Passion Douluo and Ruthless Douluo—martial soul fusion technique—merciless yet affectionate; since ancient times, passionate hearts are left with regrets, emotions move the heavens! True Vacuum Seal.
This was the final trump card of Ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi and Passion Douluo Zang Xin. Though it might not kill Xia Hong, they were confident it could at least seal her.
It was a martial soul fusion technique that could only be performed at the cost of their lives.
Even a true god could be sealed by it.
This was their final move.
But when another Xia Hong's voice echoed out, they were completely stunned.
"Seal who?!" came Zang Xin's anxious voice from the Passion Sword.
Although their martial soul fusion technique was powerful, it could only seal one Xia Hong.
With two Xia Hongs, if they sealed the wrong one, their sacrifice would be completely in vain.
"It must be a soul skill clone. Seal the first one. That one must be the real body. If this one is a clone, her real body wouldn't have jumped out like this. Once the real body is sealed, the clone will naturally vanish," Cao Dezhi said with confidence.
In his view, if the first Xia Hong was a soul skill clone, then she would have used the clone to bait out their martial soul fusion technique and only reveal herself after it was used.
Besides, Cao Dezhi couldn't believe that Xia Hong could so easily defeat Yue Tian Douluo Guan Yue with just a soul skill clone.
So, the first Xia Hong had to be the true body.
Layer upon layer of silver light descended from the sky, with intense emotional waves engulfing the earlier Xia Hong, turning her into a massive silver cocoon.
The Passion Sword and Ruthless Sword vanished. In the sky, only the massive phantom images of the Passion and Ruthless Douluos remained.
However, the later-appearing Xia Hong did not disappear.
"Congratulations, you chose wrong." Xia Hong took a step forward, appearing above the two, and with a single downward press of her hand—
Under the terrifying force of her palm, the two quasi-god phantoms were forced to kneel, facing the Cangshan District.
Because this happened in mid-air, everyone in Mingdu could look up and clearly see the phantoms of Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin kneeling in the sky.
"Witch! If you've got the guts, kill us! A warrior can be killed but not humiliated! To insult us like this—you've brought your own doom. When the Sea God, ancestor of Tang Sect, returns, your insult will be repaid a hundredfold!" Cao Dezhi struggled furiously, hair standing on end with rage. He was the Tang Sect Sect Master, Zang Xin the Vice Sect Master.
Their every word and action represented the dignity of the Tang Sect. To be publicly forced to kneel like this was worse than death.
Even during the Tang Sect's most difficult times ten thousand years ago, its Sect Master had never been humiliated like this.
The reason they chose to sacrifice themselves was to avoid falling into Xia Hong's hands and being humiliated like Yue Tian Douluo Guan Yue.
They never expected that even after choosing a suicide attack, they still couldn't escape disgrace.
"So what if I humiliate you?" Xia Hong said coldly, her gaze full of disdain. "And that Sea God ancestor—if he dares show up, I'll make him kneel."
Hearing this, Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin once again exploded in rage.
It was one thing to humiliate them—but to insult the Sea God? That was beyond tolerance.
"Ignorant! You really think just because you have some power, you can defy the heavens? The Sea God's strength and wisdom are far beyond your comprehension." Long Yeyue snorted coldly in her heart, but dared not show it outwardly.
Yali had withdrawn from Shrek Academy, Guan Yue had been crippled, and Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin's self-sacrificing strike had not only failed but left them humiliated.
In the blink of an eye, the four quasi-gods on their side were now down to just one—herself.
In this situation, even if she had ten times her current courage, she wouldn't dare act tough in front of Xia Hong.
"Those from the War God Temple, anyone who just gave way to the Tang Sect—each and every one of you—will you surrender willingly, or shall I take action?" Xia Hong looked coldly at the War God Temple experts. "The War God Temple is the nation's strategic force. No matter where you're from, you receive high salaries from the Federation. Yet now you openly make way for a traitorous organization—do you have any shred of loyalty left?"
The War God Temple experts all turned to look at Yu Guanzhi. Now that Guan Yue was crippled, the only one who could take charge was the Vice Hall Master, Divine Brush Douluo Yu Guanzhi.
Yu Guanzhi took a deep breath, looked around at the War God Temple powerhouses, and declared loudly, "Those who obeyed Yue Tian Douluo's orders and made way earlier—bind your soul power and cooperate with the Mingdu police investigation. If anyone disobeys, the police need not act—I'll cripple them myself."
At these words, many of the War God Temple experts turned pale. What they had just done amounted to treason. If fully pursued, they could be executed.
Binding one's soul power was essentially handing over one's life.
"Vice Hall Master, we are military personnel. The Mingdu police have no authority to arrest us," a three-word battle armor War God Temple expert shouted, filled with resentment toward Yu Guanzhi.
As Vice Hall Master, instead of protecting them, Yu Guanzhi was ordering them to surrender.
"You still know you're military personnel? Then you'll be treated as traitors on the battlefield," Yu Guanzhi roared, his gaze turning icy cold. He raised his finger like a brush and wrote a blood-red character in the air: "Kill."
Poof! The character shot into that expert's body before he could react, instantly making him cough blood and fly backwards, dying on the spot.
"Chen Yi!" Guan Yue, now crippled, immediately turned red-eyed. He knew this three-word battle armor expert well—once a Shrek Academy inner court genius, now a Super Douluo.
Had he joined the selection for the Eighteen War Gods, he'd easily have made it into the top five.
They'd met in Shrek Academy, and Chen Yi had followed him into the War God Temple.
He was a trusted follower—and now dead, just like that.
Yu Guanzhi ignored Guan Yue's grief and turned to the Central Army forces, ordering: "Central Army, listen up! Any War God Temple mech or armor user who just gave way to the Tang Sect—one minute to bind your soul power. If not, execute on the spot."
"Yes, sir!" Rows of Central Army mech and armor users stepped forward and surrounded the War God Temple members.
Within the War God Temple, Yu Guanzhi's authority might be shaky—but in the Central Army, his command was absolute.
All the top brass of the Federation were present here today.
Compared to the Mingdu police represented by Xia Hong, the military had already lost enough face.
If Xia Hong had to arrest the War God Temple "traitors," that would be the police cleaning up after the military—a humiliation too great.
Yu Guanzhi couldn't afford to lose more face.
Better to take them down himself.
"Bind your soul power!" Seeing Yu Guanzhi was serious, and recalling the gruesome death of Chen Yi, the War God Temple experts finally caved. One after another began binding their soul power and surrendering.
Where there's one, there's two.
Soon, all the War God Temple experts who had previously made way bound their soul power and were brought to the Mingdu police convoy, cuffed with soul-sealing shackles and sealed with spiritual helmets, then shoved into the police vehicles.
Too many eyes were watching.
No one dared take chances.
On the ground, Long Yeyue's fists turned white from clenching.
These people were all from Shrek Academy.
Now that they'd been wiped out in one fell swoop, it would undoubtedly deal a huge blow to Shrek Academy's standing.
(End of Chapter)