Whether it was Qian Renxue or Bibi Dong, both were coughing up blood now, seemingly gravely injured. It was hard to believe that even fighting two against one, they had been completely overwhelmed.
After all, both of them had already ascended to godhood, while Yang Xiong had not yet become a god. If Yang Xiong were to ascend, he could potentially dominate the entire world effortlessly.
Qian Renxue's eyes revealed a hint of despair. Her God Position as the Angel God was now complete; she had become the most perfect Angel God, with little difference from the Ancestral Angel God herself.
Yet in such a short time, she had once again been defeated by Yang Xiong—and this time, the defeat was even more devastating than before. Though Yang Xiong had emerged victorious in their last battle, it had been a pyrrhic victory, leaving both sides heavily wounded.
"This can't be possible! How could you have grown so strong in such a short time?"
On the other hand, Bibi Dong's expression shifted unpredictably. She seemed to recall something and even revealed a strange smile.
"Yang Xiong, no matter how strong you are, you're still just a mortal. Your soul power level is ultimately inferior to that of a true God."
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue exchanged glances and transformed into golden and black figures respectively, charging toward Yang Xiong once more.
Yang Xiong's eyes revealed a trace of disdain as he prepared to meet them head-on. Even Tang San joined the battlefield at this moment.
The four-way battle was extraordinarily brutal. The entire Jialing Pass seemed to tremble under the impact, and everyone else lost the will to continue fighting.
Even the aftershocks of their battle could instantly kill ordinary people. Even Title Douluo-level experts were preparing to retreat from the battlefield.
Especially now, Bibi Dong was entirely focused on battling Yang Xiong and had no attention left for the formation, significantly reducing its oppressive effect on ordinary people.
Just as Yang Xiong was fully clashing with Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, his mind suddenly stirred, sensing something unusual.
Before Yang Xiong could react, a peculiar presence seemed to approach him from behind. No matter how quickly he moved his body, there was no way to evade it.
In his spiritual awareness, Yang Xiong vaguely saw Tang San—especially Tang San's hand, which now held a special droplet of water. Using this droplet as a catalyst, it transformed into three white misty flowers. All the mist rapidly converged, fusing completely into the droplet, turning it into a crystalline milky-white color.
Since Tang San had launched this sudden attack, even Yang Xiong couldn't react in time. Though he shifted his body slightly, it was ultimately unavoidable.
The droplet struck Yang Xiong's abdomen. Despite his terrifying physical resilience, having trained his body to be as tough as steel, the droplet pierced through his defenses and struck him directly.
At the same moment, Tang San and Qian Renxue also launched their attacks. Qian Renxue's Angelic Holy Sword and Bibi Dong's giant pincers, transformed from her hands, struck Yang Xiong simultaneously.
In that instant, Yang Xiong endured attacks from all three opponents. His body was sent flying hundreds of meters, and his aura plummeted sharply. However, at the critical moment, he not only withstood their combined assault but also unleashed a terrifying burst of energy, using his hands to forcefully repel Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.
This sudden turn of events in the sky shocked everyone. No one had expected Tang San to suddenly attack Yang Xiong. From the looks of it, the three of them had acted with incredible coordination in that split second—it was utterly inconceivable.
Compared to the others, Yang Xiong appeared particularly battered.
His body bore three grotesque wounds. Two were on his abdomen, and one was on his right hand, each exposing bone.
One of the wounds was incredibly sharp and smooth, with a peculiar flame-like energy within it, almost as if it carried purifying power—this was caused by Qian Renxue's Angelic Holy Sword.
The other two wounds were jagged and uneven, inflicted by Bibi Dong's giant pincers. These wounds emitted a faint black mist, likely infused with the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor's venom. Yang Xiong could feel his blood and soul power being drained in that instant.
Bibi Dong seemed to have planned this carefully, deliberately targeting his wrist. His right hand had grown limp, unable to grip his sword as firmly as before.
The most severe wound was the piercing injury, which looked as though his body had exploded. This was caused by Tang San's mysterious droplet. The droplet seemed capable of piercing anything, ignoring defenses entirely—even Yang Xiong's iron-like skin had been penetrated.
Once inside his body, the droplet detonated. Fortunately, Yang Xiong's body, honed through relentless training, far surpassed that of ordinary soul masters at his level. Had it been a regular Title Douluo or even a Limit Douluo, the attack might have killed them outright.
