Chapter 302: The Clear Sky Sect's Hidden Power Revealed—Twelve Titled Douluo
Boom!
Under the breathless gaze of everyone present, the two colossal attacks clashed violently. With a thunderous roar that seemed to shake the very heavens and earth, the enormous lightning dragon crashed through dozens of black dragons.
Despite the overwhelming power of the black dragons, they were dwarfed by the sheer size of the lightning beast. However, the massive body of the lightning dragon was now riddled with pits and gouges—a testament to the difficulty of countering the Clear Sky Sect's Eighty-One Strikes of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.
But the lightning dragon was relentless. It roared onward, smashing through wave after wave of black dragons. Explosions echoed continuously across the sky. Although only a few breaths had passed, to the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, it felt like an eternity. The skies filled with purple-blue lightning as the two hundred black dragons gradually vanished without a trace.
In the end, the clash resulted in a brutal draw.
As the scene in the sky became clear, every Clear Sky Sect disciple sank to the ground in disbelief, utterly drained. Two hundred of them—two hundred attacks honed from the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer—had been broken by one man.
After years of hearing their elders speak of their sect's unstoppable strength, they had believed themselves capable of taking on anyone. But in a few short moments, Dai Yao had torn down that confidence, laying bare the brutal truth.
"Why? How can all of us together still not defeat him?" One young disciple collapsed, screaming in despair. His voice echoed the feelings of every disciple. They had been raised on tales of the Clear Sky Sect's invincibility. To even speak of one's identity as a disciple of the sect could bring fear or respect from others.
But now, Dai Yao had mercilessly shattered that belief, laying bare their inadequacies.
Tang Long and Tang Hu exchanged a glance, their faces etched with helpless smiles. Dai Yao's overwhelming strength had crushed their pride and left them without the will to resist. If he were only slightly stronger, they might have tried to fight; but the gap was an abyss. Trying to challenge Dai Yao would be beyond reckless.
At their age, they remembered the sect's former glory. After years of isolation on the snowy peaks, they had held onto hope that they would one day reopen their gates with honor. The promotion of several elders to Titled Douluo had seemed to promise that day. But after Dai Yao's arrival, that ambition had withered. Perhaps a life in quiet isolation on the snow-covered mountain would not be so bad, after all.
"Why struggle against him?" one disciple murmured.
"Because you're too weak," Dai Yao said coldly, without a hint of mercy. After unleashing his full power, his spirit energy was now depleted. But he knew he needed to strike further at their morale, to provoke the sect into revealing its full strength.
As his muscles shrank back to normal, his robe hung loosely around him, and his face bore signs of the fierce battle. Yet none dared to show him the slightest disrespect; no one even dared to meet his gaze. A deathly silence fell over the two hundred disciples, broken only by the sound of Dai Yao's steps in the snow.
He approached the cowering disciples, his gaze piercing as he surveyed them. Not a single one met his eyes. Even though some may have guessed that his energy was exhausted, no one dared to attack.
"Clear Sky Sect—the so-called number one sect in the world? Worthless," Dai Yao scoffed, looking around at the defeated disciples with contempt. No one dared to refute him.
"Enough!" Tang Xiao's voice thundered from above, the sound crashing through the hearts of the disciples below. His fierce gaze bore down on Dai Yao, filled with murderous intent.
Tang Xiao knew exactly what Dai Yao intended—not only to defeat the disciples physically but to crush their spirits, to shatter their confidence and leave them demoralized and unable to focus on their cultivation. He had placed his hopes in the two hundred disciples and three Soul Saints. But the grim reality was clear—they had lost. He realized that his gamble had failed, and with it, the sect's future was at risk.
"Oh? So, does the Clear Sky Sect intend to keep me here?" Dai Yao laughed mockingly. "This wasn't even a fair fight—two hundred against one, with three Soul Saints among them. Now that you've lost, you think you can just kill me to erase that loss? Is this the honor of the so-called number one sect?" He looked up at Tang Xiao as if he were no different from any other common spirit master.
The raw talent Dai Yao had shown was terrifying. For the sect to secure its future, they would have to kill him. In other words, the sect's only option was to reveal its full strength. Dai Yao's mission would be accomplished.
Sensing Tang Xiao's murderous intent, the three Titled Douluo from the Hall of the Supreme Pontiff appeared beside Dai Yao, forming a protective barrier around him. Chrysanthemum Douluo sneered, his tone laced with mockery:
"My, my, the Clear Sky Sect is so dignified, pulling these tricks against the Spirit Hall now!"
Ignoring Chrysanthemum Douluo's taunts, Tang Xiao replied coldly, "The Clear Sky Sect owes no one an explanation. Today, none of you—Dai Yao included—will leave here alive!"
The Seventh Elder fixed his murderous gaze on Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, fury blazing in his eyes.
