fantasy novels Chapter 13 The Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect Go to War
Chapter 13 The Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect Go to War
The next morning, at the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, five figures were meditating and resting under a large tree to recover their soul power.
These five figures were none other than Tang Hao and his companions, who had returned from the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Tang Hao, who had rested, was the first to open his eyes. He was looking up at the east, which was the direction of the Haotian Sect.
For some reason, a strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart, as if he was about to lose something important.
"Brother, we have to go back quickly." Tang Hao shouted urgently to Tang Xiao beside him, "I have a feeling... something has happened to the sect."
At this moment, Tang Xiao also opened his eyes. Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang Xiao actually felt the same way.
Upon returning to the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, he felt a strange palpitation. The intuition of a Title Douluo is never without reason.
"Go! Full speed back!"
Upon hearing Tang Xiao's words, the others also opened their eyes and gave up meditating.
The five of them then stopped and transformed into streaks of light, soaring into the sky and speeding towards the Haotian Sect.
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Late at night, within the Haotian Sect, streaks of blue light rose, signaling the activation of the sect's protective formation.
Outside the sect.
Three terrifying auras had already descended outside the door.
Level 94, Agility-based Title Douluo—Ghost, Title—Ghost.
Level 94, a powerful attack-type titled Douluo—Chrysanthemum Pass, titled—Chrysanthemum.
Level 92, a powerful attack-type titled Douluo—Xiong Chuan, titled—Demon Bear.
Three Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall stood in mid-air, and behind them stood hundreds of Soul Masters.
"Spirit Hall, do you want to start a war?!" Tang Kun led the hall masters of each hall into the air, his face ashen.
When the Min clan first sent the intelligence, Tang Kun was very puzzled. They and the Spirit Hall had always kept to themselves, so why would they bring a large number of people to attack the Clear Sky Sect?
Chrysanthemum Pass sneered: "Hand over that 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast, and you can avoid the annihilation of your sect."
"Chrysanthemum Pass, what do you mean by this?" Tang Kun took a step forward, and nine spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—slowly appeared from the soles of his feet, unleashing the full power of a level 91 Title Douluo.
"A 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast?"
"Hmph, if you want to attack my sect while the other Title Douluos are away, just say so. There's no need to fabricate such a ridiculous lie," Tang Kun said disdainfully.
"Hmph! Still playing dumb?" Juhua Guan roared.
"Do you really not know who Tang Hao's wife, that woman named A Yin, is?"
These words caused a stir within the Haotian Sect's camp.
Ah Yin is a soul beast in human form? How is that possible?
Tang Kun was greatly alarmed, but he remained outwardly calm and said:
"Do you think all the Title Douluos of my Clear Sky Sect are blind and can't see the transformation of a 100,000-year-old soul beast?"
"Haha." Hearing Tang Kun's words, Juhua Pass laughed instead of getting angry, "As expected of a bunch of martial arts practitioners."
"Don't you know that once a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast cultivates to the Soul Saint realm, its soul beast aura will automatically conceal itself, making it undetectable by ordinary Title Douluos?"
"As long as your Haotian Sect hands over that woman, my Spirit Hall will naturally have a way to make her reveal her true form." Chrysanthemum Pass said the last sentence with a commanding tone.
"snort!"
"If you say we have to hand over the person, then what about the dignity of my Haotian Sect?"
"Does your Spirit Hall think too highly of itself, or do you look down on our Clear Sky Sect?" Tang Kun said angrily. If it weren't for stalling for time, he would have smashed it with his hammer long ago.
"Besides, what business is it of yours whether Ah Yin is a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form? Do you think all the soul beasts on the continent belong to your Spirit Hall?"
"That's right!"
"All the spirit beasts on the continent belong to my Spirit Hall!"
A majestic voice came from the rear of the Spirit Hall's ranks.
A figure stepped into the air, committing evil deeds as if walking through the void.
He looked to be in his early thirties, with a handsome face, long golden hair cascading down his shoulders, and an immaculate golden papal robe.
Most striking are the six golden wings behind him, which gleam in the moonlight.
"Qian Xunji!" Tang Kun said with a solemn expression, his heart sinking to the bottom. It seemed that this battle was unavoidable.
"Hand over that 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast, or... today, the Haotian Sect will be stained with blood."
Qian Xunji's voice was like a judgment. After he finished speaking, a powerful pressure emanated from his body, and nine spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—slowly appeared from the soles of his feet.
"How dare you!" Tang Kun roared, pointing his Haotian Hammer at Qian Xunji in the air.
"Since its founding a thousand years ago, the Haotian Sect has never feared anyone!"
"As the wife of Tang Hao of my Haotian Sect, Ah Yin should naturally be a member of our Haotian Sect."
"Those who want to harm the wives and children of my disciples will have to step over our dead bodies first!"
"Step over my dead body!" Hundreds of Haotian Sect disciples roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
At this moment, the disciples of Haotian Sect truly displayed the aura and spirit unique to the number one sect in the world.
Qian Xunji looked at the formation below, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.
"Stubborn and obstinate."
He slowly raised his hand, and the six wings behind him shone brightly.
"All members of the Spirit Hall, heed my command—"
"Break through the Haotian Sect, capture the 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast alive, and those who resist... will be killed without mercy!"
"kill--!"
Hundreds of Spirit Hall Soul Masters simultaneously unleashed their Soul Skills, and multicolored lights rained down on the sect's protective formation.
A great battle erupted instantly!
The sect's protective formation trembled violently under the relentless bombardment of hundreds of soul masters, and ripples spread across the surface of the pale blue light shield.
"Maintain the formation!" Tang Kun roared, taking the lead in injecting his soul power into the formation.
Other sect disciples followed closely behind, their immense soul power instantly surging into the sect's protective formation.
The light shield stabilized again, becoming even more solid than before.
However, even the strongest fists can't fight against a multitude of hands. At this moment, the Clear Sky Sect's strength was simply no match for the Spirit Hall's fierce offensive.
The protective formation that had just been consolidated began to vibrate again.
"Give up your futile resistance and accept the judgment of the angels!"
Just then, Qian Xunji suddenly moved.
His six wings flapped simultaneously, the holy sword was raised high above his head, and the phantom of the six-winged angel behind him instantly solidified, the angelic holy sword shining brightly.
"Angels! Judgment!"
A colossal holy sword, seemingly capable of purifying all evil in the world, tore through the heavens, carrying the power of divine judgment, and cleaved towards the protective array of the Haotian Sect.
The giant sword fell.
The protective array could no longer withstand the strain, and countless fine cracks appeared on the blue light shield.
After half an incense stick's time—
boom!
Like the sound of shattering glass, the protective formation of the sect was broken.
The Haotian Sect's proud protective formation was thus broken.
"Charge in!" Qianxun gave the order.
The Spirit Hall's Soul Masters surged into the Clear Sky Sect like a tidal wave.
But just then, a sigh came from deep within the sect.
The sigh was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful pressure surged into the sky from within the Haotian Sect Master's Mansion!
"Who dares to offend my Haotian Sect?"
The voice was old, yet it contained supreme majesty.
Qian Xunji's expression changed slightly as he looked towards the inner courtyard of the Haotian Sect.
A figure appeared, stepping through the air, and with each step, ripples spread across the space beneath its feet.
He was an elderly man who looked to be over sixty years old, with white hair and beard, and his face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Tang Xiao.
He wore simple gray cloth clothes and carried no weapon, but his eyes—like a sleeping lion awakening, looked down upon the world with disdain.
At the same time, nine spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—slowly appeared beneath his feet.