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At this moment, in front of the Pope's Hall, the arena fell into complete silence due to Liu Erlong's earth-shattering words. Only the dazzling golden light radiating from the Eight-Winged Angel and the Golden Holy Dragon illuminated the area.
The four of them—the Chrysanthemum Ghost, Serpent Spear, and the others—looked at each other in shock. They instinctively wiped nonexistent sweat from their brows, already anticipating the bloody storm that would soon erupt on the battlefield.
Yu Xiaogang's face also became blank. His inner peace shattered as he processed the words. Bibi Dong, violated by Qian Xunji, had two children, her body tainted.
"You're talking nonsense!" Qian Renxue yelled, furious. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that her father, who had dedicated everything to the Spirit Hall, who worked tirelessly to manage the Pope's Hall and put aside his cultivation to maintain the reputation of the Spirit Hall, would do such a thing.
Liu Erlong sneered. "Talking nonsense? Bibi Dong herself told me this in my Shrek Academy. And your so-called 'brother'—the useless piece of trash—knows all about it!"
"Erlong, enough!"
Yu Xiaogang snapped out of his shock and quickly tried to stop Liu Erlong. If the scandal of the Spirit Hall was spread like this, it was akin to courting death. What was supposed to be a life-or-death situation was now entirely hopeless with Liu Erlong's words. There was no chance of survival.
With just four seconds left on the timer, Qian Renxue's body completely froze. She turned to look at her father, Qian Renhan, who had remained seated in his chair. Her heart surged with a storm of confusion and sorrow. Why had everyone in the family known, yet she remained in the dark? What was her place in this family?
But when she gazed at Qian Renhan's calm expression, she suddenly remembered the 15-second test from earlier. Realizing the limited time remaining, she quickly sheathed the Divine Sword. Her eyes glowed with golden light as the tenth spirit ring—representing a 100,000-year-old soul ring—flared beneath her feet. A massive golden vortex appeared behind her, and from it, a towering three-foot sword emerged, charging at the Golden Holy Dragon's head with incredible speed.
The 100,000-year-old soul ring was so precious for many reasons: the immense energy it provided to improve a Soul Master's cultivation, the two powerful soul skills it carried, and most importantly, its soul skills were instant-casting with extremely low energy consumption.
This meant that a 100,000-year-old soul skill was nearly impossible to dodge.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Breaker!"
Qian Renxue pointed, and the three-foot sword slammed into the Golden Holy Dragon, slicing it in half from head to tail. The Golden Holy Dragon was obliterated, and Yu Xiaogang's soul weapon was heavily damaged, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.
The sword, cutting through the Golden Holy Dragon, did not stop there. It sliced through the Golden Triangle core of the Golden Iron Triangle, shattering the golden wall. The sword struck the core, sending Flender, Liu Erlong, and Yu Xiaogang flying in three different directions, all spewing blood.
A punch, a kick, and three seconds, followed by ten seconds of useless conversation with Liu Erlong, a one-second activation of the 100,000-year soul skill, and half a second to destroy the Golden Iron Triangle. In total, it took 14.5 seconds.
"This is the power of the young master?"
Feng Xiaotian hadn't blinked since Qian Renxue first appeared. Watching the Golden Holy Dragon fall, Qian Renxue's overwhelming strength stirred up a deep sense of inferiority within him. No matter the difference in status, power, or talent, the gap was too vast to bridge.
"Brother."
Qian Renxue walked over to Qian Renhan, her expression incredibly complex. She wanted to ask if Liu Erlong's words were true, but this was the Pope's Hall square.
"This is something you should ask the old man later. You've passed the test for both strength and wisdom. You didn't forget your main goal because of the words of some worthless person," Qian Renhan said as he patted Qian Renxue's head.
His other hand raised, and with a flick of his finger, a black beam shot out, piercing Liu Erlong's throat between the collarbones, leaving behind a small hole.
Meanwhile, Liu Erlong, severely wounded and struggling to rise, didn't even have time to react. Her pupils contracted, and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. First, there was a sharp pain, followed by a suffocating sensation that clouded her mind. Her body collapsed to the ground.
Qian Renhan's attack didn't hit Liu Erlong's artery. It merely destroyed her vocal cords and punctured her windpipe. In this condition, a normal person would die within three to five minutes, while a Soul Saint would likely last fifteen to twenty minutes.
The longer it dragged on, the more intense the pain became as every cell in her body screamed in agony from oxygen deprivation.
"Erlong!"
"Teacher Erlong!"
Flender and the Shrek Academy students shouted in unison.
Qian Renhan said coldly, "Elders, have you watched enough of the show? Do you want to forfeit this month's salary?"
Chrysanthemum, Ghost, Serpent Spear, and Porcupine Douluo all jolted as if struck by lightning. They snapped out of their daze, sweeping their spiritual power across the Pope's Square. In one corner, they saw Tang San had already opened the iron cage. With the flying ability from the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone activated beneath his feet, he was attempting to escape while carrying Xiao Wu.
"Where do you think you're going?!" x4
Four furious roars erupted as the four Titled Douluo simultaneously charged toward Tang San. As dignified Titled Douluo, they had actually let a mere Soul Sect sneak away with the prize. It was a stain on their reputation they could never erase.
"Xiao Wu, so what if you're human, or if you're a soul beast? All I know is that you are my sister and the one I love. If they want to capture you, they'll have to step over my corpse first!"
Tang San's gentle voice was filled with unwavering determination. He shielded Xiao Wu behind him, holding his Clear Sky Hammer without hesitation as he struck toward the four Titled Douluo. Before he even got close, the terrifying soul pressure released by the four Douluo caused his Clear Sky Hammer to bend under the strain.
Just then, time seemed to slow down.
In the ears of the four Titled Douluo, a piece of background music seemed to echo:
"Raise your head, the chaos and battle never cease; look back, and you are by my side. Crush the curse of fate, let the story never end."
The once sunny sky abruptly darkened with heavy clouds, thunder rumbled, and a colossal hammer's phantom appeared in the sky.
"Get lost—all of you!"
A deep, domineering voice echoed from the heavens as a blood-red giant hammer descended from the sky, bringing with it a trail of golden afterglow.
Boom! A deafening explosion resounded. The four Titled Douluo were all forced back by the overwhelming, tyrannical aura contained within Tang Hao's strike.
Tang San stared at the blood-red, thunder-wreathed giant hammer before him, his face lighting up with joy. He shouted toward the sky, "Father!"
In the void, Tang Hao's tall figure appeared, walking through the air. Beneath his feet, nine soul rings materialized: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. However, the colors of the first five rings appeared noticeably faint. His eyes burned with blood-red light as the Killing God Domain exploded outward, shrouding the entire Pope's Hall in a storm of blood-red killing intent.
"Tang Hao! You're just a defeated dog, and yet you dare return!"
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's faces twisted in disdain. Beneath them, nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—flared into view. Serpent Spear and Porcupine Douluo's soul rings appeared identically.
Qian Renhan couldn't be bothered to act. As the boss of the Spirit Hall, with so many subordinates beneath him, having to personally deal with someone like Tang Hao—a crippled 95th-level Titled Douluo—when he himself was a 97th-level Titled Douluo, would be far beneath his status.
(End of Chapter)