The Second Honored Guest Elder ordered the band, "When the Seven Great Sects arrive at Martial Soul City, start playing music—the more celebratory, the better."
"Yes!"
Although the Seven Great Sects consist of the Lower Four Sects and three First-class Sects, which Martial Soul Hall usually doesn't consider significant, even when forcing recruitment, they wouldn't welcome them this grandly. Due to their enormous losses, they must recruit these seven sects. To make them slightly comfortable, they show some sincerity—not only does he appear in person, but the Pope will also come later.
At this moment, a hundred kilometers outside Martial Soul City.
The battle continues; Ye Yu's strike has shocked everyone from the Six Sects.
The instant killing of Soul Douluos, though incredible, hasn't yet reached the point of fear; they think Ye Yu is just very powerful and took advantage of the elders' unpreparedness. Besides, they have thirty thousand Soul Masters—Ye Yu is doomed. But now, they are utterly terrified.
With just one strike, four thousand people died.
The hundred rows of Defense Type Soul Masters in front are all dead, and a small half of the Attack Type Soul Masters in the rear are also dead.
The four thousand dead, all died without corpses.
Though four thousand perished, even more were injured.
The Soul Masters at the back didn't die, but were heavily injured. The rear Attack Type Soul Masters, the largest group with fifteen thousand people, saw five thousand lose combat power and become extremely serious, five thousand with moderate injuries, and five thousand with minor injuries. The rear Long-range Attack Type and Support Type were unaffected.
Nevertheless, they were all already frightened.
"This... how could this be..."
"Just one strike, and like this... How terrifying is this power..."
"One strike killed so many; a few more and we're all dead."
...
That one strike intimidated them all; while there are twenty-six thousand people left, only twenty thousand can fight.
Their fighting spirit instantly disappeared, replaced by terror, shrinking back, constantly retreating, wanting to escape.
The Elders and Sect Leaders of the Six Sects are utterly horrified; this strike already rivals a Ninety-First Level large-scale Strong Attack Title Douluo!
Moreover, it resembles at least the strongest soul skill of a Ninety-First Level Title Douluo, the powerful range attack soul skill that can be used just once a day. But for Ye Yu, it's merely a full-power strike; as long as there's soul power and stamina, he can keep striking indefinitely.
"Fall back!"
The Soul Douluos of the Six Sects realized that no matter how many people fought, they were useless against Ye Yu.
Fifteen Soul Douluos remained in the Six Sects, including six Sect Leaders. Of them, Sect Leader Xiangjia and Sect Leader White Tiger were the strongest.
"Attack together! Kill him!"
"Yes, I didn't expect him to be this terrifying."
"It's come to this; I hope none of us will hold back thinking we can reap all the benefits. We must give it our all—you all saw his strength!"
"Understood, he killed three of my sect elders and over a thousand disciples—he must die!"
"I now also want to tear him to pieces!"
...
Instantly, the murderous intent of the fifteen Soul Douluos soared, hatred overwhelming.
Ye Yu laughed and taunted, "Not fighting over who goes first this time? All going together?"
Ye Yu's mocking voice flushed their faces red, recalling their earlier behavior, realizing it was indeed foolish.
"Go!"
They no longer wasted words and started attacking immediately. Although it was a coordinated attack by the Soul Douluos of the six sects, they cooperated. The Strong Attack Type took the lead, the Defense Type maneuvered to create opportunities, the Long-range Attack Type struck from afar, and the Support Type boosted statuses from the back.
The fifteen Soul Douluos attacked with full force; plus, these fifteen were all above Level 85, with six sects having Level 89 strength.
Combining their efforts, their combat power was instantly as strong as a Ninety-First Level Title Douluo—indeed, a Ninety-First Level Title Douluo facing these fifteen would lose.
However, Ye Yu's Slaying God Domain weakened their strength by eighteen percent per person, turning their collective combat power close to Ninety-One levels.
"Slaughter Assault!"
Ye Yu used the skill of the Slaying God Domain, releasing a straight line aimed at the target, increasing speed by one hundred percent, attack by thirty percent.
To quickly end the battle, Ye Yu naturally rushed towards the rear Support.
Ye Yu's speed was extremely fast; even a Ninety-First Level Agile Attack Type Title Douluo couldn't match it.
"Oh no!"
Their combined strength was close to Ninety-One levels, but individually, their skill level is around eighty-six, with not one able to stop the extremely fast Ye Yu.
Bang!
Chh!
Ye Yu directly pierced through the body of the last Support, dragon claws grabbing his body and fiercely tearing it apart from left to right, splitting this fragile Support Soul Douluo in half.
