Some of the lower-ranked Titled Douluo were already trembling. They realized that they could not suppress the instinctive terror in their hearts when facing the God of Destiny.
Especially after seeing so many Soul Saints and Soul Douluo swept away so effortlessly!
They were evil soul masters—cultivators who had clawed their way up to this level of power with immense difficulty. They had yet to taste the feeling of ruling the world, of standing above all others, free to take what they desired. They didn't want to die. No!
But the very moment such thoughts surfaced in their minds, their will to fight completely collapsed.
Zhongli Wu could feel the state of his people, and he roared in fury:
"Cowards! Just a few brats and you're already scared out of your wits? Is this what passes for the bearing of Elders of the Holy Spirit Cult?"
"But Cult Master, that man—"
"No buts!" Zhongli Wu cut them off angrily.
At that moment, the gaze of the God of Destiny fell upon him.
Zhongli Wu immediately felt as if a heavy stone had pressed down upon his chest, leaving him unable to breathe comfortably. Meeting those calm, detached eyes, he barked at his subordinates in desperation:
"If you don't get rid of him, all of you will die here! What are you waiting for!?"
His words managed to snap many of them back to their senses, and they charged at the God of Destiny with renewed resolve.
Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen cried out in panic:
"Shengyu, Qingtong, be careful!"
But the God of Destiny, carrying the consciousness of both Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong, only shook his head gently and said to them:
"It's fine. It makes no difference."
As his words fell, Zhongli Wu and the other Titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult suddenly found themselves enveloped in a realm of whirling sand and dust. The four Immortal Execution Swords had appeared silently at the cardinal directions, forming the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
Even Zhongli Wu hadn't noticed when the formation had been set up.
He quickly realized this was a domain-type soul skill, but at the same time, he was utterly shaken. They were clearly already within the domain of a martial soul fusion skill, so how could another domain have manifested inside it?
A domain within a domain?
How could that even be possible!?
And yet, that was not all. Not long after the sandstorm arose, a dreadful blizzard swept through the sword formation. Every snowflake was like a razor-sharp carving knife, slicing through the Holy Spirit Cult members trapped inside.
Frozen Heaven, Snow Dance Radiance!
This was Frozen Heaven, the ability Jiang Shengyu had recently learned from the Snow Empress—and now unleashed here.
Though performed with a level 98 cultivation, it could not compare to the Snow Empress's power within the Extreme North. Yet for Zhongli Wu and the others, it was already far beyond their comprehension. Another domain overlapped!
This made three domains in total!
Three domains layered atop one another—what kind of monstrosity was this!?
Blinded by the blizzard and sandstorm, Zhongli Wu and the others tried to escape from the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, but they were like headless flies. Even Zhongli Wu's spiritual sense was shredded beyond ten meters from his body by the formation's power.
None of them noticed the black-and-white lotus blossoms drifting into the formation—growing more and more numerous.
Behind them, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen stood frozen in shock. Never had they imagined that a group of Titled Douluo—including even level 97 and level 98 super Douluo—could be toyed with like this!
Could even an Ultimate Douluo accomplish such a feat?
They didn't know. But they knew that Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong had done it.
Once-mighty Titled Douluo were now reduced to playthings, their bodies sliced apart, their protective soul power shattered by exploding fire lotuses.
Zhongli Wu tried to rally his followers, but the deeper they went into the formation, the more they lost all sense of direction. Even their voices could not carry to one another, let alone allow for coordination.
The God of Destiny raised a hand, condensing frost into a crystalline longsword. A chilling, razor-sharp aura of ultimate ice surged forth.
The Ephemeral Sword took form. In a flash, he appeared before Zhongli Wu, thrusting the blade forward.
Sensing imminent death, Zhongli Wu hastily summoned his Death God Puppet to block. The clash forced him backward, but an exploding fire lotus behind him hurled him forward again.
The God of Destiny swung his sword in a horizontal slash, murmuring softly:
"Illuminate All Rivers."
The sword light cut through all obstruction!
It seemed to pierce through space itself, appearing instantly before Zhongli Wu. He tried to shield himself with the Death God Puppet, but the construct was cleaved in half, the sword's momentum undiminished.
The sword's aura blasted away sand and snow alike, allowing Zhongli Wu to glimpse another Titled Douluo within the formation. Without hesitation, he seized the man and injected his own soul power into him, forcibly destabilizing his soul core, and hurled him toward the oncoming sword light.
"Cult Master! Why would you do this to me!? Cult Master! Zhongli Wu!!!"
The man's soul core shattered, his energy erupting chaotically. His body swelled like an overinflated balloon before colliding with the sword light.
In an instant, he was frozen solid by Illuminate All Rivers, then exploded violently.
The combined detonation of a level 90+ Titled Douluo and ultimate ice power leveled the storm and sand around them, giving the others trapped inside the sword formation a clear view of the scene.
Their faces instantly twisted with terror.
Someone roared in outrage:
"Zhongli Wu! You dare betray us!!"
The Holy Spirit Cult was made up of evil soul masters bound only by profit. They followed Zhongli Wu because he and Ye Xishui promised them greater benefits. But now that he had sacrificed one of them for his own survival, there was no reason left to recognize him as their leader.
Among evil soul masters, bound by greed alone, there was no such thing as loyalty.
Even Feng Ling, witnessing this, instinctively backed away, putting distance between herself and Zhongli Wu.
Seeing this, Zhongli Wu's heart sank. He glared furiously at the God of Destiny, shouting:
"You planned this!"
The sand and snow he had failed to dispel before were conveniently blown away by the explosion. To say the God of Destiny hadn't orchestrated this? He would never believe it.
The God of Destiny gazed at him and said calmly:
"I did not force you to throw your subordinate into the attack. That was your own choice."
"Bastard!" Zhongli Wu cursed, turning toward the other Titled Douluo. But the moment they saw his eyes on them, they all retreated further away.
Their reaction left Zhongli Wu seething with frustration.
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