Douluo Continent: Twin Angels, Heartless Rakshasa

"Brothers, stop them from entering Haotian Fortress!"

Four or five disciples of the Haotian Sect gathered together, holding Haotian Hammers, and stood guard outside the castle, their faces showing anger.

"Die!" Bibi Dong slowly stepped forward, the second black soul ring of the Soul-Devouring Spider King shining beneath her feet.

A green poisonous mist swept out, and dark green poisonous spiders with bodies over a meter in diameter crawled out of the mist and pounced on the disciples of Haotian Sect.

"what……"

"Get out of the way! These spiders are highly venomous!"

"Help, this is terrifying!"

The Haotian Sect disciples screamed in agony, their faces filled with terror. Their bodies were pierced by the spears of the poisonous spiders, and their skin turned a horrifying dark green. Their deaths were gruesome.

"Let's go."

Bibi Dong took Qian Renchen's hand and led some Spirit Hall Soul Masters, stepping over the corpses of Clear Sky Sect disciples, into Clear Sky Fortress.

Haotian Fortress covers a vast area. The mother and son strolled around the first floor and found that apart from a ceremonial hall, it was just a place for ordinary disciples to live and move around, without even any guards.

Realizing it wasn't worth much, the mother and son went straight upstairs.

The second floor was relatively smaller than the first floor. After searching, they found several bedrooms that showed signs of being occupied, and each bedroom had a guard.

They guessed that the second floor must be where the sect elders lived, so Bibi Dong casually killed the guards and then threw their bodies into the elders' room.

Qian Renchen and Bibi Dong led the Spirit Hall Soul Masters up the steps to the third floor of Haotian Fortress.

Castles are typically designed to taper upwards, reflecting the unspoken rule that higher floors represent greater prestige and more private spaces.

This third floor is most likely the residence of the sect leader and his children. Qian Renchen has a premonition that Tang Yuehua should be on the third floor.

Sure enough, after the mother and son killed several Haotian Sect disciples patrolling the fortress, they walked through a passageway and saw a closed bedroom on the left side of a spacious hall. Five or six Haotian Sect disciples were guarding the bedroom door.

"There are invaders from the Spirit Hall! Kill them and protect the little princess!"

Five or six disciples of the Clear Sky Sect roared in unison, summoning the Clear Sky Hammer, some unleashing the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, others activating their soul skills, their figures shooting towards the Spirit Hall group like arrows released from a bow.

Bibi Dong's pretty face turned cold. She snorted and unleashed the Soul Devouring Spider King's second soul skill once more. Dark green poisonous mist swept across the area, and the spider swarm rampaged.

"ah--"

The screams and wails were deafening as the spears of more than a dozen poisonous spiders pierced the bodies of these disciples. Blood splattered, their bodies stiffened, and they died instantly from the poison.

"Break it open."

Qianrenchen pointed his sword at the door that was being guarded.

"Yes, young master!"

Seven or eight Spirit Hall Soul Masters released their Martial Souls and activated their Soul Skills with great excitement, slamming them hard against the stone gate.

The stone gate, unable to withstand the weight, trembled violently and cracked open with a spiderweb-like fissure.

Then another round of soul skill attacks came down, smashing the heavy stone door into pieces, with rubble flying everywhere.

The Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall rushed in together.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renchen stood quietly at the doorway, and after the smoke and dust dissipated, their gazes turned into the room.

This was clearly a woman's boudoir. As far as the eye could see, a young girl was hugging a pillow, huddled in a corner, like a pitiful lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Seven or eight Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall surrounded the girl.

"She must be Tang Wei's daughter, Tang Yuehua. Tie her up!" Qian Renchen smiled and waved his hand to give the order.

……

Outside the fortress, Tang Wei's sudden death caught Haotian Sect and the others off guard.

With a formidable enemy at hand, this was no time for mourning. As the new sect leader of the Haotian Sect, Tang Xiao quickly buried his sorrow deep in his heart.

Because the negotiations were ruined by Thousand-Pound Douluo, and because the other party was determined to kill the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Xiao's eyes turned bloodshot, and a great battle broke out between him and Thousand-Pound Douluo!

How could a mere level 91 Title Douluo possibly be a match for a veteran Super Douluo?

Even though the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul of the Clear Sky Sect is the heaviest blunt weapon martial soul, and people in the Douluo Continent have always preferred head-on confrontations, that is not a reason for a level 91 person to defeat a level 96 person...

"Ah—" Tang Xiao was struck in the abdomen by the Thousand-Pound Douluo's staff, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying backward.

The five elders were shocked and hurriedly caught Tang Xiao, who was flying backwards.

"Xiao'er, are you alright?"

Tang Xiao steadied himself with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a muffled voice, "It's alright, I still have the strength to fight again."

"This Thousand-Pound Douluo's strength is unfathomable. We cannot confront him head-on. We must use the Haotian Formation to gather the remaining disciples of the Haotian Sect first." The Second Elder gritted his teeth and stared intently at the Thousand-Pound Douluo, whose eyes revealed contempt.

The other elders nodded and simultaneously used their soul power to transmit a message: "Disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, listen to my command! Assemble over here!"

The melodious and resonant voice carried for a great distance. Upon hearing the order, the disciples forced back their opponents and gathered towards the elders of the Haotian Sect, following the direction of the voice.

During this process, some Spirit Hall Soul Masters took the opportunity to kill some Clear Sky Sect disciples, but most of the surviving disciples still came to Tang Xiao's side.

"Disciples of the Haotian Sect, heed my command! Form the Haotian Formation!"

Tang Xiao stood in the center of the formation, the five elders of the Haotian Sect stood in a pentagram formation, and nearly a thousand remaining disciples of the Haotian Sect were arranged irregularly, raising the Haotian Hammer together, and a vast amount of soul power soared into the sky.

A pentagram array filled with lightning enveloped Tang Xiao, and the soul power of everyone gathered and superimposed on his body!

Tang Xiao, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, stood above the magic array, his eyes flashing with lightning, his aura surging, and roared, "Come and fight!"

"Interesting." The Demon-Slaying Douluo twisted his neck, his gaze suddenly turning fierce. "This formation has actually increased your soul power to nearly level ninety-five."

"In that case, we can't let you live any longer, brother!"

Qianjun Douluo understood immediately and realized that Jiangmo wanted to attack Tang Xiao together.

The two brothers were siblings and had worked together for decades, their level of understanding was unmatched.

Qianjun and Jiangmo stood on the left and right, wielding their staffs in horizontal slashes.

The two dragon-shaped staffs instantly grew dozens of times larger, becoming hundred-meter-long staffs, and slammed towards Tang Xiao in a cross shape.

Veins bulged on Tang Xiao's forehead, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand swelled up, transforming into a hundred-meter-long hammer, crackling with lightning as he roared, "Break!"

The Haotian Hammer clashed with the two Panlong Staffs, producing a deafening clang. The violent energy transformed into a ring of air that swept outwards, knocking many Soul Masters to the ground.

The three figures moved and intertwined in mid-air, the shadows of staffs and hammers clashing repeatedly. Tang Xiao was not yet the Xiaotian Douluo who would reach level ninety-seven many years later, and was quickly suppressed by the two Panlong staffs.

Inside the light membrane of the Haotian Formation, the five elders responsible for supplying energy and nearly a thousand disciples of the Haotian Sect saw Tang Xiao being beaten back step by step, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Their faces were filled with horror and despair.

Is today truly the end of the Haotian Sect?