"En…emy…attack…"
The shrill voice screamed out, ringing clearly through the still, silent night. It was so loud that nearly everyone could hear it.
Guido Weiss and his third brother Wilbur Weiss rushed out of the main hall and onto the plaza outside—but it was already too late…
In an instant, arrows rained from the sky.
Explosions from the fire element, piercing from the metal element, quaking from the earth element, chilling frost from the water element, life-sapping from the wood element, cutting gales from the wind element, and destructive shock from the lightning element—various elemental powers converged.
Especially the earth, wind, and lightning elements—they wreaked havoc on Chi Lin Mountain, which was only three to four hundred meters tall. The destruction they caused truly felt like an earthquake. Massive defensive structures and ancient wooden pavilions crumbled beneath the bombardment—pierced, crushed, blasted apart, collapsed—a scene of utter devastation.
"Who dares to attack our Demon Sheep Sect?!"
Roared Guido Weiss, a Level 77 Soul Sage and sect master of the Demon Sheep Sect.
"True Form of the Demon Sheep!"
A pitch-black mountain goat—ten meters tall and dozens of meters long, with a vertical eye on its forehead—manifested in mid-air. But there were too many arrows, and even it could not block them all.
After several waves of attacks, dust was blasted several meters high, rocks and debris flew everywhere, and buildings collapsed. While Soul Sages could still protect themselves, even Soul Emperors were in danger. Hundreds died, many in their sleep, and even more were buried under the rubble.
On the southern flank, nearly two-thirds of the low-ranked soul masters were wiped out in just three rounds of attacks. The eastern and western flanks were also affected, though the northern side, situated behind the mountain, fared better—hardly touched by the arrow storm.
The Demon Sheep Sect had arranged three lines of defense from the mountain gate to the main hall. Under normal circumstances, even if ambushed, they would have had time to react.
But no one expected this level of arrow storm coverage—no, it was more like a ballista barrage washing the earth.
Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Clouds was the secret technique of the Yang Clan, wielders of the Seven Absolute Bow—famed across the world. Depending on the number and types of attributes one possessed, each could split into a separate arrow, and they would continue to multiply by squares. For example, a Soul Emperor could fire 6×6×6... arrows.
A Soul Sage, with all seven elements, could endlessly split arrows. Each one packed power no weaker than a Soul Ancestor's attack, some even rivaling Soul Kings or Soul Emperors.
It was said that Titled Douluos who mastered this technique could truly unleash one into ten thousand. Just now, under the assistance of Ning Ze and Chen Jingyao, Yang Jingxue demonstrated exactly that.
The Seven Absolute Bow, the only bow-type Martial Soul among the top-grade Rank Nine Martial Souls, was terrifying beyond belief!
At the same time, countless shadowy figures surged forth like a tide from all directions. The sky echoed with wave after wave of battle cries and screams of the dying.
"Big brother, that's the Seven Absolute Bow… It's them! This doesn't look good!"
Wilbur Weiss's voice was filled with panic.
"Third brother, take the children and escape through the secret tunnel. Go! Now!"
"Guido Weiss! None of you are getting away!"
A thunderous bellow rang out, heavy and metallic, shaking the soul to its core.
A blazing crimson blade light slashed through the sky. The soul power it emitted stirred up intense restlessness and surging blood energy.
"Sixth Soul Skill – Dark Demon Horn!"
In full True Form, a giant demon sheep head over ten meters tall thrust its massive horn forward to meet the slash.
Clang!
Guido Weiss was knocked back, staggering several steps before he yelled,
"A Soul Douluo! That's the Blazing Demon Blade Martial Soul… You're from the Ximen Clan!"
"Ximen Rongcheng, Level 87 Soul Douluo."
The voice rang with authority as Ximen Rongcheng strode forward. Following behind him were Chen Xun, Chen Jingyao, Zhu Tianhao, and others. Ning Ze wasn't present—his identity made public appearances inconvenient.