With the support gone, their strength greatly diminished.
"Damn it!"
The other fourteen Soul Douluos rushed forth, yet even with so many Soul Douluos, Ye Yu was unafraid.
Boom boom boom...
The battle erupted, albeit not intensely, as Ye Yu held complete dominance.
Screams echoed continuously; within five minutes, five Soul Douluos were dead.
The remaining sect leaders and the three remaining Soul Douluos were now scared, thinking to retreat.
"Retreat! We are no match for him!"
They attempted to escape, but Ye Yu wouldn't let them get away.
The remaining two thousand or so Soul Masters scattered and fled; the heavily injured ones sought help, but their comrades ignored them. Some spouses parted ways when faced with devastation, let alone fellow sect members.
They scattered like ants from a bird's-eye view, feeling a sigh of relief, believing that even if Ye Yu pursued them, their chances of survival were high. With so many escaping in various directions, surely many would survive.
However, they were wrong.
Ye Yu's fourth red Soul Ring shone, as a huge phantom of a green nine-sectioned serpent coiled around him, it was the Nine-Sectioned Jade.
The serpent opened its mouth wide, spewed a ghostly green poisonous mist, and simultaneously released petals of Nine Spirits Black Begonia.
The poisonous mist spread quickly; with its upgrade to a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, along with Ye Yu's enhanced strength, life of equal level would directly be reduced by eighty percent, those below would be poisoned to death.
The mist rapidly spread, instantly killing ten thousand severely injured—dying in unbearable agony—their skin melted, then muscle, bones, and the whole person like a candle wick turning to pus on the ground.
Seriously injured, moderately injured, instantly dead, those unharmed but below Soul Emperor entirely killed. The Soul Emperor and Soul Saint were too heavily injured to move, with extensive body corrosion.
Instantly, the six Sect Leaders and three elders were stunned, continuously aghast at scene after scene.
"This... how is this possible?!!"
Looking around, the more than two thousand Soul Masters had vanished, leaving only a few hundred lying in pain and screams on the ground, with badly corroded bodies, in extreme misery. The rest had turned into pus, dying without intact bodies.
Such was the terror of Ye Yu's fourth Soul Skill; the stronger he grew, the more formidable the skill became.
Ye Yu directly charged at the Soul Douluos—they barely had time to be shocked before scattering, but were soon caught by Ye Yu. Against Ye Yu individually, they were powerless to resist.
Sect Leader Xiangjia, terrified, pleaded, "Don't... don't kill me... Ye Yu, I'm willing to join you—I won't join Martial Soul Hall! Recruit us, establish a sect, and surely it'll become the number one sect, surpassing Martial Soul Hall."
Ye Yu spoke indifferently, "Even if I don't establish a sect, I'll be able to surpass Martial Soul Hall alone in the future."
"Ah!!"
Soon, screams, fear, pleas, curses echoed endlessly as Ye Yu's expression remained indifferent—they deserved death. To those seeking his death, Ye Yu showed no mercy. Had he not been strong, he would've perished already.
Swiftly dealing with these Soul Douluos, Ye Yu finished off the crying Soul Emperors and Soul Saints on the ground—instantly, the six sects with thirty thousand Soul Masters were all dead!
Now, within Martial Soul Hall.
In front of the Pope's Hall, the Second Honored Guest Elder frowned, glancing at the sky, it was already afternoon, but not a single person from the seven sects had arrived.
"What's going on?"
The Second Honored Guest Elder frowned, asking, "Have they entered Martial Soul City?"
"Returning to Honored Guest Elder, no. The people in the city towers haven't seen anyone from the seven sects in the distance either."
The Second Honored Guest Elder's face darkened, "Is it that they're late or something?"
He couldn't believe the seven sects would defy their promise and simply not come—they didn't possess the bravery.
The Second Honored Guest Elder planned to wait a little longer, but at this time, Bibi Dong arrived.
Bibi Dong arrived dressed in grandeur, while everyone in Martial Soul Hall bent the knee.
"Greetings, Pope!"
Bibi Dong approached, but her brows furrowed upon seeing no one in front of Martial Soul Hall.
The empty square in front of Martial Soul Hall remained vacant, desolate.
Swoosh...
A gust of autumn wind blew past, sweeping a few withered leaves onto the ground.
Bibi Dong frowned deeply, looking at the Second Honored Guest Elder, asking coldly, "Didn't you say the area in front of Martial Soul Hall would be packed with people? Why is there no one here?"