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'Since Xiaogang has already been expelled by that old fool Xue Ye, there's no reason for this Shrek Team to continue existing.'
Bibi Dong's gaze then shifted to Tang San. "As for you, Elder Yue Guan, Elder Gui Mei, seize him."
'Since Tang San ruined my beloved Xiaogang's reputation, I'll ruin him in return. I'll strip him of his soul power, castrate him completely, and ensure he never rises again.'
Flender, still clinging to his role as dean, stepped in front of Tang San, his voice urgent. "Your Holiness, why are you doing this?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo didn't hesitate at Flender's plea; they moved to act immediately. But Ning Fengzhi swiftly positioned himself between them and Tang San, addressing Bibi Dong: "Your Holiness, even if Tang San broke the tournament rules, he's already been punished. Moreover, he's a viscount of the Heaven Dou Empire. Any further penalty should be decided by Emperor Xue Ye upon his return to the empire."
Bibi Dong's eyes turned cold as she fixed them on Ning Fengzhi. "Sect Leader Ning, you should know that Tang San is Tang Hao's son, a remnant of the Clear Sky Clan. Tang Hao killed the previous Pope of Spirit Hall. If you insist on shielding this Clear Sky Clan remnant, then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will be deemed an enemy of Spirit Hall."
Ning Fengzhi's expression faltered. Facing this inscrutable Pope, even he, with all his pride, didn't dare push further. He raised a hand to stop Sword Douluo from stepping forward, sighed softly, and stepped aside.
Ning Tian knew the real drama was about to unfold. His brows furrowed slightly as he extended his arms to quietly shield the New Heaven Dou Battle Team, shooting a quick glance at Xiao Wu. The team, along with Xiao Wu, moved swiftly to the front, putting distance between themselves and the Pope's Hall.
Bibi Dong's sharp eyes locked onto Tang San. "Tang San, should I call you foolish or brave? Knowing the enmity between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Clan, you still dared to walk into this trap?"
Tang San's cold, bear-like eyes blazed with deep-seated hatred. "You're the ones who killed my mother, aren't you?"
Influenced by the Rakshasa's evil thoughts, a flood of past humiliations surged through Tang San's mind: his first bout of diarrhea during the battle with Meng Yiran in the Star Dou Great Forest, Xiao Wu being taken by the Titan Giant Ape, Xiao Wu confessing her feelings to Ning Tian, three months of stagnant soul power at Shrek Academy due to relentless diarrhea, and the ultimate disgrace of soiling himself at the opening ceremony of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament in front of everyone.
In that moment, all the shame and suffering he'd endured erupted within him.
Seeing Tang San's tortured expression, Bibi Dong sneered. "Are you referring to that transformed soul beast?"
The crowd gasped. From the Pope's words, it seemed Tang San's mother wasn't human but a transformed soul beast.
Tang San, meanwhile, was left utterly stunned.
Bibi Dong pressed on, "It seems Tang Hao never told you. Very well, I'll be merciful and enlighten you before you die. Your mother wasn't human at all, she was a 100,000-year transformed soul beast who infiltrated human society. And you? You're the bastard child of Tang Hao and that soul beast."
The word "bastard" echoed endlessly in Tang San's mind. His pain intensified; he clutched his head as his face flushed crimson. His eyes turned bloodshot, and his breathing grew ragged, like a raging bull.
Suddenly, he roared to the heavens, "Enough! I'm not a bastard! I'm human! Human! You killed my mother, I'll make you pay! I'll kill you all!"
As he screamed, Tang San seemed to lose his mind entirely. Two purple soul rings flared to life as he summoned his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul and charged at Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong sneered, not even bothering to respond. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were already rushing toward Tang San, their speed a blur.
Just as they were about to grab him, a deep voice thundered from the sky: "A mere chrysanthemum and a little ghost, do you think you can harm my son? Get lost!"
At the sound of that voice, Tang San snapped back to clarity, his head jerking up, eyes brimming with joy.
On the other side, Bibi Dong's face twisted into a playful smirk as she gazed skyward.
A low explosion rumbled, and Chrysanthemum Douluo, sensing danger, retreated swiftly.
In the next instant, a black Clear Sky Hammer materialized where they had stood. Simultaneously, a gray figure appeared in midair, hovering silently.
It was an elderly man, seemingly in his seventies or eighties, with a hunched back and skin as withered as tree bark. His attire was laughable: tattered, ill-fitting clothes, hair a chaotic mess like a bird's nest, sunken eye sockets, and a beard that hadn't been groomed in years. Were it not for the nine soul rings circling him—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red, anyone would have mistaken him for a beggar.
Seeing this figure, Tang San broke down, tears streaming uncontrollably as he choked out, "Father…"
In contrast, Ning Tian's focus was on the Clear Sky Hammer. Despite its unchanged weight, the martial soul's quality had degraded significantly due to the side effects he had transferred. It was now far more fragile. Of course, this was relative; with nine soul rings attached, including a 100,000-year one, even a rotten wooden hammer would wield formidable power. It just couldn't compare to the martial souls of other Title Douluo.
"Tang Hao, you've finally come!"
Bibi Dong's eyes blazed with venom as she glared at Tang Hao in the sky. Nine soul rings erupted around her, two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red, a configuration identical to Tang Hao's but backed by her level 99 soul power, making her strength far beyond his.
