Chapter 301: Sweeping the Clear Sky Sect
Atop the snowy mountain peak, two hundred Clear Sky Sect disciples wielded their Clear Sky Hammers, conjuring whirlwinds that lifted waves of snow, creating a mesmerizing sight. Ahead, three Soul Saints of the Clear Sky Sect had Dai Yao completely surrounded, preventing any escape. Their coordinated attacks struck in relentless waves, giving Dai Yao no chance to counterattack.
Watching Dai Yao, forced into constant defense under their assault, the lead Soul Saint laughed, saying, "Kid, you're strong, no doubt—even the three of us together haven't taken you down yet. But do you really think you can withstand all two hundred of us?"
"Once they complete the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique, your death is certain!"
The Soul Saints aimed to break Dai Yao's confidence in his defense with their taunts. Behind them, more than two hundred disciples smirked in satisfaction, eager to finally take down this seemingly unstoppable genius. As Dai Yao continued blocking their relentless attacks, the Sect disciples felt their Clear Sky Hammers grow lighter in their hands, fueled by their excitement at avenging their defeats.
Dai Yao took a step back, narrowly avoiding the incoming blow from a Clear Sky Soul Saint, and a smirk crossed his face. "My death? Let's see if you're still laughing in a moment."
"It's time to use what I've been preparing. Fourth spirit skill, White Tiger Thunder God Strike!"
Dai Yao's spirit power surged, pouring into his fourth spirit ring, causing it to emit a blinding radiance as arcs of lightning flashed across the area. The crackling sound of electricity and the paralyzing tingling it sent down their spines filled the Clear Sky Sect disciples with foreboding.
"Not good! This guy's holding back a deadly card—he might be fighting to the death!" shouted Tang Long, his pupils contracting in alarm.
At his warning, the two hundred Clear Sky Sect disciples hastened their hammer swings, while the three Soul Saints intensified their attacks, desperate to break through Dai Yao's defense. But despite the fierce attacks raining down, Dai Yao stood unfazed.
Meanwhile, outside the gates of the Clear Sky Sect...
"Cough, cough…"
The lightning gathering in the sky seemed to stir something unsettling within the unconscious Tang San, who suddenly awoke, coughing violently as he stared at the scene unfolding in the distance.
"Xiao San, what's wrong?" Tang Yuehua, who had been watching the battle atop the snowy peak, turned immediately at the sound of his coughing, concern etched on her face.
"Gu... tell them, Dai Yao's fourth spirit skill can keep building power. Once fully charged, it can rival a Spirit Douluo's attack! But while he's charging, he can't move or counterattack, so they must interrupt him before he finishes charging!" Tang San forced out, barely conscious as he struggled to finish his sentence before slipping back into unconsciousness.
The image of Dai Yao's thunderous attack, shattering Godwind Academy back then, was seared into Tang San's memory. Dai Yao was his mortal enemy, and he knew every one of Dai Yao's skills inside and out.
Tang Yuehua froze, then quickly suppressed her urge to tend to Tang San, calling out his warning loudly toward the mountain top.
The disciples, hearing her faintly, collectively faltered, nearly losing hold of their hammers. If this attack truly held the power of a Spirit Douluo, could they kill Dai Yao before he finished? More likely, several of them would fall in the process.
Tang Long took a deep breath, rallying, "Uncles, you heard! While he's charging, he's defenseless—you must interrupt him!"
The three Soul Saints, though inwardly cursing, responded to the warning. "Brothers!" shouted the lead Soul Saint.
The other two nodded, their coordination impeccable as they simultaneously activated their sixth spirit abilities.
Since being forced out of True Body form by Dai Yao earlier, they hadn't been able to re-enter it. Now, with Dai Yao in a vulnerable state, they not only aimed to disrupt his charging but to defeat him outright. Their Clear Sky Hammers swelled in size, cloaked in dark energy as they hurtled towards Dai Yao with a furious roar.
The fierce whistle of their hammers cleaving the air created a suffocating pressure, the snow beneath Dai Yao blasted away to reveal the dark stone of the mountain.
"Die, boy!" they shouted in unison.
Looking up at them, Dai Yao's lips curved into a faint smile, his tone icy.
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, Dai Yao crouched low, his muscles bulging as the stone beneath him cracked from the pressure. Lightning flashed through his eyes, and his gaze turned sharp as he bellowed,
"Thunder… Eight Extremes Collapse!"
Dai Yao shot into the air, the shattered rock beneath him turning to dust. He raised his right fist in a powerful, controlled motion, his muscles defined and rigid like a Greek statue. As he ascended, waves of force rippled outward, crashing into the combined attacks of the three Soul Saints with unimaginable power.
