Chapter 97: Xue Ye Dies
The momentum of the three Titled Douluo shocked Xue Ye, Ge Long, and the two teaching committee members Meng Shenji and Zhi Lin, their faces draining pale.
Fortunately, the three did not attack immediately, and the two sides remained locked in confrontation. The two teaching committee members and Ge Long protected Xue Ye in the center, the seven spirit rings beneath his feet flashing with dazzling light.
Xue Ye's eyes swept over the crowd. He saw Gu Han and Bibi Dong, disciples of the Spirit Hall, and Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and instantly understood everything.
His gaze then fixed on Xue Xing, and fury shook him. His eyes reddened as he cursed bitterly.
"Xue Xing, you despicable and shameless traitor. You actually colluded with foreign enemies, betrayed the royal family, and the Tiandou Empire itself, all for your selfish desires. How can you still claim to be worthy of our ancestors and the grace of our father who raised you?"
But faced with Xue Ye's scolding, Xue Xing remained indifferent. A smug smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Royal brother, the throne should have been mine. Father has always favored you, but what can I do?"
"Better to ascend the throne myself and achieve true hegemony than to live under you. The royal family and empire will be stronger in my hands than in yours. How can you call that betrayal?"
"You… you all…!"
Xue Ye did not expect such shamelessness from Xue Xing. Trembling with rage, he pointed at the few people behind the soul master army.
"You treacherous dogs who aid the tyrant! Even if I risk my life today, I will fight you to the very end!!"
"Go! Eliminate the traitors and defend the glory of the empire!!"
Xue Ye roared, drawing the sword at his waist.
Gu Han waved his hand coldly.
"Kill. Spare none!"
"Cry!!!"
Lingyuan Douluo took the lead. A fiery phoenix flapped its wings across the sky, its cry echoing through the nine heavens with majesty and passion.
"Eighth soul skill: Boiling Blood."
Countless feathers, burning with extreme flames, drifted slowly like snowflakes.
In an instant, terrifying flames blazed from the sky, bathing the entire palace in red light.
The imperial guards brought by Xue Ye were engulfed by the sudden rain of fire, letting out miserable wails.
At the same time, Guangling Douluo struck mercilessly.
He drew the Guangling divine bow from his back and slowly pulled the string. As an ice-blue magic circle formed before him, he released.
Ice arrows rained down on Xue Ye and his forces like silent, razor-sharp raindrops.
They pierced and froze the imperial guards' bodies wherever they struck.
Where flames and frost collided, the ground was covered with an eerie mixture of fire and ice.
Under this dual onslaught, Xue Ye's side quickly fell into dire disadvantage.
Imperial guards suffered heavy casualties and morale plummeted.
"Your Highness, hurry!"
Ge Long, Meng Shenji, Zhi Lin, the two teaching committee members, and Bai Baoshan who had rushed over saw the critical situation. Knowing continued resistance would mean death, they surrounded Xue Ye, trying desperately to break through.
But suddenly, Gu Douluo appeared directly before them, blocking their path.
"Your Highness, go! I'll cover you. Seventh soul skill: Martial Soul True Body!"
Ge Long gritted his teeth, roaring as he activated the martial soul true body without hesitation.
A huge Jiaozi soared into the air, and Ge Long's body shone brightly. Mobilizing all his soul power, he turned into a streak of light, charging desperately at Gu Douluo to carve out an escape route.
Unfortunately, though powerful, Ge Long was only a soul saint, facing a Titled Douluo at the summit of the soul master world.
"Heh, seven soul rings and you dare to shake the tree with an ant?"
Before Gu Douluo, Ge Long's resistance was as weak as a child's.
Gu Rong raised his hand lightly. A powerful tide of soul power surged out, crushing Ge Long.
Ge Long felt his body pressed beneath an invisible mountain, unable to move despite his struggles.
"Puff!"
A sharp bone spur suddenly shot up from the ground, piercing Ge Long's chest like lightning.
His eyes widened, blood spattering from his mouth, filled with reluctance and rage.
The bone spur vanished. Ge Long's body slowly collapsed, his vitality draining fast, dying on the spot.
"General Ge Long!!"
Xue Ye's heart broke. Tears mingled with anger in his eyes.
"Your Highness, go quickly!"
But grief had no time here. Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhi Lin knew the stakes. They swallowed their sorrow, continuing to protect Xue Ye and searching for a chance to break through amid the siege.
Guangling Douluo's eyes locked on Xue Ye, a slight smile curling his lips.
The fifth soul ring beneath his feet gleamed. Soul power poured into the Guangling Divine Bow.
Guangling slowly pulled the bowstring.
"Fifth soul skill: Come Without a Trace."
He whispered low, snowflake patterns in his left eye sharpening like a sniper scope.
Xue Ye's beating heart reflected in his gaze.
Then the arrow shot out like a meteor, trailing cold light.
Where it passed, the air froze, ice spikes swirling like blades.
Strangely, the arrow seemed conscious, weaving skillfully through all obstacles, aiming straight for Xue Ye with unstoppable force.
Xue Ye, locked in the arrow's gaze, felt the world fade to gray and white. In this silent, cold realm, despair surged.
"Seventh soul skill: Martial Soul True Body!"
The three teaching committee members' faces changed. They activated their martial soul true bodies without hesitation.
In an instant, Bai Baoshan's Tianxing Furnace expanded, glowing dazzlingly, a soul power shield enveloping them.
Zhi Lin pressed a hand to the ground. Thick vines erupted like dragons, intertwining into an airtight green barrier.
The Azure Ivy shimmered with a green soul shield, like indestructible armor.
Meng Shenji summoned the Black Demon Martial Spirit.
A thick black mist spread, demon shadows swimming within, roaring fiercely.
A dense black light curtain of soul power formed, tightly protecting Xue Ye.
But Guangling's arrow, infused with extreme ice power, was too strong.
It pierced through the Star Furnace's defense first, then crashed into Zhi Lin's Azure Ivy barrier.
The dark green vines froze instantly, brittle as glass, shattering into countless fragments.
Finally, the arrow struck the black light curtain of the Dream God Machine.
Under the ice's assault, the curtain shattered like paper, scattering into starlight.
In the next moment, the arrow passed precisely through Xue Ye's heart.
The extreme cold spread through his body, ice quickly coating his skin.
Xue Ye's eyes widened with unwillingness and rage. His lips trembled. He tried to shout but only spat blood mixed with ice chips.
His body fell backward like a frozen statue, hitting the ground heavily, scattering ice shards.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
The three education committee members cried out in despair.
They watched helplessly as the crown prince fell.
The palace square fell into deathly silence, only the cold and rising flames telling the tale of the fierce battle.
Xue Ye's death marked the palace coup's turning point, the balance tipping completely toward Xue Xing and his allies.
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