"You two scoundrels! We have plenty of old scores to settle with you—the death of our former sect leader, my son's murder… none of you will leave here alive!"
At these words, Chrysanthemum Douluo broke into laughter as if he'd heard the best joke of his life. "Ha! Just three Titled Douluo in your Clear Sky Sect, and you think you can keep us here?" His laughter rang out, joined by Ghost Douluo's hoarse chuckles.
But to their surprise, the Seventh Elder laughed just as heartily in response. "Have they lost their minds?" Chrysanthemum Douluo murmured, his laughter faltering as he sensed something was amiss.
"Look around you, Spirit Hall dogs. Did you really think our sect had only three Titled Douluo?" The Seventh Elder's triumphant laughter echoed across the peak.
Suddenly, three more dark figures rose from the foot of the mountain, each wielding a Clear Sky Hammer with nine soul rings shining brightly around them—three more Titled Douluo had joined the fray.
"Another three Titled Douluo? Your Clear Sky Sect has six Titled Douluo?!" Chrysanthemum Douluo gasped, his voice cracking in disbelief.
The Second Elder's voice rang out, calm but laced with deadly intent. "For twenty years, our five brothers endured in silence, achieving the rank of Titled Douluo alongside our sect master. Today, Spirit Hall shall pay for the lives of our fallen brothers."
"We've been holding back for too long—today, we'll settle this once and for all!" The Seventh Elder's wild laughter filled the air, the weight of years of resentment spilling forth.
"Chief, we should strike now! Before they get any chance to escape," another elder urged, eyes narrowed with caution.
Tang Xiao nodded, casting a somber glance at the defeated disciples below, his heart heavy with regret.
"Disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, listen up! Withdraw from this peak immediately, return to the sect, cut the iron bridge, and seal the gates. Only when we have emerged victorious may you reopen the doors!"
"…Yes, sir…" came the scattered, dispirited response. Their once fiery spirits were now dulled to embers, and the sight filled the elders with sorrow. These disciples were meant to be the Clear Sky Sect's future.
After the two hundred disciples gradually crossed the iron suspension bridge, the elders of the Clear Sky Sect, who had been intensely focused on Dai Yao and his group, finally relaxed. They exhaled deeply, relieved that the members of the Spirit Hall had not, in a last-ditch effort, attacked their disciples in desperation. The Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo stood motionless, observing from afar.
The Clear Sky elders exchanged puzzled looks but remained confident that the battle was firmly in their favor. With six Titled Douluo wielding the Clear Sky Hammer against only three enemies, what could go wrong?
Tang Xiao looked at Dai Yao, who was shielded by three Titled Douluo at the center, and sighed with regret.
"Dai Yao, with your talents, once you reach the rank of Titled Douluo, there would be few who could rival you on the entire continent. Doesn't it feel like a waste to meet your end here today?"
Dai Yao chuckled, mocking disdain evident on his face.
"Oh? You're really that confident you'll be able to keep us here? After watching the show for so long, isn't it about time for the rest of you to come out?"
The Clear Sky Sect elders hesitated, wondering if Dai Yao had backup nearby. Before they could react, an imperious cry resounded through the sky as three powerful presences surged into view. From beyond the snowy mountains, a majestic green luan bird emerged, its nine spirit rings flashing around it. At a lofty Rank 97, its immense spirit power bore down on the Clear Sky Sect's Titled Douluo like a crushing weight.
Behind the green luan, two great spiraled dragon staffs spun swiftly, churning the air as they approached. Two figures, each wielding a dragon staff with nine spirit rings encircling them, flew behind the bird. Although just one level below the Green Luan Douluo, their spirit power was enough to make the Clear Sky elders falter.
"Looks like we made it just in time!" the Demon Suppression Douluo laughed, locking his gaze on Tang Xiao with fighting spirit flashing in his eyes. As another weapon spirit master, he couldn't resist the thrill of challenging the renowned Clear Sky Hammer.
Green Luan Douluo cast his gaze over the six Titled Douluo, nodding in mild surprise.
"Six Titled Douluo? The Clear Sky Sect… in just twenty years, you've grown to such strength. You truly aim to seize power."
"Seize power? The Clear Sky Sect was forced into hiding by your Spirit Hall!" Tang Xiao's words were calm, but his gaze hardened as he looked over the three newly arrived Douluo. "So many of our disciples have died at your hands. Do you expect us to just sit by?"
With a mocking chuckle, Green Luan Douluo shook his head.
"Tell me, who was it that fell in love with a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast and caused the death of our Pope back then? Do you expect the Spirit Hall to ignore such a blood debt? To abandon humanity and choose a spirit beast—these are the kind of disciples the Clear Sky Sect produces?"
