Chapter 87: The Annihilation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the Sorrowful Grandmaster

"Army, attack! Annihilate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect! Leave no one alive!" Following the order from the Golden Crocodile Douluo, an army of thirty thousand Soul Masters surged toward the grounds of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect like a tidal wave.

They charged into the rain, rushing toward the mountain peaks of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect like a tide!

This heavy rain seemed to be a premonition that a bloodbath was about to unfold!

"Report! Lanfeng Mountain has encountered a Soul Master attack, losses are heavy, requesting reinforcements!"

"Report! He Mountain has encountered a Soul Master attack, losses are heavy, requesting reinforcements!"

"Report! Gu Mountain has encountered a Soul Master attack, losses are heavy, requesting reinforcements!"

The True Dragon Mountain of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect constantly echoed with the urgent and panicked cries for help from Soul Masters; every so often, there were signals requesting reinforcements from various mountains.

The injured Yu Yuanzhen was covered by several elders as he returned to True Dragon Mountain to activate the sect-protecting grand formation.

"Bastards, those sons of bitches from the Spirit Hall, they actually disregarded their reputation to launch a massive attack on us. Quickly, request reinforcements from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

As the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, his soul power was at level ninety-five, but facing Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall, it was a world of difference.

Just a moment ago, he had been repelled by a single punch from Qian Daoliu with no way to counter.

In the end, it took a great deal of effort to retreat back to True Dragon Mountain.

Aside from True Dragon Mountain, He Mountain, Gu Mountain, Teng Mountain, Ba Mountain, Dou Mountain, Lanfeng Mountain, Purple Point Mountain, and South King Mountain were all occupied by the Spirit Hall's Soul Master army at this moment.

Yu Yuanzhen stood on True Dragon Mountain with a gloomy expression, looking at the fires igniting everywhere; the anger in his heart was beyond words.

Not long after.

Qian Daoliu and the six titled elders arrived at True Dragon Mountain together.

Yu Yuanzhen trembled all over as he took a dragon-shaped crown radiating an ancient aura from his robes.

Nine lightning dragons were coiled around the crown, and purple electric light pulsed within the dragon eyes.

"The Nine Dragon Crown?!" Qian Daoliu's gaze was calm. "Is this the so-called sect holy relic of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"

Yu Yuanzhen gave a miserable laugh: "The Spirit Hall pushes people too far. Today, I will let you witness the true foundation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!" After saying this, he placed the Nine Dragon Crown on his head.

"Boom—!"

Nine bolts of lightning descended from the sky, each containing the phantom of a lightning dragon. Yu Yuanzhen's aura climbed crazily, from level ninety-five to level ninety-six, finally settling at the peak of level ninety-eight!

"With my blood, I sacrifice the power of the nine dragons!" Yu Yuanzhen bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the crown. The nine lightning dragons instantly came to life, coiling around his body.

Qian Daoliu's expression was solemn as he fully released his Six-Winged Angel martial soul: "So what if your soul power has risen to level ninety-eight? Today, you will still not escape death!"

The two peerless powerhouses collided in the air with a boom.

Lightning and holy light intertwined; the entire True Dragon Mountain shook violently, and the mountain body began to collapse.

"Thunderous Might!" Yu Yuanzhen pressed his palms together, and the nine lightning dragons transformed into a hundred-foot lightning spear, stabbing straight at Qian Daoliu's heart.

Qian Daoliu sneered as the Angel Holy Sword met it: "Angel Judgment!"

"Boom—!"

A terrifying shockwave swept across a radius of ten miles, blowing away the Soul Masters from both sides who were watching the battle.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Qian Daoliu's expression remained unchanged, his aura steady.

Yu Yuanzhen, however, was in a miserable state; the Nine Dragon Crown had developed cracks, and his right arm was gone.

"Sect Master!" The members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect cried out in grief.

