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Tang Xiao and the four remaining elders erupted with a sky-piercing surge of black spirit power. In their hands, the **Clear Sky Hammers** expanded violently, swelling until they resembled five massive obsidian peaks. They swung down from different directions, targeting Ye Lan with a crushing force. The sheer air pressure from the assault pinned Ye Lan's frame, threatening to render him immobile.
Under the consciousness-accelerating effect of his **Golden Dragon Pupils**, Ye Lan watched the five blood-black hammers—each dozens of meters thick—descending toward him in slow motion. He immediately circulated his golden spirit power.
His sixth spirit ring pulsed with a blinding, blood-red light.
**"Spirit of Xuanwu—Turtle Soul!"**
A jet-black phantom of the Xuanwu (Black Tortoise) manifested around Ye Lan's body, his skin shimmering with a faint emerald-gold luster.
***CLANG!***
A sound like a divine bell tolling resonated between heaven and earth. At the epicenter of the five Clear Sky Hammers, there was only a burst of golden light—not a single drop of blood was spilled.
"How is this possible?! Our combined attack...?" Tang Xiao's palms split open, blood seeping from the skin. All five Titled Douluo felt a numbing shockwave travel up their arms, leaving their hands trembling uncontrollably.
Outside the Clear Sky School, the gathered soul masters and Ye Lan's followers stared in disbelief at the golden radiance holding firm amidst the five black mountains. This was the combined strike of five Titled Douluo from the world's number one sect, wielding the world's supreme tool martial soul.
As the echoes of the bell-like chime slowly faded, the golden light began to expand at an astronomical rate. Simultaneously, countless **Gold-Patterned Galaxy Sky-Reaching Vines** erupted from the mountain, tearing through the rock.
"Haven't you eaten?" Ye Lan asked tonelessly. "Use some actual strength."
As his voice carried across the battlefield, the expressions of Tang Xiao and the elders turned deathly grim.
The surrounding soul masters were horrified, not just by the Saint Son's defense, but by his sheer scale. Ye Lan had grown into a true thirteen-meter-tall giant—not through a mere Martial Soul Avatar possession, but a literal physical transformation.
At that moment, all of Ye Lan's spirit rings flared with eye-searing purple and blood-red light.
**Blue Silver Prophet, Life Sharing, Titan God Body, Titan Transformation, Grow Up Quickly, Blue Silver Sublimation, Spirit of Xuanwu—Turtle Soul,** and **Xuanwu God Body**—all activated at once!
The sixty-three **Gold-Patterned Galaxy Sky-Reaching Vines** instantly fused into twenty-one massive **Blue Silver Prophets**.
Under the combined buffs of the **Nature Domain, Life Sharing, I Want to Grow Up, Titan Transformation,** and **Blue Silver Sublimation**, these Blue Silver Prophets gained a health pool 257 times that of basic Blue Silver Grass—equivalent to the vitality of a Rank 91 Titled Douluo.
Because all "Battle Blue Silver Grass" had been converted into "Blue Silver Prophets," their size skyrocketed from 75 meters to 90 meters. Then, under the **Titan God Body** calculation, their size increased by another 89 times. With the additional 300% total size bonus from his other growth skills, the **Blue Silver God Titans** were now 360 times the size of the original prophets!
In an instant, the **Blue Silver God Titans** surged to a staggering height of **636 meters**!
There were twenty-one of them—twenty-one 636-meter-tall divine pillars of vegetation towering over the world.
At this scale, the **Blue Silver God Titans** were classified as having a "Pseudo-God Level" physique, granting them strength equal to 190% of their life force. Each titan now possessed the raw power of a Rank 93 Titled Douluo.
The passive effect of the **Xuanwu God Body** triggered, granting these titans the defensive capabilities of a Rank 93 Titled Douluo as well.
Through the stacking effect of **Life Sharing**, Ye Lan's own health pool instantly reached the level of a Rank 96 Titled Douluo. The **Titan God Body** converted that vitality into strength, granting him the power of a Rank 97 Titled Douluo. The **Xuanwu God Body** further boosted his defenses to the Rank 97 level.
The **Blue Silver Sublimation** domain damage activated, dealing 2% of a Rank 96's total health as damage every second to everyone in range. The active effect of the **Xuanwu God Body** kicked in, providing a further 70% damage reduction.
Finally, the external spirit bone, the **Water Dragon King's Claw**, boosted Ye Lan's attack power by 50%. The **100,000-year Titan Left Arm Bone** and the **Pseudo-God Level Water Dragon King Right Arm Bone** each doubled his arm strength, pushing his Rank 97 strength into the realm of a **Rank 98 Titled Douluo**!