Tang Hao sensed it too. Feeling the unfathomable depth of Bibi Dong's power, his brows furrowed slightly. But his priority was clear: escape with his son. The transformed soul beast would have to be dealt with later, perhaps even sacrificed for his son's benefit. With a glance at the Pope's Hall behind Bibi Dong, a plan formed in his mind. In a flash, he appeared before Tang San, feigning composure.
"Bibi Dong, do you really think you can keep me here?"
Bibi Dong's hand shot up, and four Title Douluos: Snake Lance, Porcupine, Demon Bear, and Ghost Leopard, leaped from the Pope's Hall. Though confident in her own strength, she summoned them for extra assurance.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, still haunted by Tang Hao's legendary defeat of Qian Xunji and his two guardians Douluos, failed to notice that Tang Hao's soul power had dwindled to a mere level 92. They flickered to Bibi Dong's side, flanking her.
Tang Hao's cold gaze swept over the seven of them, finally resting on the Pope's Hall behind. "Seven Title Douluos… Spirit Hall truly lives up to its name. But what of it? Even with seven, you can't stop me. Behold, the true number one tool martial soul in the world."
Tang San's spirit lifted at his father's words, clearly meant for him.
Ning Tian watched unblinkingly, his heart racing with anticipation. 'Here it comes, the moment the Clear Sky Hammer shatters. Little bastard, let's see if you survive this.'
Tang Hao recalled his Clear Sky Hammer, his seventh soul ring flashing. The black hammer in his hand burst with intense light, a chilling killing intent surging forth. The hammer expanded rapidly, stretching to over a hundred meters, its head looming like a small mountain. Then, his red soul ring ignited, and crimson veins snaked across the hammer, turning its black True Body form into a blazing scarlet.
"The Pope's Hall, how quaint," Tang Hao mocked with a wild laugh. He swung the hundred-meter-long crimson hammer toward the hall.
In an instant, the air atop Pope Mountain twisted violently. Every soul master below Title Douluo rank froze, unable to move except Ning Tian, who had transferred the side effects to the old rat and merely pretended to be immobilized.
"Tang Hao!" Bibi Dong hadn't expected him to target the Pope's Hall. Her killing intent flared as she launched herself into the air toward him.
Simultaneously,Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Snake Lance, Porcupine, Demon Bear, and Ghost Leopard activated their martial soul true bodies, charging at Tang Hao's Clear Sky True Body.
Crack!
Suddenly then instead of the expected thunderous clash, the hammer shattered on contact, crumbling like fragile porcelain.
The Spirit Hall fighters felt as if they'd punched through air, their momentum meeting no resistance.
Tang San's eyes widened in disbelief. Wasn't the Clear Sky Hammer supposed to be the world's mightiest tool martial soul? How could it be so brittle, like a paper tiger?
"This can't be…" Even Tang Hao was stunned.
His Clear Sky Hammer, fortified with eight pure strength-type soul rings and a 100,000-year one, should have been the hardest martial soul in the soul master world. Not even Qian Daoliu could have shattered it. Even if Bibi Dong had reached Qian Daoliu's level, this shouldn't have happened.
'Is it because my injuries are too severe?'
There was no time to ponder. The backlash from his martial soul's destruction, coupled with the soul power assault from seven Title Douluos, forced Tang Hao to spew a mouthful of blood. He collapsed into Tang San's arms, his eyes glazing over.
"Father…" Tang San's face twisted with despair and rage. He could see his father was on the brink of death.
No matter how loudly he cried, Tang Hao couldn't hear him anymore.
At that moment, Tang Hao seemed to see Ah Yin beckoning to him. He knew his time was up; he was dying. But he couldn't die yet. Not without avenging Ah Yin and the Clear Sky Clan. To die now would leave him restless in death.
…..
In the God Realm, within a realm of illusion, a figure clad in red spiral-patterned armor sat beneath a three-headed, six-armed Asura statue. His eyes snapped open, revealing blood-red irises. With a casual flick of his hand, an oval white screen materialized, displaying the scene at the Pope's Hall: Tang Hao lying in Tang San's arms, barely clinging to life.
He glanced at Tang Hao, then at the dark-skinned Tang San, frowning.
"Strange. Tang Chen's grandson is so pathetic. A day in the God Realm is a year on earth, and after fifteen years, he's made no progress. And he's raised my chosen inheritor into this mess."
This armored figure was none other than the Asura God, one of the God Realm's three enforcers.
Just as speculated by the great god geen pepper from Ning Tian's previous life on Earth, Tang San's soul had been sent by the Asura God to be groomed as his successor. To ensure success, the Asura God had secretly imbued Tang San with nearly half of Douluo Continent's luck and chosen Tang Hao as his protector.
{Green Pepper is the author.}
But Tang Hao had proven incompetent, not only getting beaten half to death by the Rakshasa God's inheritor but also failing to properly nurture Tang San. Thankfully, the Blue Silver Grass could evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor, which would at least improve his appearance. Otherwise, he'd be beyond redemption.
"Fine. I'll toss a bit of divine power down there. It's not against God Realm rules, whoever picks it up is their business."
With that, the Asura God flicked his finger, sending a spark of energy into the white screen.
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