Yu Yuanzhen laughed instead: "Satisfying! Come again!" He formed seals with one hand, and the remaining eight lightning dragons exploded simultaneously, turning into a sky full of lightning spears.

Qian Daoliu shook his head: "Seeking death!" The six wings behind him bloomed with blinding golden light. "Angel Descent!"

A hundred-meter-tall angel phantom appeared, its holy light purifying all things. The lightning spears disintegrated inch by inch in the holy light, and Yu Yuanzhen was struck head-on by a pillar of light.

"Father!" Yu Luomian's eyes were splitting with rage.

When the light faded, Yu Yuanzhen was kneeling on one knee, the Nine Dragon Crown completely shattered. He raised his head with difficulty, looking at the approaching Qian Daoliu: "I have lost, but the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect will never submit."

Qian Daoliu was expressionless as the Angel Holy Sword pierced his heart: "Rest in peace."

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils gradually dilated, and fragments of the Nine Dragon Crown slid from his forehead. Qian Daoliu coldly pulled out the Angel Holy Sword, and blood drew a poignant arc in the air.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect is removed from the list today."

Following this pronouncement, the Spirit Hall army surged onto True Dragon Mountain like a tidal wave.

The sect-protecting grand formation had long since shattered, and the remaining disciples were making their final resistance in despair.

The next day, the outside world received the news: the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had been wiped out overnight!!!

Three days later, when Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong arrived, they saw only scorched earth.

The once majestic sect buildings had turned into ruins, and all nine mountain peaks had been razed to the ground. The air was filled with the smell of blood and burning, and not even a single living bird could be seen.

"Father... no... this is impossible..." Liu Erlong knelt on the ground, her fingernails digging deep into the soil.

Yu Xiaogang was trembling all over, and the sect token in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter." The token was stained with blood; it was the final memento a disciple had died trying to bring out.

"Spirit Hall... Qian Daoliu..." Yu Xiaogang's eyes were blood-red, and he turned to rush out.

"Don't be impulsive, Xiaogang!" Flender suddenly appeared, pressing down hard on his shoulders. "If you go now, you're just throwing your life away!"

"Let go of me!" Yu Xiaogang struggled crazily. "I want to kill them! I want to..."

A loud slap interrupted his roar. Flender's eyes were filled with tears, but his voice was unusually firm: "Look at yourself now! Are you just going to go and die?"

Liu Erlong suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, her martial soul erupting uncontrollably. Her long hair instantly turned fire-red, and her body was wrapped in rampaging dragon flames.

"Erlong! Calm down!" Flender hurriedly released his soul power to suppress her. "What can you do if you go now? You aren't even Title Douluo; what will you use to fight the Spirit Hall?"

"Live." Flender's voice suddenly dropped. "Only by living can you wait for the day of revenge."

Yu Xiaogang suddenly quieted down, tears sliding down silently. He bent down to pick up the blood-stained token, his fingers gently stroking it.

"I will become stronger." His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Strong enough to make the Spirit Hall... pay in blood."

Liu Erlong's dragon flames gradually extinguished; she slumped to the ground, staring at the sky with hollow eyes.

Flender breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard footsteps coming from behind. Ning Fengzhi, accompanied by Sword Douluo Chenxin, had arrived at some unknown time and was standing not far away, his expression grave.

"My condolences," Ning Fengzhi said softly, "the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect arrived too late."

Chen Xin looked at the devastated ruins, a trace of gravity flashing through his calm, unruffled eyes: "The Spirit Hall..."

The few of them exchanged glances, naturally understanding why the Spirit Hall had done this.

During the Abyss War, the Spirit Hall had almost single-handedly protected this continent, while the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had consistently refused to provide support.

With Qian Daoliu's temper, how could he possibly tolerate the existence of such people?

Night fell once again, and only three lonely figures remained amidst the ruins.

Yu Xiaogang solemnly put away the blood-stained token and turned to help Liu Erlong up.

"Let's go," his voice was unusually calm, "one day, we will return."

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