97Chapter 97 Wu Changkong's Change
"Evil Soul Master?"
From the shadows beneath the hood came a low, short laugh that contained endless mockery and wildness.
"Hahahaha...what a joke! What a joke!"
Long Xiao's laughter resonated in the sticky darkness, and countless tiny hummingbirds flapped their wings at the same time, stinging people's eardrums and shaking their hearts.
"There are no evil spirits, only people with evil hearts. This sentence is exactly what I'm talking about, Tang Sect!"
The laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a murderous intent that was colder than the north wind.
"Buzz!"
The tiny, pitch-black hummingbird shadow at the fingertips instantly exploded!
Not disappearing, but decomposing.
It decomposes into tens of thousands of black needle shadows, as thin as cow hair, which are almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.
They are not physical entities, but are composed purely of highly concentrated dark soul power and destructive will.
In an instant, an absolute dark area with a radius of 100 meters suddenly took shape with Long Xiao as the center.
Within the area, light was completely swallowed up and sound was completely isolated, leaving only despairing silence and countless extremely subtle, high-frequency humming sounds of flapping wings.
The two Tang Sect Titled Douluo didn't even have time to unleash their strongest defensive spirit skills. They only felt a black screen before their eyes and lost all five senses.
Then, there was the excruciating pain that penetrated everywhere.
"Uh…"
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"Puff, puff, puff..."
The subtle penetrating sounds were heard frequently, like heavy rain hitting banana leaves.
The battle armor covering their bodies was as fragile as paper in front of those dark needle shadows thinner than a hair.
The needle shadows ignored physical defense, directly penetrated the soul shield, penetrated the battle armor, penetrated the skin and flesh, and madly drilled into their meridians, bones, and even invaded the sea of spirituality.
Every penetration took away a trace of life, leaving behind a cold, dark erosion with a strong annihilation attribute.
Their bodies were suspended in mid-air by countless invisible threads, twitching and twisting violently. Their surfaces were instantly covered with dense blood spots, which then expanded and turned into splattering blood mist.
The soul power clashed and disintegrated wildly in the body, making a dull explosion.
A dignified Titled Douluo, in this absolutely dark swarm of bees, was like a moth caught in a spider web, unable to even struggle properly, and could only passively endure the pain of being tortured to death.
"Too weak."
Long Xiao didn't even move. He simply raised his right index finger, where the hummingbird's shadow was hovering.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Two black rays, darker than the night and faster than lightning, shot out silently from his fingertips.
The black light is as thin as a gossamer, but its front end is condensed with extremely sharp light.
It was the shape of the tip of the hummingbird's phantom beak.
The two beak spikes seemed to ignore the barriers of space. The moment they appeared, they had already nailed the eyebrows of the two Titled Douluo who were struggling painfully in the field with incredible precision.
"Well!"
The two men trembled violently, as if they were under a spell of immobilization, and all the twitching and howling stopped abruptly.
Between the eyebrows, a black dot so tiny that it was almost invisible appeared.
The next moment, two balls of thick and sticky dark energy, which seemed to be able to devour all light, suddenly erupted from the black spot between their eyebrows without any warning.
Like two flowers of death blooming in silence, dark energy instantly swept over their bodies, frantically devouring and destroying their remaining soul power, vitality, and even spiritual imprints.
The battle armor on their bodies shattered into pieces and turned into ashes.
The body was like a rotten wood that had been drained of all moisture. It quickly shriveled and carbonized under the impact of the dark energy, and eventually turned into two puffs of black dust that drifted in the wind.
From the time Long Xiao's three-word battle armor's domain unfolded to the time the dust settled, the entire process took only a few breaths.
The two Tang Clan Titled Douluo who were powerful enough to dominate the Douluo Continent both died in front of the Super Douluo, Dark Hummingbird Long Xiao.
Titled Douluo?
ants.
Long Xiao also specially left behind a Titled Douluo.
The middle-aged man struggled to raise his head and witnessed the horrific scene of his companions turning into ashes in an instant, his eyes filled with extreme fear and resentment.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of dirty blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and roared with his last bit of strength:
"Dark Hummingbird, this matter...we in the Tang Sect...will never let it go like this!!!"
"You, a wicked evil spirit master, dare to set your sights on us Tang Sect members? You are simply courting death!"
"Wait until we, the Tang Sect, settle the accounts. Hey, do you really think that just because you're a Super Douluo, the Spirit Pagoda will protect you?"
The roar was shrill, but it couldn't hide the weakness inside.
Long Xiao slowly lowered his finger, and the tiny hummingbird shadow on his fingertips condensed again, with the tip of its beak still dripping with the crimson color that symbolized death.
The shadow under his hood turned to the source of the voice, and his hoarse voice was cold and without a trace of emotion:
"I also say this to you, Tang Sect. If you dare to reach out again... I will bury as many as you dare."
The cold words seemed to be delivering the final judgment.
Upon hearing this, the seriously injured Tang Clan elder didn't dare to stay any longer. He activated some secret technique, but a cloud of blood mist exploded from his body. He turned into a dim blood light and fled at an astonishing speed, disappearing into the depths of the ruined academy buildings.
The thick darkness that enveloped the academy receded like a tide, and the sunlight shone again, but it could not dispel the smell of blood and the heart-pounding breath of destruction that permeated the air.
Long Xiao then slowly turned around and his eyes fell on Wu Changkong who was supported by Long Bing.
Wu Zhangkong's face was as pale as paper and his breath was weak, but his eyes still looked stubbornly and complicatedly at his future father-in-law who had just displayed terrifying strength.
"Hey, kid." Long Xiao's voice lost its cold murderous intent, and instead carried a touch of the helplessness and bluntness of an elder. "Those mad dogs of the Tang Sect have already deemed you a traitor and are eager to grind you to dust. Why are you still clinging to that shabby place?"
"If my daughter hadn't begged me so hard today, you and your precious students would have lost your life right here."
He raised his chin and pointed at Tang Wulin, Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan, who were still in shock and had pale faces.
"Even if you don't care about your own life, you should at least think about what will happen to my daughter in the future? And the other three."
Long Xiao's eyes swept over the three young boys and girls.
"Today, the Tang Sect can directly break into the academy to capture you and force them to join. Tomorrow, they can use even more despicable means."
"This Donghai City, or even the entire Tiandou area, is no longer safe for them."
Wu Zhangkong's body trembled slightly. He looked down at Long Bing, who was clutching his arm tightly with tears in her eyes, and then at Tang Wulin and the other two, whose faces were filled with worry and expressions of having survived a disaster.
The cold reality was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the last trace of his fantasy and unrealistic persistence towards the Tang Sect.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, which affected the wound and caused him to let out a suppressed groan.
When he opened his eyes again, the struggle and depression in them had been replaced by a clarity that was almost resolute.
"...I understand." Wu Zhangkong's voice was hoarse and tired, but it carried a sense of relief that everything had settled. "I'll go with you."
He looked at Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan, his tone unquestionable:
"You, can't stay here anymore."