Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

The two great suns shone brightly, dividing the entire Longxing City in two. Gold and red intertwined with pitch black in every corner of the city, and countless people in the city looked up, watching the outcome of this battle.

"Such a terrifying battle, are these the world's strongest warriors?"

"Today's confrontation feels even more terrifying than the one in Tiandou City back then."

"That's not nonsense. Back when he fought Thunder Douluo, the Holy Son hadn't even become a Title Douluo yet."

"Look at what you're saying, you don't understand. It's not just that the Holy Son has improved; this Howling Sky Douluo is also much stronger than Thunder Douluo."

"Really? Didn't you say that Thunder Douluo became famous earlier, and that this one from the Clear Sky Sect was just lucky? He was no match for Tang Hao back then."

"I've heard that Tang Hao is indeed more talented, but Tang Xiao is patient. He's endured for nearly twenty years, biding his time and striving for success. How could he not be formidable?"

"You're all missing the point. Didn't you hear what the Holy Son said? Tang Xiao has a soul power of level 97, while Thunder Douluo is only level 95. He's nothing in front of him."

"Level 97 is only two levels higher than level 95, is the difference really that big?"

"Heh... you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

……

Two suns shone brightly in the sky, while many Soul Masters far from the plaza discussed the situation of the two. Almost everyone was exchanging ideas, because even among Title Douluos, it was impossible to tell who would emerge victorious at this moment.

"Tang Xiao, you have amazed me. You do not have Tang Hao's talent, but I have to admit that you are now far stronger than he was at his strongest."

Yan's calm voice rang out from the sky, and then countless people saw two bursts of blood-red light. Those with some experience knew that this was the casting of a soul skill, and a 100,000-year soul skill at that.

The crimson light merged into the golden-red sun, causing the already scorching sun to expand even further, almost instantly suppressing the dark demonic sun.

No miracle occurred. The blazing sun that erupted instantly completely engulfed the demonic sun. A figure fell to the ground amidst the endless heat and light. As the dust settled, everyone could only vaguely see a huge crater in the dusty ground.

"Surrender, or death."

The giant palm of flames descended again, but this time it stopped three feet above the heads of the Haotian Sect's experts. Yan's figure reappeared, looking down at everyone like a god descending to earth, his calm and cold voice sending chills down people's spines.

"Men of the Haotian Sect are not afraid of death, kid, don't be too arrogant."

The one who spoke out angrily was still the Seventh Elder. He seemed to have long been determined to die, but this person didn't seem to be very bright, and he insisted on dragging everyone down the road of no return.

Chapter 451 Completely Bowing Down

"court death."

Yan was not anyone from the Haotian Sect, so he naturally wouldn't tolerate an old guy like the Seventh Elder of Haotian who was actively provoking and courting death. With a cold voice, he unleashed another heavenly fire, which was about to annihilate all the disciples of the Haotian Sect.

"Little beast."

With a roar, the Seventh Elder of Haotian unleashed his full power. While still in mid-air, his Haotian Hammer flew out, all nine of his spirit rings shattered simultaneously, and his entire body rapidly expanded as if about to explode.

However, as his body rapidly expanded, the energy on the Haotian Hammer reached an unprecedented level, and the Haotian True Body instantly reached a height of one hundred feet.

"Boom!"

The giant fiery palm descended, and the rolling flames collided with the Seventh Elder of Haotian, who was about to explode in mid-air. In an instant, Haotian's true body, which had grown to a hundred feet, was directly shattered, and countless raindrops of light scattered in the air.

"Seventh Elder."

A mournful roar echoed from within the ruins, where a strong wind was swirling. Tang Xiao, who had almost collapsed again, barely managed to crawl out of the deep pit only to see the Seventh Elder dead in front of him.

The giant fiery hand, though briefly halted, continued its descent, its heart filled with grief and rage. It watched as hundreds of Haotian Sect disciples were about to perish, but it could barely stand, utterly powerless to stop it.

"Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother!"

“That bastard from the Spirit Hall, let’s fight him to the death.”

"Seventh Brother, Fifth Brother is here to see you."