Tang Xiao and the others had no idea what was happening inside Ye Lan's body. They were so focused on his growing form that they initially overlooked the **Blue Silver God Titan Xuanwus** looming behind them.
Tang Xiao suppressed the waves of dread in his heart. Seeing the terror in the elders' eyes, he shouted to encourage them: "It must be some kind of 'Invincible Golden Body' soul skill! Such skills can't be maintained indefinitely. Keep attacking!"
A second later, the percentage-based life drain of the **Blue Silver Sublimation** took effect.
Tang Xiao felt a sudden tightness in his chest, having lost roughly 0.5% of his total vitality. The elders, however, fared much worse. The Rank 94 Second Elder felt the metallic taste of blood in his throat, losing 3% of his life instantly. The other elders, at Ranks 91 and 92, suffered 5% to 6% vitality loss in a single heartbeat, feeling as though their chests had been struck by a sledgehammer.
Seeing the elders bleeding for no apparent reason, Tang Xiao roared, "Ye Lan! What have you done?!"
Before Ye Lan could respond, the elders let out muffled groans and spat out more blood. Tang Xiao's pupils shook with realization.
"That... what is that?!" The Second Elder pointed toward the sky, his voice trembling.
The Clear Sky Hammers had been so massive that they had blocked the elders' upward vision. Only now, as they lowered their weapons, did they look at the heavens. Above them, twenty-one golden-patterned vines, each over 600 meters tall, blotted out the sun.
The Rank 91 Fifth Elder snapped. "This has to be an illusion! It's fake!"
His ninth black spirit ring ignited instantly. His Clear Sky Hammer erupted with a sky-shaking momentum, the power of his ultimate soul skill reaching a terrifying peak.
He slammed the hammer into one of the sky-reaching vines. Ignoring the blood bursting from his palms, he grinned manically, waiting for the vine to shatter.
Instead, the expressions of the five elders froze. The **Gold-Patterned Galaxy Sky-Reaching Vine** remained completely unscathed.
Golden Crocodile Douluo burst into laughter. "Hahaha! As expected of our Spirit Hall's Saint Son! The Clear Sky School is truly a joke! A Titled Elder can't even match a single blade of Xiao Lan's grass!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin watched with shock. "Xiao Lan... you've grown too fast. In the blink of an eye, you've surpassed even your Grandpa Sword."
"Hahahaha! That's my granddaughter's future husband! With a son-in-law like this, where can he not go under the heavens?!" Dugu Bo laughed heartily.
Yu Yuanzhen clutched his chest, cold sweat pouring down his face as he imagined what could have been. *Yu Xiaogang! That fool almost led the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to ruin! Thank god Yu Luomian had the foresight to kick him out of the genealogy and castrate him, otherwise, our clan would be the next Clear Sky School.* He resolved to tell Yu Tianheng to stay absolutely humble within the Saint Temple.
The leaders of the four single-attribute clans looked upon Ye Lan's radiant figure and the world-shaking vines with pure worship. Meanwhile, most of the Heaven Dou soul masters looked on with envy—why weren't they the ones serving the Saint Son?
Ye Lan's followers began to chant his title, their voices rising in a deafening crescendo.
"Azure Emperor!"
"Azure Emperor!"
"Azure Emperor!"
Countless commoners of Heaven Dou, seeing the hundred-meter-tall vines, knelt in the dirt. In their eyes, Ye Lan was no longer a man; he was a living, breathing god.
The five Titled Douluo facing Ye Lan didn't even have time for silence before **Blue Silver Sublimation** pulsed again.
***Pfft!***
The weakest, the Fifth Elder, was now moderately injured. Tang Xiao realized the gravity of the situation. "Something is wrong! The Clear Sky School is at its moment of life and death! Disregard the cost! We must use our strongest power. If we can make him spit blood, we win!"
"Combined Soul Skill: Hammer Shakes the Heavens!"
The five men raised their hammers to the sky simultaneously. Five pillars of black light fused into a single massive beam. A blood-red pentagram array formed with Ye Lan at its center.
Five mountain-sized hammers began to swing at Ye Lan in a frenzied blur.
**"Stormy Oue-Manteau Dance!"**
Under the blood-red array, Ye Lan appeared trapped in a world of crimson, unable to move. Yet, his expression remained indifferent. In his fully buffed state, these hammer strikes—each capable of causing localized storms—felt like nothing more than a light massage.
As the assault continued, the emerald light on Ye Lan's body grew denser. The "Xuanwu Value" of his **Turtle Soul** stacked higher and higher, causing his physical and magical resistances to skyrocket. Combined with his 70% damage reduction, the damage from four of the elders was effectively zero. Only Tang Xiao could even register a "hit."
***Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!***
The bell-like tolls rang out continuously. The spectators watched in awe as five Titled Douluo surrounded a giant golden-haired man, hammering away with all their might. Yet, the man didn't even flinch. It looked like children hitting a statue with balloon toy hammers.
In their excitement to land hits, the elders forgot their own injuries. After ten seconds, the Fifth Elder's vision blurred. He gasped for air, his swings becoming mechanical and weak. Twenty seconds in, the tolling grew sparse. One by one, the elders began to succumb to the life-drain of the **Blue Silver Sublimation**.
Tang Xiao's eyes bled as he watched his lifelong comrades drop. "Second Elder! Hold on! The Stormy Dance is about to reach its peak!"
By the twenty-fifth second, the Second Elder's vitality had plummeted by 75%.
Finally, Ye Lan spoke. "Are you done playing blacksmith?"
The **Blue Silver Sublimation** triggered a massive burst of damage, instantly dealing 50% of a Rank 96's health pool. The Second Elder's heart exploded. He sprayed blood from every orifice and died on the spot.
"Second Elder!!!"
Tang Xiao coughed up a huge amount of blood. Rage flooded his brain. "Stormy Dance Peak! Great Sumeru Hammer! **Shatter the Rings!**"
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—all nine of his spirit rings exploded. The massive influx of energy pushed Tang Xiao's strength to the peak of a Rank 98 Titled Douluo, just a hair's breadth away from Rank 99.
"This is the combined strength of all the Clear Sky elders! Ye Lan, DIE!"
A hurricane of energy ground the surrounding rocks into dust. The air pressure locked Ye Lan in place. Ye Lan, glowing with emerald-gold light, let his hair fly in the wind. His Xuanwu stacks were full, his defense now comparable to a Rank 98 Peak Douluo. With his massive damage reduction, even Tang Xiao's ultimate strike could only deal the damage of a Rank 96.
Faced with this, Ye Lan finally summoned his **Ancient Beast's Touch**. Due to his giant size, these pitch-black tentacles were now thirty meters long.
**"Blood Armor!"**
The eight tentacles shimmered with blood-red light, their defense increasing further. The giant Clear Sky Hammer slammed into the tentacles like a toy hitting a reinforced shield.
Tang Xiao, having sacrificed the lives of four elders for this strike, stared at Ye Lan, desperate to see even a scratch. Instead, he saw eight perfectly intact tentacles. His pupils went dull.
"Impossible... impossible... The Clear Sky Hammer cannot be this weak!"
The reality of the failed ring-shattering strike caused Tang Xiao's strength to vanish, leaving him slumped on his knees. He looked up at the golden-haired god and the dancing black tentacles as if looking at a demon king.
"Since you've had your fun, it's my turn," Ye Lan said.
**"Swaying Fist!"**
The Turtle Spirit shifted into the Snake Spirit. A giant phantom of a green python flashed over Ye Lan's right fist as he punched the despairing Tang Xiao. Even at full health, Tang Xiao wouldn't have survived this. The punch obliterated him and the mountain peak beneath him into a valley of rubble. The Sect Master and the four elders were ground into dust, their bodies unrecoverable.
The impact was like a massive earthquake. People stumbled, trying to keep their footing. Before the crowd could even process the destruction, a path opened in the center of the throng. A squad of Douluo warriors dragged a disheveled, obese middle-aged man forward.
The man was screaming, "Let me go! Do you know who I am?! I am an elder of the Clear Sky School! If you don't release me, my sect will destroy you all!"
The surrounding soul masters looked at the man with pure contempt. *A Clear Sky remnant still living in the glory of the past? Don't you know your five Titled Douluo were just wiped out?*
This man was Tang Wei, who five years ago had committed a massacre and boasted that Spirit Hall was destined for destruction. As the guards brought him closer to the inner circle, his arrogant gaze turned to panic. He saw the famous Titled Douluo of the continent standing there, and then he looked up.
One of the five highest peaks of the Clear Sky School was now a flat valley of stones. Seeing Ye Lan's titanic form, Tang Wei's legs gave out, and a yellow puddle formed beneath him.
Then came the final nightmare. The twenty-one 600-meter-tall titans began to smash the remaining peaks of the Clear Sky mountain range.
***THUD! THUD! THUD! BOOM!***
Each strike of the vines felt like a hammer hitting Tang Wei's heart. Rock and corpses were flung high into the air, only to be ground back into the rubble by the next vine. For over an hour, Ye Lan unleashed his fury. The thousand-meter-tall mountains were leveled until they were only three hundred meters high. All the buildings and every member of the Tang bloodline were buried forever.
Tang Wei watched his world vanish. His heart felt pierced by ten thousand needles. The prophecy of Spirit Hall's destruction was a dream; the annihilation of his sect was the reality.
Ye Lan's orange-gold dragon pupils locked onto him.