Boom!
The explosive impact left everyone momentarily deaf, unable to hear anything after the terrifying collision. Lightning scattered, and thick snow flew up, shrouding the battlefield in a cloud of mist and obscuring visibility. Through the haze, four figures shot backward, propelled by the force of the clash.
"What's happening? Why can't I hear anything? Did the three Soul Saints lose?"
"Nonsense! The three of them attacked together—no Soul Douluo could withstand that, much less Dai Yao! He's probably nothing but paste by now!"
"What's going on? Didn't Tang San say Dai Yao couldn't move or counterattack while charging his fourth spirit skill? How could he defend against our three uncles' attacks while still charging?"
"Maybe he abandoned the charge halfway?"
"Stay vigilant! Don't ease up! Whatever Dai Yao did, keep going with the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique. Once we complete it, not even Dai Yao can survive!" Tang Long shouted urgently.
"Yes!"
The two hundred disciples responded in unison, their voices echoing, seeming to vibrate the very air. They resumed swinging their Clear Sky Hammers, the rotations gaining speed, building an aura of formidable power.
"Cough, cough… Is that brat dead yet?"
One of the Soul Saints managed to climb out of the snow, coughing up blood from his lungs seared by the lightning, yet grinning victoriously. In his mind, Dai Yao's defeat was inevitable. Without the ability to use the True Body of the Clear Sky Hammer or his external spirit bone, Dai Yao was surely doomed.
The other two Soul Saints also peered anxiously through the lingering snow mist.
Gradually, the snow began to settle, revealing Dai Yao's figure, and their pupils constricted in horror. There stood Dai Yao, still poised in his charging stance, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth but showing no sign of weakness. His taut muscles and fierce gaze sent chills through the Soul Saints.
The fourth spirit ring glowed brightly, and another bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens, striking Dai Yao's right arm once again. The electricity coursed through his body, his muscles pulsing with energy as arcs of lightning coiled around his arm, each wave stronger than the last.
"This… how is this possible? He's barely scratched?" one of the Soul Saints murmured in disbelief.
"Wait, look! He's charging up again. Didn't they say his fourth spirit skill couldn't defend or move while charging? How did he block our attacks and keep charging?" Another Soul Saint, brow furrowed, observed Dai Yao's intensifying lightning aura. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.
"Dai Yao's a sworn enemy of Tang San, who would never lie to us. Which means… he's improved!" said the lead Soul Saint gravely. The terrifying power of Dai Yao's technique left him reeling. If the initial phase of this skill was already enough to block the three of them, how devastating would it be once fully charged?
Realizing this, the three Soul Saints felt as if they'd been struck by lightning themselves. They shivered, paralyzed by dread.
"At this point, we must stop his charge—even if it costs our lives. If we fail, we'll have to rely on the others' Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer to take him down," said the lead Soul Saint, glancing toward the two hundred disciples with a heavy heart.
Spirit power coursed through his body, and seven spirit rings materialized around him. As his seventh ring trembled, a pale glow emanated from it, and he coughed up blood.
"Even if it kills me, I must stop him!"
He clenched his teeth, his bloodshot eyes blazing with resolve. They'd already used their seventh spirit abilities once before, and forcing it again put an unbearable strain on their bodies. Any further would permanently sever their future path as Spirit Masters.
The other two Soul Saints followed suit, activating their True Bodies with renewed vigor as blood spattered onto the white snow.
"Seventh Spirit Ability, True Body of the Clear Sky Hammer!"
In unison, they roared, their hammers now as large as mountains, slamming down toward Dai Yao.
"Now you think to force your True Bodies? Too late!" Dai Yao sneered coldly. If they had done so earlier, his one-layered Thunder Eight Extremes Collapse might have fallen short. But now, with a second compression, he no longer feared their True Body forms.
"Thunder Eight Extremes Collapse!"
Boom!
A thunderous roar reverberated across the sky as lightning consumed the heavens, turning the entire landscape a dark, electric blue. When the light faded, the three Clear Sky Sect Soul Saints were covered in blood, resembling beaten, broken men.
They had been forced to use their True Bodies repeatedly to block Dai Yao's relentless onslaught, yet they'd barely scratched him. By the end, they were so exhausted that they couldn't even lift their arms, let alone activate their True Bodies.
Though their bodies were resilient due to their Clear Sky Hammer lineage, they'd reached their limits. Each of them now stood as little more than shattered remnants of their former strength, incapable of continuing the fight.
