Chapter 212: Lament!

"That idiot!"

Tang San cursed madly in his heart at the black-robed man lying lifeless on the ground.

He had warned him again and again—don't touch the girl, don't touch her!

And now? Not only had he courted death himself, but just as expected, he'd brought disaster upon them all!

Tang San stared at the slender youth who had suddenly appeared across from him, not daring to let down his guard for even a second.

After all, the black-robed man had been killed in just one strike—his body pierced clean through, his life or death unknown.

Others might not know, but Tang San did. That black-robed man was the leader among the seven High Priests of Seagod Island, known as Sea Dragon Douluo, with a spirit power of level 95!

Yet such a mighty Titled Douluo had been taken down in a single round by this frail-looking youth.

And because Tang San had once come into contact with a certain terrifying existence, his heart now trembled with fear.

If things were as he suspected, then this youth before him was clearly no one his group of Titled Douluo could possibly handle.

Though fear churned in his chest, Tang San didn't let it show. His gaze remained locked on the youth ahead, unwilling to show weakness.

If he's willing to let us go, I'll take that and leave. So be it.

But then the youth turned toward them, eyes cold and indifferent, the weapon in his hand still dripping.

This wasn't over. He wasn't going to let them off that easily…

Tang San swallowed hard. Since the battle was inevitable, then he might as well strike first!

A cruel glint flashed across his eyes as he flung his hand forward and shouted coldly:

"Kill him!"

The elders of the Clear Sky Sect and the High Priests of Seagod Island, upon hearing Tang San's command, immediately unleashed their killing moves and charged toward Xiao.

But Tang San himself? As the Titled Douluo surged forward, his lips curled into a slight smile and he shot toward the sect's mountain gate like a streak of light.

He didn't know who that youth truly was, but he knew one thing for sure: staying here would only lead to certain death!

—

Xiao stood before the charging onslaught of Titled Douluo, his sharp features betraying not a single ripple of emotion.

"Stand back. I don't want to hurt you."

He addressed Yu Keke softly, then began walking forward, unhurried.

Raising his left hand, he gently brushed it across his face—and with a flicker of greenish light, a menacing demon-faced mask snapped into place.

With its fangs bared and eyes blazing, the mask unleashed a flood of overwhelming pressure and karmic miasma that surged from Xiao's body like a tidal wave.

"Lament!"

Facing the charging elders and High Priests, Xiao soared into the air, brandishing his divine spear forged from the body of a fallen god—He and Pu Yuan—and brought it crashing down into the enemy ranks.

BOOM—!!!

The ground erupted with countless afterimages of his spear, and a streak of green light slashed through the crowd like a divine blade.

Wherever it passed, there was no resistance.

In the blink of an eye, the spear shadows still shimmered across the earth—but of the once-mighty Titled Douluo, none remained standing.

Their soul rings had been shattered and scattered. Every one of them now lay on the ground—motionless. Their fate unknown.

"Ugh…"

Xiao let out a muffled groan, pain twisting his expression beneath the mask. Yet his face remained resolute.

"Relying only on my consciousness… it's still too much of a strain. But to finish him off, it's enough."

He lifted his gaze toward the fleeing figure of Tang San vanishing into the snow-capped peaks.

Then, transforming into a streak of green light, Xiao gave chase once more.

—

"Yan Yan… who… who is that man…"

Just as Dugu Yan finished propping her unconscious grandfather against a large stone for support, she heard his hoarse, trembling voice.

She turned to look—and the battlefield had already turned into a wasteland.

All those powerful Titled Douluo, now sprawled on the ground like dead dogs… motionless.

She had only turned away for a moment, and in that time, he had crushed all those who had driven them to despair?

And they weren't just any nobodies—those were enough to threaten even Spirit Hall's headquarters!

That terrifying force, that lineup… was utterly annihilated by the mysterious man who had suddenly appeared.

"Even alone, I can protect you all."

The words that man had spoken still echoed in her ears.

At the time, she'd thought he meant fighting by their side, shedding blood together, and barely escaping.

But now it was clear—he meant obliterating the danger with overwhelming force.

For a moment, Dugu Yan even forgot to answer her grandfather. She clutched Yu Keke's shoulders tightly and said with trembling excitement:

"Keke, we're saved!"

"Mhm! Big brother is amazing!"

Yu Keke had watched everything while hugging Fire Meow Meow, who now drooled absentmindedly, staring at the field where no one stood.

"Wait… where did that man go?"

Dugu Yan finally came to her senses. The field was littered with corpses—but there was no sign of the mysterious savior.

Yu Keke shook her head, eyes shifting to the mountain path between the snowy peaks.

"I saw that bad guy run into the mountains… and big brother chased after him…"

"Hahaha—cough cough—"

Before Dugu Yan could speak, Dugu Bo burst into laughter, but his injuries made him cough violently after only a few chuckles.

Still, the pain could not suppress his joy.

After catching his breath, he said:

"Tang San, that idiot… he just led that lord straight into his own den.

Clear Sky? Hah! From this day forward, the so-called number one sect under heaven… will no longer be the Clear Sky Sect!"

As if in response to his words, a violent tremor suddenly erupted from deep within the snowy mountains.

A mighty soul power surged forth, only to be crushed instantly by a fierce, dominating pressure.

"Big brother is fighting in there?! I have to help him!"

Yu Keke immediately turned to rush toward the source of the tremors—but a figure suddenly appeared before her.

"Brother…! Brother! Sob sob…!"

Seeing the figure, Yu Keke hesitated—but the moment he reached out to touch her head gently, she cried out and threw herself into his arms without hesitation.

"Milord!"

"Milord!"

Dugu Bo and his granddaughter also noticed the newcomer and greeted him with joy.

"Alright, alright. No one's hurt, right?"

Aether gently patted Yu Keke's back to soothe her, then asked with concern.

Yu Keke pulled back and shook her head, then looked around at the others—Fire Meow Meow who had been dropped in her excitement, the wounded Zhu Zhuqing, and the battered Dugu Bo.

"Brother, Fire Meow Meow, Sister Zhuqing, and Grandpa all got hurt trying to protect us…"

"I see."

Aether nodded slightly. He waved his hand toward Fire Meow Meow, sending a wave of fire-elemental energy over.

Fire Meow Meow trembled all over and began absorbing the energy eagerly.

Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Bo were likewise enveloped in a sphere of green light. Their pale faces quickly regained color.

Once done, Aether turned his eyes toward the still-rumbling depths of the snowy mountain, cupped his hands around his mouth, and called out loudly:

"Xiao!"

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