The Clear Sky elders shifted uncomfortably at his words. Indeed, the events of that time had begun with Tang Hao's love for a forbidden woman, a love that led to his devastating attack on Pope Qian Xunji.
Watching this exchange, Dai Yao couldn't resist a smirk. The Green Luan Douluo, with his years of experience, had struck a nerve that left the Clear Sky Sect's elders speechless. In his past life, Dai Yao had felt moved by the love stories of Tang San and Xiao Wu, Tang Hao and Ah Yin. But as he grew older, he'd begun to see the inherent contradictions. The divide between humans and spirit beasts was even more profound than the barrier in tales of humans and ghosts. Humans needed to hunt spirit beasts to advance. To spirit beasts, humans were born enemies—beings of death.
The love Tang Hao and Ah Yin shared may have been genuine, but it was a love beyond understanding or acceptance by either side.
Tang Xiao clenched his fists, wanting to refute Green Luan's words, but instead, he let out a deep breath, his tone calm once more. Ah Yin had once been someone he loved deeply, after all.
With his hands behind his back, Tang Xiao stood like an immovable mountain before Green Luan Douluo, his Rank 95 power undiminished against Green Luan's Rank 97.
"There's nothing more to say, old man. My brother Hao's only fault was in not hiding well enough from you people. Isn't it true that the Spirit Hall only wanted his hundred-thousand-year spirit beast? Stronger forces claim what they want—that's the way of the world. Our one error was not being strong enough to protect him. If the Clear Sky Sect had been powerful enough, would the Spirit Hall have dared to offend us? Ultimately, justice belongs to the victors."
Thousand Weights Douluo gave a slow clap, nodding approvingly.
"Well said! Indeed, history is written by those who prevail. Today, our strength is superior to yours, so it's up to us to remove this scourge from the continent—the Clear Sky Sect!"
"Attack!"
Green Luan Douluo's gaze turned icy, his nine spirit rings flashing as he motioned to the others. The Demon Suppression and Thousand Weights Douluo gripped their dragon staffs tightly, spirit power surging as the sky darkened.
Meanwhile, the three Titled Douluo from the Hall of the Supreme Pontiff activated their own martial spirits, standing back-to-back as they found themselves surrounded by Clear Sky Sect soul masters. Their patience stretched thin, they silently cursed, suspecting that the three elder Douluo from the Spirit Hall had intended to put them in this vulnerable position.
At the center, the three Douluo shielded Dai Yao, who carefully watched his surroundings, ready to flee. A battle of this magnitude, between twelve Titled Douluo, was far beyond what a soul king like him could handle.
"Fight!" Tang Xiao's voice rang out like thunder, a booming command that rolled across the sky. Their enemies had come to their doorstep; retreat was not an option. Despite the Spirit Hall Douluo's higher levels, the Clear Sky Sect soul masters were known for fighting beyond their ranks—they would not back down.
The sky trembled as six Clear Sky Hammers appeared, massive and imposing like mountains. Even Dai Yao instinctively bent low under their crushing presence. A twelve-Douluo clash was an event almost unheard of.
"Damn! Dai Yao is still in there. Are those old men from the Spirit Hall's Hall of Elders really unconcerned about his life?" cursed the Sky Luan Douluo.
Just then, a green flash darted through the sky and appeared beside Dai Yao, grabbing him and vanishing in an instant.
"Green Luan took Dai Yao to safety!" The Douluo on the field realized, now free to fight without distractions.
A moment later, far from the remote grounds of the Clear Sky Sect, a green figure appeared. The soul masters guarding a nearby carriage jumped into defensive stances but relaxed upon recognizing the Green Luan Douluo. Dai Yao, still catching his breath, looked up in awe.
"Dai Yao, you've done well today," said Green Luan Douluo with satisfaction. "I'll report this to the High Priest and the Pope. This isn't a fight you need to be involved in. Go to the Spirit Hall in Heaven Dou City—they will arrange your safe return to Spirit City."
"Thank you, Green Luan Douluo," Dai Yao replied respectfully. His mission was complete; the Clear Sky Sect's full power was now exposed, and the Spirit Hall would surely see them as an imminent threat. For the Clear Sky Sect, the countdown to their downfall had begun.
With a nod, Green Luan Douluo turned and flew back toward the snowy mountains, free now to engage the Clear Sky Sect without reservation.
Watching the battle from afar, Dai Yao was filled with awe. Waves of energy clashed visibly across the sky, echoing with thunderous soul power. The aftershocks were so intense that mountains trembled, their peaks shattered by the force. Rocks rained down, striking the ground below.
"Amazing power," Dai Yao whispered, turning back to the soul master by his side.
"We should go."
"Yes, young master." The soul master, now acting as a coachman, urged the thin horse forward. With a sharp neigh, the horse pulled the carriage slowly toward Heaven Dou City.
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