Chapter 100: Blood Spills on Clear Sky Peak, Wipe Them Out in One Sweep
The Clear Sky Sect's direct disciples—spanning four generations—numbered more than two hundred people.
At this moment, over a hundred young disciples were cultivating in the rear courtyard.
The sudden disturbance made them stop what they were doing in unison.
They looked up toward the sky, only to see two figures suspended high above.
They appeared to be teenagers, both seemingly no more than twenty years old.
Yet an icy, suffocating aura radiated from them—undeniable proof of their terrifying strength.
Everyone grew even more curious about the identity of these two young soul masters.
The Clear Sky Sect was extremely well-hidden, its terrain perilous and difficult to assault, and there was a lookout post at the foot of the mountain.
Without a direct disciple leading the way, outsiders could not possibly find this place.
For more than a decade, they had remained concealed here—no stranger had ever entered.
But today, two extraordinarily powerful young soul masters suddenly appeared.
"Who are you!? How dare you trespass into the Clear Sky Sect!"
A senior disciple looked toward the sky and shouted.
Gui Mei remained expressionless as he stared down at them, regarding them like insignificant ants.
"This isn't your place to speak. Tell Tang Xiao to crawl out here!"
"Presumptuous! How dare you call our Sect Master by name!"
As the senior disciple shouted, the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul appeared in his hand, and six soul rings—two yellow, two purple, two black—rose from beneath his feet.
Gui Mei snorted coldly:
"Overestimating yourself. Seeking death."
The moment his words fell, the Netherworld Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand swept through the air.
A razor-sharp sword beam slashed forth and struck the senior disciple.
Before the man could even raise his Clear Sky Hammer, his body was split cleanly in half.
Blood sprayed onto the stone tiles beneath him.
The disciples were horrified. They hastily released their Clear Sky Hammers and retreated in panic.
"Hurry! Notify the elders!"
But before the shouting disciple could even finish, a golden blade of light pierced through him. He crashed to the ground—lifeless.
Yue Guan's attacks did not stop.
The immense Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum manifested behind him.
Golden petals slowly unfurled, each one as sharp as a blade, gleaming with a chilling brilliance.
The golden radiance dyed the entire sky above in shimmering gold.
With a light wave of Yue Guan's hand, dozens of golden petal-blades poured downward like a storm, slashing toward the terrified disciples.
Most of them were below Rank 60—how could they possibly withstand the attack of a Title Douluo?
Agonized screams filled the courtyard.
In an instant, dozens of people fell into pools of blood.
At this moment, the elders sensed the upheaval and rushed over.
Five elders arrived:
Second Elder Zhiyang Douluo, Third Elder Linyang Douluo, Fourth Elder Haoyang Douluo, Fifth Elder Deyang Douluo, and Seventh Elder Lieyang Douluo.
All five were attack-type Title Douluo.
However, none of their soul ranks exceeded rank 95.
Seeing the gruesome scene before them, the elders' eyes widened with fury and grief.
They simultaneously rose into the sky, confronting the two intruders.
The two figures above—one dressed in black, tall and cold, eyes filled with overpowering arrogance, the other in white, stunningly beautiful but exuding icy indifference.
Both appeared impossibly young, yet the pressure they released made even the Title Douluo below tremble.
Especially the black-clad youth—despite not releasing his martial soul, the oppressive force around him felt almost tangible.
The elders immediately recognized the enormous Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.
Only one person in the entire soul master world could have cultivated this plant-type martial soul to such a level— Elder Chrysanthemum of Spirit Hall: Yue Guan.
But the person before them looked like a young woman.
They recalled what Tang Xiao had told them a month ago— Tang Hao had been killed by Gui Mei and Yue Guan, and Gui Mei's appearance had changed drastically, now resembling a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youth.
In that instant, the elders realized the truth:
These two were Gui Mei and Yue Guan.
But why had their appearances changed? Why had they become so young?
The elders had no answer.
They also remembered Tang Xiao mentioning that the two had grown far more powerful—especially Gui Mei, who possessed four 100,000-year soul rings.
Even though the Clear Sky Sect was no longer at its peak, it still had six Title Douluo and numerous Soul Douluo and Soul Saint experts. Overall, its strength remained the number-one sect in the world.
But now, Gui Mei and Yue Guan had actually dared to storm their mountain—arrogantly provoking them—something the elders absolutely could not tolerate.
"Gui Mei! Yue Guan! Your courage knows no bounds—how dare you break into the Clear Sky Sect and massacre our disciples!"
Second Elder Zhiyang Douluo roared furiously.
His beard and hair bristled as flames of rage burned in his eyes, as though he would incinerate the two intruders where they stood.
His voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the stone walls of the mountain courtyard.
Gui Mei swept his gaze over them, lips curling in disdain.
"So only a few old fossils came? Tang Xiao still hasn't returned?"
"Hmph! Arrogant brat! Why have you invaded our Clear Sky Sect!?"
Third Elder Linyang Douluo glared, his Clear Sky Hammer manifesting silently.
"Isn't it obvious? We're here to destroy you. After today, the Clear Sky Sect will no longer exist. A pity Tang Xiao isn't here—he escapes death today."
Gui Mei's tone was indifferent, yet his words detonated in everyone's hearts like an explosive.
"Just the two of you? And you dare claim you can destroy our Clear Sky Sect!? Ridiculous!"
The Second Elder roared, his Clear Sky Hammer blazing with heat. Flames ignited across its surface, making the surrounding air hiss.
At the same moment, the other elders also released their Clear Sky Hammer martial souls.
With the elders joining the battle, the disciples regained their morale.
More and more disciples gathered in the courtyard.
Soon, more than two hundred filled the space.
They all released their martial souls and soul rings, gazing fiercely toward the sky.
Soul power surged. Light burst in all colors.
The Clear Sky Sect's momentum rose to its peak.
Gui Mei smiled frostily.
"Perfect. Since you're all here… I can wipe you out in one sweep."
"What big talk! Bullying Tang Hao while he was wounded—what kind of ability is that!? Today I'll see exactly how capable you are!"
Before Seventh Elder Lieyang Douluo even finished speaking, nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—erupted beneath him. His Clear Sky Hammer expanded instantly to the size of a massive barrel.
"Overconfident fool."
Gui Mei's soul power surged— and five red 100,000-year soul rings rose one after another around him.
The fifth ring flashed.
A gray barrier instantly manifested before him— shrouding him completely within.
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End of Chapter