Blood dripped steadily from the trembling arms of the three Soul Saints, staining the pristine snow below. The three exchanged glances, and the despair in their eyes was unmistakable.
Repeatedly charging forward, only to be met with crushing defeat, had shattered even their iron-willed spirits. After seven failures, any hope of victory lay scattered like dust.
"Is this man... is there truly anyone who can defeat him?" muttered the lead Soul Saint, his gaze hollow as he looked up at Dai Yao atop the snowy peak, his voice steeped in despair.
Floating midair, Dai Yao's eight wings beat steadily, crackling with lightning as thunderous energy condensed around him, taking on the form of a massive lightning dragon. Beneath him, the peak of the mountain seemed to shrink, compressed under the sheer force of his spirit power, sending shards of rock and snow tumbling into an avalanche below. Dai Yao appeared invincible, like a war god impossible to behold.
Another Soul Saint gave a bitter smile as his mouth filled with the taste of blood.
"We can only place our hopes on the two hundred disciples…"
Above, Tang Xiao watched his heavily wounded comrades before turning his gaze to Dai Yao, whose energy continued to surge, his tiger-like eyes narrowing as his fists clenched involuntarily.
"What a terrifying spirit ability, continuously compressing his power and combining it with lightning. He's still only a Spirit King, yet he's capable of using techniques that even I must take seriously," Tang Xiao murmured, sensing that the final strike of Dai Yao's Thunder Eight Extremes Collapse was close to Titled Douluo level power.
"This boy is too dangerous. Such a gift at his age... he created a technique comparable to the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Today, no matter the cost, we must prevent him from leaving here alive!" Tang Xiao resolved firmly.
His hands, which were clasped behind him, subtly gestured, sending waves of soul power outward. A few elders who had been closely watching the battle looked up at Tang Xiao's signal, a cold chill running through them.
He was ordering them to surround Chrysanthemum Douluo and the other two Titled Douluo in secret! This decision meant exposing the full strength of the Clear Sky Sect.
After a brief pause, the three elders, still standing by the mountain gates, prepared to carry out Tang Xiao's command. In a flash, they positioned themselves behind the three Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall.
"Uncle!"
The two hundred disciples cried out in sorrow, the sight of their uncles' condition stirring their hearts and fueling their hatred for Dai Yao.
"Focus! Victory is within our reach!" Tang Long shouted.
The three uncles had chosen to endure such injuries to buy time for them to complete the Eighty-One Hammer Strikes of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. How could they allow their efforts to be in vain?
"For the honor of our uncles!" Tang Hu roared, his eyes red with fury as he locked his gaze onto Dai Yao.
"For the honor of our uncles!"
The two hundred disciples shouted in unison, their voices filled with rage, even causing the Titled Douluo present to shudder.
"If they win this fight, the Clear Sky Sect will unite stronger than ever. They'll become our Spirit Hall's greatest enemy," Chrysanthemum Douluo thought, his brow furrowed.
"Who will emerge victorious remains to be seen," replied Lingyuan Douluo, her eyes gleaming as she watched Dai Yao. His next attack had even surpassed her own ninth spirit skill; it was no small feat. Her gaze held nothing but admiration.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the other Titled Douluo couldn't help but smile as they looked at Dai Yao, now performing at a level that left no room for criticism—even the Supreme Pontiff herself would have to approve.
"Eighty-One Strikes!"
Finally, the two hundred disciples completed the intricate rotations of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique. Those who had finished first waited, holding their power back until the slower disciples completed their strikes. Now, atop the snow-covered mountain, two hundred dark whirlwinds had risen, filled with a terrifying power that even the Titled Douluo present instinctively backed away from.
"Swing the hammers!"
Tang Long's voice echoed as he strained, his arm muscles taut as he unleashed his Clear Sky Hammer. With his command, over two hundred Clear Sky Sect disciples swung in unison, sending a fearsome wave of energy toward Dai Yao, causing the air to moan under the weight of their combined force.
Two hundred powerful currents, infused with dark energy, shot forward like two hundred black dragons roaring toward Dai Yao.
"Seek vengeance? You're far from worthy!" Dai Yao roared, veins bulging on his forehead. His right arm, crackling with thick arcs of lightning, moved slowly forward. If not for his body's immunity to lightning, he would've been seared by the power he was wielding.
As he swung his right arm, even the air trembled. A massive, blue-violet thunder dragon surged forward, its jaws open, ready to clash head-on with the two hundred dark dragons.
All eyes were fixed on the battlefield, desperate to see who would emerge victorious.
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