**"Death Ray!"**
A massive beam of light vaporized Tang Wei instantly.
Ye Lan deactivated his skills, returning to his original form. Looking at the flat, grey wasteland, a bottle of wine appeared in his hand. He poured it onto the ground.
"This cup is for the warriors who died in the Heaven Dou Rebellion."
"This cup is for Zhao Wuji."
"This cup is for Fuzu Village."
"This cup is for my parents!"
"Father, mother! The Clear Sky School is destroyed. Aside from Tang Hao and his son, the Tang bloodline is gone. In a few years, I will finish the job."
He drank the remaining wine in one gulp.
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Within days, the news that the Saint Son of Spirit Hall had wiped out the world's number one sect single-handedly swept across the Douluo Continent like a storm. No one could believe a person could grow from a Soul Ancestor to a Sect-Destroyer in just five years. The Heaven Dou Empire immediately ceased all opposition to Spirit Hall becoming the National Religion.
Discussions raged about who was stronger: Ye Lan or Gu Yuena, the Young Sect Master of the Myriad Beast Sect. Furthermore, with Ye Lan's status as the Head of the Saint Temple, the upcoming "Ten Great Knights" selection tournament became the focus of the entire continent. Everyone knew that Ye Lan was destined to be the First Knight of the Temple.
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At the same time, in a mysterious sea, a giant sailing ship drifted across the blue expanse. Two figures in black clutched their hearts in agony, their eyes blood-red as they collapsed to the deck, gasping for air.
The pain was unbearable!
"YE LAN!!!" Tang Hao roared at the sky.
Beside him, Xiao Wu cried as she held the writhing Tang San. "Third Brother! What's wrong?!"
"Little San?! Idol?! What happened?!" Yu Xiaogang cried out in an effeminate, shrill voice, his fingers pinched in a panicked gesture.
After a long time, Tang San, his face covered in tears, hugged Tang Hao and Xiao Wu. "Father! I'm sorry!"
Tang Hao suppressed his roar and looked toward the mainland with a sense of utter loss. "Brother... when I return, I will avenge you!" He gripped Tang San's arm. "You must become a god! You must rebuild the Clear Sky School! Otherwise, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"
Tang San nodded frantically, biting his lip until it bled. He hadn't controlled his killing intent, and now he had caused this. He swore he would never provoke Ye Lan again until he achieved Godhood.
Ma Hongjun watched the maddened father and son, unsure of what to say. He secretly regretted coming to Sea God Island. *Ye Lan is like a god descended to earth. Can we really provoke someone like that?*
Oscar silently ate his sausages, thinking only of Tang San becoming a god. *If he becomes a god, can he help me take Rongrong back?* He quickly offered some sausages to Tang Hao. "Third Brother, Hao Tian Douluo, these can recover vitality and mental strength. Please eat."
Tang Hao stuffed the sausages into his mouth and looked at the looming island in the distance. "Yu Xiaogang, is that Sea God Island?"
"Yes, Idol! That is the legendary Sea God Island!" Yu Xiaogang smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.
Tang Hao patted Tang San's shoulder. "Little San, you stay and train. I am alone now. I am going back to the mainland to take revenge for our sect! Three years ago, Yuehua sacrificed herself for the sect. I watched her be beheaded. For you and the sect, I endured the shame. Now, my sect, Ah Yin, and Yuehua are all gone. Your mission is to become a god. My mission is revenge!"
Tang San cried, "Father, take care! Wait for the day I become a god!"
"Don't worry. I have nothing left to lose. They won't catch me." Tang Hao flew off toward the mainland.
Days later, Tang Hao reached the coast. He heard low-level soul masters talking. "The Saint Son is too scary! He turned the Clear Sky mountains into a flat plain!"
Tang Hao stumbled, his heart taking another massive blow. "Impossible!" He summoned his hammer and crushed the speakers into meat paste, then raced toward the sect ruins. He hoped some of his kinsmen had escaped.
But when he reached the site, the villages were gone. He looked at the 300-meter-high grey wasteland where the mountains used to be.
"Gone... everything is gone..." Tang Hao collapsed, laughing and crying hysterically. "YE LAN! SPIRIT HALL! I WANT YOU ALL DEAD!"
His hair disheveled and eyes bloodshot, Tang Hao flew toward the nearest town. The people there bowed, sensing a Titled Douluo. Outside the Spirit Hall sub-branch, children and commoners were gathered for their awakening ceremony.
Suddenly, a roar shook the sky: "SPIRIT HALL, DIE!"
A hundred-meter-long black mountain-hammer slammed into the building, burying everyone in a deep crater. Within seconds, the screaming stopped. Soul masters who dared to look up saw only a field of flesh and blood.
(End of Chapter)