Dugu Feng's sharp intuition immediately caught the subtle shift in Ning Fengzhi's tone.
So, the Sect Master of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect isn't as calm as he sounds.
Ning Fengzhi wanted the Clear Sky Sect to be strong but not this strong!
Four newly ascended Titled Douluo. This news was enough to shake the continent.
Even Dugu Shuo, standing in front of his son, felt his heart tremble.
The lie my son made up… actually became true.
The Clear Sky Clanreally had been silently growing in strength all these years, hidden away from the world and now, four more Titled Douluo had emerged.
If it hadn't been for Dugu Feng's previous maneuvers forcing them into the open, no one would have realized that the supposedly reclusive Clear Sky Clan had become so powerful.
Now that their power was revealed, even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would have to tread carefully around them.
Dugu Shuo sighed inwardly. The Dugu Clan still has a long road ahead if we wish to rise among the Upper Three Sects.
Their heritage was far too deep to match...atleast for now.
Suddenly —
Boom!
A thunderous explosion rolled through the mountains ahead, the sound so violent that Dugu Feng's eardrums rang painfully.
Yes, that's it! Fight! Fight until the heavens shake!
Excitement surged through him.
Before them, at the foot of the Clear Sky Clan's mountain range, light flooded the sky...yellow, purple, black, and red spirit rings shone brilliantly, painting the heavens in dazzling hues.
The world itself seemed to change color.
Massive Clear Sky Hammers, each over a hundred meters long and veined with crimson patterns, swung wildly across the sky, shaking the air.
Opposite them, a colossal phantom spider loomed — radiant in blinding violet, its countless legs blotting out the sun.
Each collision between hammer and spider sent rippling shockwaves through the sky, the sheer power making even distant spectators like Dugu Feng and the others pale.
This is a battle between gods!
As they drew closer, two figures blocked their way — Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
"Ning Sect Master," said Chrysanthemum Douluo coldly, "you'd best not take another step. His Holiness the Pope is engaged in battle with Tang Hao. If you move closer, you will be treated as enemies of Spirit Hall and we will be forced to act accordingly."
Sword Douluo was already present, his expression grim but unmoving.
Behind Chrysanthemum and Ghost stood four more Titled Douluo, forming an impenetrable wall of power.
Ning Fengzhi's face darkened slightly; their words were sharp and without courtesy.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both tensed, their gazes hardening.
But Ning Fengzhi merely lifted his hand, signaling them to stop.
He wasn't angry.
The truth was, he too felt slighted.
The Clear Sky Clan had hidden their resurgence even from him!
He had only learned of their true strength after the rumors spread across the continent and he personally reached out to confirm them.
So no, he had no intention of helping Tang Hao.
He was here to watch — and to make his position known.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will not interfere in the grievances between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Clan," Ning Fengzhi said mildly. "But your conflict has already caused unrest across the continent. I merely hope both sides can resolve this swiftly and restore peace to the realm."
His voice was gentle, his tone that of a peacemaker but everyone present knew it was diplomacy, not sincerity.
Ghost Douluo snorted coldly. "Peace? My Spirit Hall's nine branch halls were destroyed overnight! Over five hundred of our soul masters dead! All dead by Tang Hao's hand! If Tang Hao is not eradicated, there will be no peace on this continent!"
The four Titled Douluo behind him burned with fury. Tang Hao had truly enraged the Spirit Hall this time.
Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward, voice calm but chilling. "And don't forget — Tang Hao murdered the previous Pope. My Spirit Hall spared the Clear Sky Clan out of respect for their seclusion. But Tang Hao has returned, skulking in the shadows, plotting once more against His Holiness.
We will not forgive this. Tang Hao must pay the price!"
At last, Dugu Feng and the others understood why this battle had erupted.
Tang Hao had infiltrated Spirit Hall's encirclement — and been caught.
What was he thinking?
Did he actually come here to kill Bibi Dong?
The Clear Sky Clan couldn't match Spirit Hall's might , not considering the worshipers of the Elder Hall!
So what could Tang Hao possibly hope to achieve?
At the heart of the battlefield—
"Tang Hao! You dare strike from the shadows again? Do you wish to relive what happened to my teacher more than ten years ago? You overestimate yourself!"
Bibi Dong's cold laughter cut through the chaos.
She stood at the forefront, her army of Titled Douluo having sealed off the mountains of the Clear Sky Sect.
But she had not yet launched a full assault.
Her intention was containment, not destruction — at least, not yet.
Then came the news: nine Spirit Hall branches annihilated overnight.
The weapon that struck them down — a massive black hammer.
Who else could it have been?
Tang Hao.
Her rage ignited instantly.
And to add insult to injury, the man himself had dared to infiltrate her lines, creeping closer under cover.
His intent was obvious! He was her for assassination.
But Bibi Dong's spiritual power was monstrous.
With a spiritual bone that amplified her mind, her senses stretched far and wide.
She'd already been on alert — so the instant Tang Hao drew near, she found him.
The result was inevitable.
Heaven clashed with hell.
Lightning split the sky.
And the two strongest beings of their era finally met head-on.
To Bibi Dong, Tang Hao had always been her shadow — the rival she would one day have to defeat to ascend.
If she couldn't overcome Tang Hao, how could she ever hope to become a god?
Thus, she ordered her subordinates to stand down.
This fight was hers alone.
"Bibi Dong!" Tang Hao's roar shook the heavens. "Your teacher slaughtered my wife! And now your Spirit Hall dares to seize her remains and her spirit bone? Return Ah Yin to me! Return my soul bone!"
The Clear Sky Hammer fell like a mountain, smashing through the purple divine radiance before her.
The air screamed under the force of the blow.
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed, her body trembling as she was forced back several hundred meters.
Who took his wife's remains? she thought furiously. Who took his soul bone?
She had no idea what he was talking about but it didn't matter.
"Enough of your slander, Tang Hao! Whatever your reasons, today you die here!"
Her eyes turned cold as she raised both arms.
They shimmered, becoming translucent — and from them, two enormous scythe blades emerged.
Violet energy surged, coalescing into twin blades dozens of meters long, radiant and deadly, like the scythes of death itself.
They cleaved through the air, meeting Tang Hao's hammer head-on.
The collision was thunder incarnate.
Tang Hao's brute power was overwhelming soBibi Dong had to exert every ounce of strength to resist.
And as she fought, she sensed it — the greatest difference between them.
Aura.
Both wielded domains — the Killing God Domain.
But Bibi Dong knew all too well: at their level, aura was power.
A domain was nothing less than the expression of one's will.
And Tang Hao's aura… was the very embodiment of dominance — wild, unyielding, and utterly unbreakable!