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"Trash, utter trash."
In the God Realm, the Asura God witnessed the scene unfold and shot to his feet, his voice cracking with rage as he cursed.
He couldn't believe that Tang Chen's grandson could be this useless.
Just moments ago, he had channeled the Asura God Power to not only heal Tang Hao's injuries but also temporarily elevate his cultivation to the realm of a Peerless Douluo. By his calculations, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, combined with the explosive power of a ring detonation, should've been more than enough to repel Bibi Dong, maybe even leave her gravely wounded.
But Tang Hao was so incompetent that he couldn't even harness the strength of a Peerless Douluo. The Clear Sky Hammer shattered once again under the assault of the Rakshasa God's inheritor.
As Tang Hao and Tang San teetered on the brink of death at Bibi Dong's hands, the Asura God could no longer sit idly by.
He decisively activated the Kill God Domain, allowing his divine consciousness to briefly possess Tang Hao. With a casual flick of his hand, the devastating cross-shaped energy wave dissipated into thin air.
The instant his divine consciousness took hold of Tang Hao, everyone, except Bibi Dong, the level 99 inheritor of the Rakshasa God, and Ning Tian, who had shifted the side effects onto the old rat, lost consciousness, their minds blank and bodies frozen in place.
"You've obtained the Asura God's inheritance?" Bibi Dong's face twisted in shock.
In that moment, she became convinced that Tang Hao was the Asura God's chosen inheritor, and her killing intent toward him surged.
The Asura God, seeing Bibi Dong's misunderstanding, didn't bother correcting her. With a cold sneer, he grabbed Tang San and transformed into a streak of blood-red light, vanishing into the horizon.
As the Asura God's influence faded, the dazed crowd slowly regained their senses.
Bibi Dong didn't pursue him as there was no point. The power Tang Hao had just displayed likely surpassed her own, and even if she caught up, she'd be helpless against him.
Yet, as she withdrew her martial soul and touched down, a flush crept across her face.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself.
Behind her, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Snake Lance Douluo, Porcupine Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo, and Ghost Leopard Douluo stared at the spot where Tang Hao had vanished, their hearts still pounding.
That final strike from Tang Hao's hammer had repelled everyone except the Pope herself.
It was beyond comprehension.
Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi, who had been rattled by Bibi Dong's overwhelming strength, felt an inexplicable wave of relief.
He wasn't entirely sure what had just happened, but Tang Hao's escape with Tang San proved one thing: Spirit Hall wasn't invincible. There was still hope.
"Your Holiness, this…" The six Title Douluos of Spirit Hall turned to Bibi Dong in unison.
"The Soul Master Tournament is over. From this day forward, all non-Spirit Hall personnel must leave Spirit City."
With that, Bibi Dong strode back to the Pope's Hall. Snake Lance, Porcupine, Demon Bear, and Ghost Leopard followed closely behind.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a soft sigh before trailing after them.
Ning Fengzhi, accompanied by Sword Douluo, approached Ning Tian and the others with a smile. "Ning Tian, the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is finally over. What are your plans now?"
Ning Tian glanced at Xiao Wu, who had joined the Shrek group and was watching him. His expression grew serious. "Uncle Ning, please take Rongrong with you. Zhuqing and I are about to face the wrath of the entire Star Luo Empire. It's not safe for Rongrong to stay with us."
Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Rongrong's been away from home for too long, it's time she returned with me. I plan to officially name her the young sect master this time. As for the Star Luo Empire, I suggest you come back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with me. With the sect's protection, the Star Luo Empire wouldn't dare touch you."
Ning Tian shook his head. "We have our own path to walk."
This had been decided long ago, so Ning Rongrong didn't protest. She simply gazed at him with red-rimmed eyes, her reluctance plain to see.
Then, Ning Tian pulled out the three soul bones awarded as prizes from the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament. "Now, I'll distribute the championship rewards. Rongrong, Zhuqing, I've already given each of you a soul bone before, so I won't be giving you any this time."
Ning Rongrong nodded. "None of these soul bones suit my needs. Divide them as you see fit."
Zhu Zhuqing didn't object either. In terms of value, her external soul bone far outstripped these three.
"Lingling, as a support-type soul master, this Mental Condensation Wisdom Skull suits you well." Ning Tian handed the soul bone to Ye Lingling.
Ye Lingling quickly waved her hands. "No, this should go to you."
Ning Tian smiled. "I already have a soul bone."
Assuming he meant a head soul bone, Ye Lingling didn't press further and accepted it.
Next, Ning Tian picked up the Swift Pursuit Wind Left Leg Bone and turned to Zhu Qing "Teacher, thank you for your guidance all these years. This Swift Pursuit Wind Left Leg Bone is perfect for agility-attack type soul masters; it's yours."
The moment he spoke, envious glances shot toward Zhu Qing from everyone present.
'What a lucky teacher to have such a generous disciple.'
"Maybe it should go to Zhuqing instead?" Zhu Qing suggested, a bit flustered.
Including the one from her father, Ning Tian had already given her two soul bones.
Ning Tian shook his head. "Zhuqing's no longer a pure agility-attack type soul master. You should keep it."
Finally, Ning Tian turned to the Shi brothers, Yufeng, Osler, and Huang Jia. The five of them, left without soul bones, looked visibly dejected.
They knew they hadn't contributed much to the championship victory, their roles had been minor, so they harbored no resentment, only inevitable disappointment.
Ning Tian smiled faintly and picked up the Bursting Incineration Flame Right Arm Bone. "Uncle Ning, this last fire-attribute soul bone doesn't suit any of us. How much do you think it's worth?"
Ning Fengzhi caught on immediately and smiled. "Soul bones are typically priced by age. Those under ten thousand years range from one hundred thousand to nine hundred thousand gold soul coins, rarely hitting a million. For those over ten thousand years, each additional ten thousand years adds a million gold soul coins. This one's at least thirty thousand years old, worth about three million. I'll buy it for four million five hundred thousand."
As he spoke, he produced nine fifty-thousand gold soul coin cards, as if he'd anticipated this.
It was a slight overpay, but soul bones were rare and highly sought after.
He could take it back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as an heirloom for fire-attribute soul masters. It was a win-win deal.
"Thank you, Uncle Ning." Ning Tian exchanged the soul bone for the gold, then turned to the Shi brothers and the others. "These gold soul coins: one million each for the Shi brothers, Yufeng, and Osler, and five hundred thousand for Huang Jia. Any objections?"
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