"Second brother, I'll go first."

The Seventh Elder of Haotian died on the spot. The most heartbroken were the other four elders who had been his brothers for nearly a hundred years. Seeing that the giant fiery palm was still falling, the remaining elders also made a decision.

With a whoosh, another figure with gray hair rushed into the sky to fight Yan to the death. However, he was ultimately not capable of reaching Yan. The flames swirling around the giant fiery palm almost turned him into a charred mess.

The old man, who had dedicated his life to the Haotian Sect, had already made the decision to sacrifice himself. After his body stopped in mid-air, he slammed his fists into his chest. His whole body swelled up instantly, his skin turned completely blood red, and his skin was quickly stretched and burst.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, he exploded. A massive cloud of blood burst open in the air, but before it could spread, it was quickly extinguished by the scorching flames. However, in turn, some of the flames in the sky were also extinguished.

"Sect Master, take care."

"Second brother, I'm going now."

This disciple of the Haotian Sect sacrificed himself to stop Yan's killing move, but the result was still despair. His sacrifice was not enough, which led the remaining Haotian elders to make a decision.

"Boom! Boom!"

As the two accelerated into the sky, the two clouds of blood mist almost simultaneously dispersed a large area of ​​flames. This scene brought tears to the eyes of countless Haotian Sect members. Tang Xiao sobbed and shook his head repeatedly, but the giant fiery hand in the sky still did not completely dissipate.

"Seventh Brother has always wanted to master the Great Sumeru Hammer, and so have I."

The last elder of the Haotian Sect, an old man with long eyebrows, kind eyes, and white hair and beard, looked kindly at Tang Xiao and raised his Haotian Hammer as he spoke.

As he spoke, his nine spirit rings exploded one after another, accompanied by a rapid increase in spirit power, and a flush appeared on his face.

"Sect Master, please lead the Haotian Sect onward."

The second elder of the Haotian Sect gave Tang Xiao his final instructions, then became incredibly intense and frenzied, "Hahahaha, it's all been a dream for over a hundred years. After waking up, nothing is left. Six brothers, the second elder is here."

A ball of black light shone with unprecedented brilliance in the final moments of its life. This was the last cry of a generation of disciples of the Haotian Sect, and it also represented the end of an era.

Whether it was the Second Elder who sacrificed himself last or the Seventh Elder who was the first to seek death, they were both disciples personally taught by Tang Chen. However, none of them were able to inherit the Great Sumeru Hammer in their generation.

The Great Sumeru Hammer, the strongest technique of the Haotian Sect, can only be inherited by those who master it. Below the patriarch Tang Chen, only the second-generation Tang Hao has mastered it. None of the first-generation disciples and elders, including Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's father, have succeeded.

This is a knot in the hearts of their older generation. The reason why Tang Xiao's father was in poor health was because he had once practiced the Great Sumeru Hammer and suffered a backlash. So when he heard that Tang Hao had rebelled and caused a great disaster, he was almost angered to death.

Tang Xiao watched helplessly as the Second Elder ascended into the air, smashed the remaining energy of the giant fiery palm with a single hammer blow, broke through the fire barrier, and arrived in front of Yan. However, he couldn't bring himself to deliver the final blow.

"Do not……"

He watched as his second uncle stopped in mid-air, his body rapidly covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and then shattered completely like porcelain. The fragments scattered in the sky, and finally disappeared into points of light along with the Haotian Hammer that he had failed to swing.

"Second Elder, ahhh..."

Tang Xiao watched helplessly as his fifth brother and uncle died before his eyes. He staggered and fell to his knees. With the little strength he had left, he clenched his fists and pounded the ground repeatedly. Two lines of bloody tears slid down his tightly closed eyelids.

"The old folks are unwilling to compromise, and it's all their own doing that they're bringing about their own destruction."

The hundreds of disciples of the Haotian Sect looked at the five elders who had sacrificed themselves, each filled with immense grief and indignation. However, at this moment, Yan in the sky was still making sarcastic remarks, "It's one thing to refuse to admit that you're old, but to lead a group of people to their deaths is simply absurd..."

