Chapter 363: Falling into Hell

"Boom!"

In the sky, there was another clash of weapons.

The figure of Sword Douluo Chen Xin fell from the sky and crashed into the ground, blood continuously gushing from the corners of his mouth.

"Haha, so the legendary Sword Douluo Chen Xin is actually this vulnerable," Snake Spear Douluo laughed loudly.

In truth, he had been uncertain about battling the Sword Douluo; he had originally thought it would be good enough just to hold him off, but the moment they exchanged blows, he discovered that the Sword Douluo was no match for him at all.

Whether in strength, soul power, or speed, he was far superior to the Sword Douluo.

This made him suspect that the world's rumors about the Sword Douluo were merely hearsay, and that in reality, this guy's strength was nothing special.

"Damn it!" Sword Douluo felt grief and indignation in his heart; if not for the restrictions of the Ice and Fire Power, which forced him to use at most twenty percent of his power, how could he be unable to defeat even a Snake Spear Douluo?

Chen Xin could not help but reach out and grip the glass bottle hidden in his robes containing the Ice Continuation Pill; did he really have to take this today?

Nan Feihuang had not kept it from him back then: although his injuries would fully recover after taking this pill, and his energy would even be boosted to its peak for a short time, allowing his strength to exceed its limits,

once the medicinal effect wore off, his original injuries would strike back twofold, and he would surely die.

Just as Chen Xin hesitated for a moment, the inner city of Seven Treasure City had already become a scene of devastation.

On the ground, a massive figure stepped on the plaque of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, "Hmph, Upper Three Sects, starting today, you shall turn into the dust of history, and my Elephant Armored Sect shall become the new Upper Three Sects."

This person was none other than the Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Sect, Heavenly Elephant Huyan Zhen.

A Level 89 Spirit Douluo whose defensive power was reputed to have already surpassed many Title Douluo.

He was ambitious and had always harbored the delusion of replacing the Upper Three Sects.

"Stop being so arrogant here. Rest assured, Huyan Zhen, as long as you serve us well, becoming one of the Upper Three Sects is no difficult task." Beside Huyan Zhen stood a large man, slightly shorter than him but still over two meters tall.

Judging by his tone, his status was even far higher than Huyan Zhen's.

Huyan Zhen said respectfully, "Yes, you are right, my lord."

"Behind this gate is the inner plaza of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Huyan Zhen, to become one of the Upper Three Sects, you still need to reach the Title level to be worthy of the name. Let me show you the true power of a Title Douluo now!" The large man let out a violent shout, and a giant Blood Demon Mad Bear appeared.

It turned out this person was Demon Bear Douluo.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Flame Meteor Fall!"

Accompanied by the roar of Demon Bear Douluo, countless giant fireballs suddenly appeared in the sky, crashing toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect like a meteor shower.

Under the illumination of the firelight, one could see that besides the meteors, there were many Spirit Masters flying on swords in the sky, as well as a giant Flame Spirit Kite.

In addition to the frontal assault by the ground troops, the Spirit Hall had also prepared an aerial surprise attack force.

The two leaders were Lingyuan Douluo, the only woman among the Nine Great Elders, and Feng Bailong, the Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect, one of the Lower Four Sects, a Level 87 Agility Attack System Spirit Douluo. The meteors brushed past them without hitting a single one of their own; they were truly worthy of being Title Douluo, as their control over their own soul skills had reached a level of perfection.

"Hehe, destruction is truly enough to make one's blood boil." Lingyuan Douluo watched the meteors flying past her, a cruel smile appearing on her beautiful face. A feather from the Flame Spirit Kite flew into her palm, and at the same time, her Eighth Spirit Ring rose upward, "Eighth Soul Skill, Hot-Blooded!"

The feather in Lingyuan Douluo's palm instantly multiplied into thousands, drifting down toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

If Demon Bear Douluo's meteors were an attack mode of extreme hardness and strength, then this move was of extreme softness. The seemingly slowly drifting feathers would ignite the moment they touched any object, possessing extremely high temperatures and refusing to be extinguished by water; instead, they would instantly boil the water. It was a long-range area-of-effect attack skill that also carried a burning effect.

Boom, boom, boom!!! For a time, the frantic crashing of meteors turned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect into a living hell.

Even if someone managed to luckily dodge the meteor attacks, they would be burned to ashes by the pervasive feathers.

Of the thousands of disciples in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, more than fifty percent had died under the joint strike of the two Title Douluo who excelled in group combat.

The original story did not encounter such a tragedy because Bone Douluo was still guarding it; he was known as the Title Douluo with the number one defense and could naturally withstand such an attack.

It was just a pity that he was a dead man now, and no one else in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could face these two Title Douluo.

Ning Rongrong looked at the mountain of corpses within the sect, tears streaming down her face. She had managed to save her life with the protection of a Spirit Douluo expert by her side, but others were not so lucky.

Her former followers and little brothers were now reduced to nothing but bones.

"Rongrong!"

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi arrived quickly with three Spirit Douluo.

"Father!" Ning Rongrong called out excitedly, "Are you hurt? Who exactly are these people, and why are they hurting us like this? Is it the Gulei Kingdom again?"

Ning Fengzhi's face was full of grief and anger as he shook his head, "No, the attackers are the Spirit Hall and the Lower Four Sects. Rongrong, listen to me, hurry and leave through the secret passage, go as far as you can. This time the Spirit Hall has dispatched multiple Title Douluo; we cannot stop them."

"No, I'm not leaving. What about Jian Yeye? Father, we still have Jian Yeye, don't we?" Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi with hope; at this moment, only Sword Douluo could make her feel safe.

"Uncle Jian, he..." Ning Fengzhi struggled with whether to tell Ning Rongrong the truth, but in the end, he suppressed it. Rongrong had to keep hope alive to have the courage to continue living, so he said, "Don't worry, Uncle Jian will drive the enemies back soon. However, you are his weakness; if you stay here, you will only distract him. Listen to Father, go down the mountain immediately. Once Father finishes handling things here, I will come to pick you up soon."

"Really, Father?" Ning Rongrong was still somewhat suspicious; she always felt that if she left today, she would be greeting an eternal farewell.

Ning Fengzhi smiled, "Of course it's true. Be good, Rongrong. You are the successor of the sect; the younger generation of the sect still needs you to lead them. Do not look back."

"Okay, Father, don't worry, I will definitely protect myself." Ning Rongrong nodded and, taking the younger generation of the sect and a Spirit Douluo who was accompanying them for protection, fled quickly toward the direction of the secret passage.

"Hmph, trying to escape? Lingyuan Flapping Wings!" Lingyuan Douluo spread her hands upward, releasing from behind her a Blazing Spirit Kite condensed from flames, about five meters in size.

She had locked onto Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong; how could she easily let go of these two key figures of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

(End of chapter)