That last blow made Tianlin's arm ache—his opponent's skill was at least on par with Bone Douluo.

Ignoring the now-defeated Demon Bear Douluo, Tianlin looked at the flying object—a red staff carved with a striking dragon motif.

"Coiling Dragon Staff!" Tianlin recognized the martial soul immediately. Though never seen before, he guessed from its appearance. "Which senior from the Worship Hall is this—Qianjun Douluo or Jiangmo Douluo?"

"Oh? A youngster, yet you know of me?"

A man in red armor descended, standing on the Coiling Dragon Staff. He had thick brows and big eyes, looking young—these Titled Douluo, aside from Dugu Bo, all kept youthful appearances.

Like Sword Douluo Chen Xin—white hair, but a youthful, impossibly handsome face.

"I am Jiangmo Douluo, Spirit Hall's Seventh Worship," he introduced.

Tianlin smiled bitterly. "I thought the Worship Hall would send at most one person—didn't expect even you to come. You value my sect."

"Hmm? At most one?" Jiangmo Douluo grew cautious. "You sound like you expected us to send a Worship, but not me!"

"Indeed, but no matter—one or two, anyone who invades my sect must die!"

Even facing Jiangmo Douluo, Tianlin didn't retreat but attacked while his Martial Soul True Body was still active.

After all, he was only a Soul Sage. Though his combat strength matched Titled Douluo, his soul power was not as deep; he couldn't maintain Martial Soul True Body as easily as a Titled Douluo.

For ordinary Soul Sages, the seventh soul skill was a desperate move, leaving them weakened for days. Only Titled Douluo could master it perfectly.

"Annihilate the Three Realms!" Tianlin swiftly slashed, blending Seven Kill Sword Skills into Sword Dao—his sword aura was sharper than ever.

"Let me show you the might of the Coiling Dragon Staff!" Jiangmo Douluo was unhurried. The dragon carved on the staff seemed to come alive, its massive tail wrapping around Tianlin's sword, pinning it down. The staff enlarged and smashed toward Tianlin. "Third Soul Skill, Demon-Subduing Shock!"

"Legend says the Coiling Dragon Staff seals the Awakening Holy Gold Dragon. It's true," Tianlin smiled. "But two against one—hardly fair!"

Seeing his sword locked by the Holy Gold Dragon, Tianlin withdrew it and released his Martial Soul True Body, minimizing his energy drain.

"I'll find a helper too, Senior Jiangmo. You should thank me; you'll be the first, besides my family, to witness the world's strongest martial soul." Tianlin's left hand glowed as his seven soul rings disappeared, replaced by what looked like a simple white and yellow ring—his bead martial soul.

"Dual martial souls!"

Spirit Hall was stunned. Tianlin's earlier display was monstrous enough, but now he revealed he was a twin martial soul user. What they'd seen was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Like Bibi Dong, a twin martial soul?" In the shadows, a man in gold robes frowned. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's foundation was deeper than expected.

Luckily, he had come today, or he wouldn't have had the confidence to destroy the sect. His original purpose was to deal with Dugu Bo, who might use deadly poison, but now he had to act early.

Sword and Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi, had yet to appear, and already the enemy was this strong.

"Hmph, twin martial souls, but only a ten-year and a hundred-year soul ring—completely useless," Jiangmo Douluo said dismissively. To him, the rings looked pitifully weak.

"Then witness the strength of my ten-year soul ring. First Soul Skill—Summon God Technique: Martial God!"

As the Coiling Dragon Staff was about to smash him, a terrifying black figure appeared behind Tianlin, growing larger and larger until it became a towering general in golden armor, wielding a divine blade.

The Martial God grabbed the Holy Gold Dragon by the throat. Just now, the dragon suppressed the magic sword; now, the Martial God suppressed the dragon.

Not only that, the Martial God, left hand holding the dragon, right hand wielded the divine blade and struck at Jiangmo Douluo.

Jiangmo quickly recalled his staff to block, but the blow shook his organs, making him cough up blood.

"Lord Jiangmo is wounded!"

Spirit Hall was in disbelief.

"Impossible! The monster Tianlin summoned is at Super Douluo level!" Jiangmo gritted his teeth. In strength, he was outmatched.

Naturally—Tianlin himself was at Titled Douluo level, so his Martial God, based on his strength, was even more powerful. If it couldn't match a Super Douluo, the Holy Spirit Pearl would hardly be the strongest divine martial soul.

"Senior Jiangmo, have fun with the Martial God. I was annoyed when you interrupted my fight with Demon Bear!"

Tianlin never expected the Martial God to defeat Jiangmo, as he could only keep it active for five minutes. As long as Jiangmo held out, he would win once the Martial God vanished.

But Tianlin still wanted some spoils. He walked up to Demon Bear again, right arm transforming into the Darkgolden Terror Claw.

Demon Bear, though not fatally wounded, was badly hurt and powerless. He was about to become the first Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall to fall.

"Stop! Stop right there!" Jiangmo shouted angrily. It was humiliating for him to intervene and still have Demon Bear killed.

But Tianlin ignored him, "Die, Demon Bear!"

"Stop!" Another interloper arrived, accompanied by a golden light wave of immense power. All houses swept by it were reduced to dust.

But this time, Tianlin didn't dodge—he decisively tore off Demon Bear Douluo's head with the Terror Claw, knowing that with the Worship Hall involved, his master would intervene soon. The elders had been holding back just in case.