Chapter 321 – Yu Yuanzhen's Sudden Death
Yu Yuanzhen turned his head in panic, only to find that Chrysanthemum and Ghost had already flanked him left and right, boxing him in. Just as he was about to retreat, Chrysanthemum Douluo revealed a strange smile.
"What's this, still trying to leave?"
"Polar Stillness Domain."
The voices of Chrysanthemum and Ghost overlapped in Yu Yuanzhen's ears, making his very soul shiver.
"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"
"That's right—but you realized it far too late."
In an instant, the powers of Chrysanthemum and Ghost collided violently!
White light turned into countless chains, wrapping around every inch of space; black mist condensed into a liquid dark river, devouring all sound.
At the center of the domain, an invisible ripple spread outward. Everything seemed to freeze—even the dust and fallen leaves stirred up by their battle were suspended mid-air. The eighteen soul rings between the two of them spread out, anchoring the semi-circular barrier and stabilizing this enclosed space.
Yu Yuanzhen was horrified to discover that he could no longer communicate with his own soul rings, making it impossible to release soul skills. Even his movements grew unbearably sluggish, as though a mountain a hundred meters tall was pressing down on him, crushing the breath from his lungs.
"Damn it, a domain-type Martial Soul Fusion Skill… this is troublesome."
As the master of a great clan, Yu Yuanzhen had seen much. Though it was his first time encountering the fusion skill of Chrysanthemum and Ghost, he instantly understood its nature.
But recognizing it was one thing—breaking free was another. At his current level, he simply couldn't escape the combined fusion skill of two Super Douluo. All he could do was stare at the two of them, helpless and conflicted.
"Haha, old dragon, your death day has come."
"Lingyuan, Demon Bear—go ahead. This one won't be able to break free."
Outside the domain, the two immediately understood, smiles of triumph spreading across their faces.
"Well then, Sect Master Yu, this is where we part forever."
Lingyuan cast a sultry glance at Yu Yuanzhen. Under his terrified gaze, she traced her finger across her red lips. As her finger lowered, clusters of flames gathered around her body, forming clouds that swelled larger and larger.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Firecloud Peerless."
Meanwhile, Demon Bear Douluo wasn't idle. He unleashed his only ranged attack:
"Eighth Soul Skill—Demon Bear Meteor Fall."
The two struck simultaneously. Countless massive boulders rained down from the sky, wrapped in endless flames, crashing toward Yu Yuanzhen, who could barely move inside the domain.
"Spirit Hall—you will not end well!!!"
Seeing the incoming attack, Chrysanthemum and Ghost immediately withdrew their domain and retreated, leaving Yu Yuanzhen trapped and roaring in fury. To be safe, they each added a follow-up strike.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Golden Stamen Radiance."
"Sixth Soul Skill—Phantoms of Wraiths."
Countless ghostly shadows and glowing petals shot into the descending flames and boulders, triggering a violent secondary explosion.
"This time, that old dragon should be beyond saving. Our mission is complete."
Chrysanthemum Douluo cast a glance at the others. They gave no comment, instead turning their eyes toward Ning Bei on the distant great tree.
At his slight nod, an ice butterfly formed in Ning Bei's hand, its wings fluttering as it flew down the mountain. This was the signal he had agreed upon with Purple.
At the mountain gate, Purple waited with dozens of Soul Saints and Soul Douluo, eyes fixed anxiously uphill. Because Ning Bei had sealed off the area with a special method, they had no idea how the battle at the summit was going.
At last, after endless anticipation, the icy butterfly descended before them and stopped. Purple smiled faintly and waved his hand to the team behind him.
"Move out. Leave none alive."
"Yes!"
Swish—Swish—Swish!
At his command, all the gathered soul masters scattered toward their assigned areas. The slaughter was about to begin.
Back at the summit, when the last embers faded, the four Titled Douluo slowly approached the impact site. There, lying on his back, was a charred figure. Without close inspection, one wouldn't recognize the pitiful form as Yu Yuanzhen, Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"Oh? Still alive, old dragon? You really are tenacious."
Though he still clung to a breath, he was as good as dead—completely without strength to resist.
"Sp… spare the sect…"
Yu Yuanzhen could no longer even form a complete sentence, a pitiful sight. But their mission allowed no room for mercy.
"Don't worry. Your clan will join you soon enough."
At last, Ghost acted decisively, ending the life of this renowned powerhouse.
"Young Master Ning?"
With the deed done, their gazes once again turned toward Ning Bei in the distance.
"They've already begun. You join as well. I'll be leaving now—there's no need for me to stay here."
"Yes, Young Master Ning."
At his order, the four vanished, joining the ongoing massacre. At last, light and sound stirred in the once silent Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
But that light came from burning sect buildings, and those sounds were the wails of its disciples.
A Soul Saint with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul blocked an attack from a black-clad assailant, roaring angrily:
"Who are you people, to dare attack the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!?"
Terror filled his eyes. So many enemies had infiltrated their stronghold unnoticed, and nearby came the agonized screams of familiar kin, making his heart wrench.
Yet no answer came—only fiercer attacks. Soon, besieged by another masked assailant, the Soul Saint died with hatred in his heart.
Scenes like this repeated throughout every corner of the sect. The weaker disciples weren't the first targets, yet they wept uncontrollably, calling for their elders, hoping for comfort.
But the only reply was more screams and the glow of endless explosions. When they stumbled upon the corpses of their clan's elders, their despair only deepened.
Hearing the disciples' cries, Yu Luomian rushed over, only to see the carnage before him. His eyes turned blood-red with rage.
"Damn you! No matter who you are, you will pay the price!"
With a furious dragon's roar, eight perfectly matched soul rings rose around him. Eyes blazing, he charged at two black-clad Soul Saints who were butchering disciples.
"Despicable scum—die!"
The two clearly noticed Yu Luomian's rage, but showed no panic. They didn't even bother to face him, casually swinging their blades toward their next victims.
Seeing this, Yu Luomian's fury only grew, and he unleashed his might with even greater force.
"Fifth Soul Skill—Thunderbolt Quadruple Strike!"
(End of Chapter)
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