable from a demon emerging from hell. The Shura Demon Sword's bloodlust eclipsed even the Sword Douluo's aura.
The colossal Seven Kill Sword descended—a strike worthy of the continent's premier swordsman, capable of splitting the sky itself.
Ye Hao's blade darkened to a deeper crimson, swirling with murderous energy. His eyes, once calm, now reflected boundless carnage as overwhelming killing intent saturated the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan grounds.
At this moment, the Sword Douluo faltered. His Seven Kill Sword exhibited something never seen before—fear.
Before he could process this, Ye Hao's voice, colder than glacial depths, pronounced his judgment:
"Shura's Judgment."
The words detonated in the Sword Douluo's ears like thunder as the Shura Demon Sword utterly overwhelmed the Seven Kill Sword.
A crimson arc flashed—
Clang!
The collision between godly weapon and mortal blade generated explosive shockwaves, sending observers tumbling backward.
Ning Fengzhi and the disciples watched helplessly, while Yu Luomian and the Clear Sky Clan's Second Elder clenched their fists in powerless frustration.
"Did... did Uncle Sword succeed?" a disciple stammered.
As the dust settled, the horrific truth emerged—
The Seven Kill Sword lay broken in two.
Ye Hao's blade protruded from the Sword Douluo's chest.
"You... what... is..." The Sword Douluo's breathing grew labored as life rapidly drained away.
"Shura Demon Sword."
Ye Hao withdrew the blade smoothly, without ceremony.
Thud.
The Sword Douluo collapsed, eyes still wide with disbelief and resentment, his blood pooling across the shattered tiles.
"Uncle Sword!" Ning Rongrong's tears fell freely as she rushed to his side, shaking his lifeless form.
"Ye Hao! You murdered Uncle Sword!" Ning Fengzhi's voice cracked with rage. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will never forgive this!"
The Bone Douluo stood thunderstruck, witnessing his lifelong friend and rival's demise. Their bond transcended rivalry—they'd understood each other better than anyone.
"AAAAAH!"
Maddened by grief, the Bone Douluo activated his seventh soul ring—
Only for six spectral chains from the Death God's Heart to coil around him mid-transformation.
The artifact reassembled itself in Ye Hao's palm, now containing its first human prisoner.
Ye Hao glanced at the weeping Ning Rongrong. "Relax. Your Sword Grandpa isn't dead—I only destroyed his Seven Kill Sword. Henceforth, he'll live as an ordinary man."
"This mercy is solely because we were once schoolmates."
His gaze shifted to Ning Fengzhi, brimming with disdain.
"Ning Fengzhi, I never wanted things to reach this point. The blame lies entirely with you."
"Me?" Ning Fengzhi looked genuinely perplexed.
"I heard everything in that hall—your conspiracy with the other clans. I gifted the Beautiful Silk Tulip to recruit you. Today's visit shared that purpose."
"Yet you discarded this goodwill based on their empty words. Was preserving your precious status as the Heaven Dou Emperor's teacher worth betraying my generosity?"
Ning Fengzhi's grip tightened on his staff.
"Submitting to Spirit Hall would have spared your two thousand disciples. The Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda would have endured. Your position might have risen higher."
"Instead, you chose to humor the Clear Sky and Blue Lightning clans. Now that my identity is known globally, you understood my intentions when gifting that herb."
Ye Hao's voice turned icy. "You're intelligent, Ning Fengzhi—but sometimes too clever for your own good."
"By revoking the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda, I merely reclaimed what was mine. A pity I empowered an enemy—but as they say, 'mending the fold after losing some sheep is not too late.'"
The Second Elder and Yu Luomian stepped forward, flanking Ning Fengzhi in solidarity.
"The three great clans stand united! We won't tolerate your insolence, Spirit Hall scum!" The Second Elder trembled with rage.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stands with Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to the end!" Yu Luomian declared.
Ye Hao applauded mockingly.
"Bravo! Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Clear Sky Clan—listen well!"
He raised the Shura Demon Sword, pointing it at the assembled foes.
"Now... let the games begin."