Yang Xiong now seemed unable to withstand the blow. Blood flowed from his mouth, shockingly golden like Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong's, rather than red.
Yang Xiong wiped away the blood, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at Tang San: "Tang San, what do you mean by this? You're actually cooperating with Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue? Aren't you sworn enemies?"
Tang San's demeanor turned eerily aloof, his face defiant: "Hahaha, Yang Xiong, what I despise most is your attitude—your sanctimonious facade. You always act as if you don't care about anything, always pretending to be righteous. Have you ever considered what others think? Do you realize that what you consider right may actually be forcing others into submission? You're nothing but a hypocrite."
"I may have grudges with Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, but I understand your nature better than they do. After all, I've known you for years. With your domineering personality, once you've dealt with Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, you'll undoubtedly come after me."
"As for the hatred you mentioned—the murder of my father—I'll eventually tear Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong apart. But before that, I must eliminate the biggest obstacle: you."
Yang Xiong's gaze grew icy: "Tang San, I've always considered you just an ordinary classmate, with no personal ties or conflicts of interest. Why would you suddenly attack me? Are you not afraid of the entire battlefield collapsing?"
As Yang Xiong said, the battle at Jialing Pass had already taken a heavy toll on both the Hao Tian Sect and the Body Sect. Especially after Bibi Dong unleashed her undead legion, the situation had become perilous, teetering on the brink of collapse at any moment.
Tang San sneered: "You needn't worry about that. Don't assume you're the only one with plans. My Hao Tian Sect won't be crushed so easily, nor will it perish in this battle. You should worry about yourself."
As Tang San said, Yang Xiong's current condition looked dire. The attacks from the three of them had been unexpected, and he had endured them solely through his physical resilience.
Now, multiple forces seemed to be colliding within Yang Xiong's body, refusing to harmonize. The venom from the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor clung to him like a parasite.
The most severe damage, however, came from Tang San's attack. That mysterious weapon had inflicted catastrophic harm.
Yang Xiong seemed unwilling to accept this: "Are you really attacking me just because of this petty conflict?"
Tang San's eyes gleamed with ferocity.
"Yang Xiong, don't think others don't know what you've done. I'm fully aware."
"When I painstakingly built the Tang Sect, it was your early recruitment of the Four Single-Attribute Clans that weakened it. If not for you, the Tang Sect wouldn't have been so feeble when facing the attack from the Tian Dou Imperial Family."
"Moreover, you knew all along that Qian Renxue was impersonating Prince Xue Qinghe. Yet you never told anyone, allowing me to foolishly contribute hidden weapons and cooperate with Xue Qinghe, prematurely exposing their power. That's why the Tang Sect was annihilated. You're the reason I lost it, and I can't allow your Body Sect to continue thriving."
Yang Xiong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and let out a maniacal laugh.
"How interesting. Truly fascinating. Tang San, I've always known your character and ambitions, which is why I avoided associating with you. But I never specifically targeted you or the Hao Tian Sect. It seems I've underestimated you after all."
Tang San chuckled: "Yang Xiong, you've done more than underestimate me. Since we became classmates, you've never given me a second glance. No matter how hard I worked to grow stronger, I could only watch as you stayed ahead of me. Naturally, I couldn't accept that."
"Who would have thought I'd finally catch you off guard? And this small opening will lead to your utter destruction—even costing you your life."
Yang Xiong's expression turned cold: "Tang San, do you really think you're strong enough to kill me? Are you overestimating yourself?"
Tang San sneered: "Though the Tang Sect has fallen, what I used against you is its ultimate hidden weapon: Guanyin's Tear. It ignores all defenses and never misses its mark."
"Yang Xiong, Guanyin's Tear is my final trump card—a weapon capable of slaying gods. No matter how strong you are, you're still just a mortal now. You're not a god. Now that you've been struck by Guanyin's Tear, prepare to die."
As Tang San said, compared to Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue's external attacks, Guanyin's Tear had penetrated deep into Yang Xiong's body, detonating internally and causing even greater harm than external strikes.
The massive hole in Yang Xiong's back was now gushing blood, staining his clothes crimson.
------------------------------------------------------
Join my Patreon to read an exclusive novel – 'Douluo: Rebuilding Hao Tian Sect'
40+ Chapters Ahead: patreon.com/EphemeralShadow
There's something for free patrons too! Free Patrons receive 1 chapter in advance :)