"Aaaaah... Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, prepare to die..."

Tang Xiao went completely mad. The sight of the five elders dying before his eyes was too much for him. He opened his eyes, wiped away his blood and tears, and summoned his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul once again. However, this time the warhammer, the size of a water vat, was covered with cracks, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

In the clash with Yan just now, Tang Xiao was completely defeated. Not only was he knocked down to the mortal realm, but his martial soul was also destroyed.

Although a Soul Master with a Weapon Soul can recover even if their Soul is destroyed, it depends on the recovery process and the time it takes.

In a situation like Tang Xiao's, who had just been defeated not long ago, it was already quite an achievement to be able to muster any strength. If he were to reassemble his martial soul to prepare for an attack, even if he didn't act immediately, he would most likely suffer some kind of hidden injury.

"ridiculous……"

Faced with Tang Xiao's shrewish behavior, Yan simply slapped him across the face, and the powerful gust of wind sent the guy flying.

"metropolitan!"

"Sect Master, be careful."

A group of Haotian Sect members, who had survived the ordeal thanks to the sacrifice of five elders, saw Tang Xiao in such a miserable state and, out of concern, immediately channeled their soul power to try and catch him.

Although Yan's attack was just a casual strike, it was relative to the level of a Title Douluo. Among the second, third, and fourth generation disciples of the Haotian Sect, apart from Tang Xiao, who else had reached this level? Forcibly barging into that strong wind to help Tang Xiao would naturally result in a mess.

Yan only glanced at them briefly, but a gust of wind seemed to have eyes, knocking them all over and causing them to fall to the ground, each with blood on their lips and serious injuries.

Tang Xiao was the most pitiful, lying on his back on the ground, his face and body covered in blood. Tang Yuehua, watching from the sidelines, felt a pang of heartache at his sight, but could only cover her mouth and watch from afar.

"Kill me, just kill me..."

Tang Xiao collapsed to the ground, nearly mentally broken. The events of the day had been too much for him: the deaths of his younger brother, nephew, and even his grandfather, and the deaths of his five uncles right before his eyes.

After this chaotic battle, Haotian Sect plummeted from its peak to the bottom. He himself was already filled with regret and was now despondent.

Yan glanced at the scene in the distance and replied coldly, "Oh! You mean you want me to kill everyone from your Haotian Sect, including your sister?"

"You can forget about touching Yuehua..."

Upon hearing him mention his sister, Tang Xiao instantly regained some energy, tensed his arms, and straightened his back with difficulty, glaring angrily at Yan not far away.

"Tang Xiao, it's really laughable that you're issuing this kind of warning now."

Yan simply smiled calmly at Tang Xiao's threat, glanced around, and then spoke again: "Have you forgotten what that white-browed old man said? He told you to protect the Haotian Sect no matter what."

But look at yourself now, what makes you think you can do that? If you really want to save the Clear Sky Sect, you should surrender to me now and submit to the Spirit Hall.

My Spirit Hall has always been magnanimous. In truth, if your Clear Sky Sect simply bowed its head and stopped stabbing us in the back openly or secretly, why would I need to be so ruthless? Hmm…”

"What you said is true..."

Tang Xiao's voice became hoarse, his heart filled with conflict. For the sake of Haotian Sect's last chance of survival, he finally had the idea of ​​bowing his head.

"Sect Master, please don't!"

"Sect Master, we cannot bow down to the Spirit Hall."

"Sect Master, we are not afraid of death, but we cannot lose like this."

"That's right, the worst that can happen is death."

"Sect Master! Sect Master!"

……

The disciples of the Haotian Sect had a strong sense of self-respect, and they all shouted and told Tang Xiao not to bow his head.

"Tang Xiao, you're still so indecisive. With your kind of useless people, the Haotian Sect would have been wiped out eight hundred times over."

Yan looked at the Haotian Sect members who were all talk and no action, and with a slight clap of his hands, countless Martial Soul Hall experts brought over some people.

"Daddy."

"Master."

"elder brother."

……