"We only suggested a renegotiation for a higher share in Il City's Grand Douhun Arena. That was still negotiable. But you—you led a group to attack our sect!"
Guido Weiss was briefly stunned, then took a deep breath. As a sect master, he certainly knew who Ximen Rongcheng was.
"Some precedents cannot be set.
Some lines cannot be crossed.
And some people… must not be offended."
Ximen Rongcheng said coldly, looking down on him.
Just then, a colossal divine stele soared thousands of meters into the sky, blotting out the sun. The very air trembled under its pressure. An ancient voice echoed through the sky:
"Ninth Soul Skill – Heaven-Suppressing Stele Manifestation!"
Hundreds of smaller black steles broke off and descended from the sky. White inscriptions glowed on their surfaces, radiating profound energy. A massive black-and-white energy barrier enveloped the entire Chi Lin Mountain, even seeping into the ground below.
"Fang Yuan, you old scoundrel! You're wiping us out to the last root!"
Another elderly voice roared from the back mountain,
"If I die today, I'll still take one of your damn teeth with me!"
"Bartosh Weiss, anyone can talk big. Since you're still alive, you'll fall here today—with the rest of the Demon Sheep Sect!"
"Heaven-Suppressing Douluo—Fang Yuan!"
Guido Weiss growled, gritting his teeth.
"You'd best worry about yourself first!"
Ximen Rongcheng said disdainfully. Beneath his feet, eight soul rings glowed: two yellow, two purple, four black. In his hand was a sword—four feet of blade, one foot of hilt, entirely crimson. A flaming lotus was carved onto the blade, and cloud patterns adorned the hilt—majestic and domineering!
"Sixth Soul Skill – Dragon Flame Burst Strike!"
A fierce flaming dragon spiraled from his blade and surged toward Guido Weiss.
"Fifth Soul Skill – Earthquake!"
Guido Weiss roared in return. The ground around him trembled violently as countless stone spikes erupted, firing toward the dragon.
The Three-Eyed Demon Sheep had three attribute types: dark, earth, and spirit.
Boom! Boom!
A few seconds later, the flame dragon exploded into countless embers, igniting a raging blaze in a radius just over three meters around Guido Weiss.
With Ximen Rongcheng's strike, a full-scale battle between both forces erupted.
Elsewhere—on the eastern flank of the Demon Sheep Sect lay a small mountain pass. Beyond that, just over ten li (5 km) away, was the Star Luo Empire's main north-south highway. The Demon Sheep Sect had heavily invested in the frontier town near the road, second only to the main gate's defenses in importance.
Soaring in the sky was a massive eight-headed Fire Phoenix, twenty meters across—its main head and seven "fire orbs" made up its True Form: the Rainbow Phoenix. With extreme heat, violent fiery explosions, and one of the highest speeds among flying martial souls, it could easily rival the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—a top-tier beast martial soul.
A dozen of the Demon Sheep Sect's flying soul masters struggled in resistance, occasionally falling from the sky as corpses.
"You fools can't stop me!
Now die—Sixth Soul Skill – Soulburning Flame Array!"
A flamboyantly handsome voice shouted arrogantly.
Ma Zhibin was an incredibly handsome middle-aged man who easily looked thirty. He had a straight nose, rosy lips, and a charming smile that could flutter hearts. In silence, he exuded a chilled severity. His side profile was chiseled and sharp, yet retained a subtle grace. A flame-shaped mark on his forehead made him breathtaking. For a man to look like this was a rarity indeed.
From the sky, a giant magic array appeared, launching dozens of massive fireballs toward the enemy flyers. These fireballs were locked on, impossible to dodge—only confrontation or defense could stop them. They burned not just flesh, but even the soul.
The Demon Sheep Sect's aerial forces scattered in chaos, overwhelmed.
"Oh heavens, he's pushing 50 and still acts like a damn playboy…"
Long Wenkai groaned from the ground, rubbing his forehead.
Then shouted,
"Everyone move out! Head to the main peak and regroup!"
"Eighth Soul Skill – Oblivion Dragon!"