Chapter 262: Tang Hao's Accidental Killing of Yu Luomian
"A dignified Spirit Douluo, attacking ordinary disciples—don't you find that a bit beneath you?"
A cool, mocking voice echoed across the battlefield, accompanied by a surge of menacing, corrupt energy.
The temperature dropped sharply as a pitch-black vortex opened in the air above.
Before Yu Luomian's raging lightning could strike the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples, the black hole pulled it in by force.
Evil energy swirled with lightning, forming a violent storm that tore through the sky in a spectacular display.
Everyone froze in place, staring in shock at the figure slowly approaching through the haze.
Luo Ling walked leisurely to the center of the battlefield. The moment Tang San saw him, fury ignited in his eyes, burning like a wildfire.
Enemies meeting face to face—blood boiled. Tang San couldn't forget Luo Ling's identity: the Spirit Trickster.
It had been Luo Ling who publicly humiliated him in the Soto City Great Spirit Arena, who had sneered about taking his Xuantian Treasure Record.
Now Tang San finally understood his meaning.
Luo Ling must possess the ability to peer into others' memories. The hidden weapons in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—and those that appeared at the Heaven Dou auction—had to be the result of Luo Ling stealing his designs from the Xuantian Treasure Record!
"Luo Ling!" Tang San's furious roar echoed across the battlefield.
Even the battles raging in the skies paused for a heartbeat as everyone heard the voice, dripping with hate.
Tang Xiao, Twin Sky Sect's master, had heard rumors of Luo Ling's unmatched strength—but this was his first time seeing the man in person.
At Tang San's feet, blue-silver grass burst forth madly. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—six spirit rings rose one after another.
His newly obtained sixth ring gleamed brilliantly.
It came from the twenty-five-thousand-year Wood Vine Treant, granting his Blue Silver Grass tremendous vitality.
"Sixth Spirit Skill—Savage Growth!"
In an instant, the Blue Silver Grass surged across the battlefield. Venomous vines lashed toward Luo Ling, while others wove into deadly weapons—daggers, flying blades, even spears.
With this new power of wild growth, he unleashed the true potential of a plant-type spirit: limitless transformation.
He wove vine-blades and spear-like tendrils through the air, each following unpredictable trajectories, their combined might awe-inspiring.
For the first time, Tang San realized how foolish Yu Xiaogang's training plan truly was.
Forcing a plant-type spirit to absorb beast-type rings might add versatility—but it crippled its innate strengths.
It raised the floor, but lowered the ceiling.
Even so, his power now drew shocked gazes from every direction. Yet Luo Ling remained utterly calm.
After all, Tang San's current growth owed much to him—the idea to strengthen the Blue Silver Grass's life energy had been Luo Ling's suggestion.
"Now you see, don't you?" Luo Ling said coolly as toxic vines and weapons surged toward him. "Yu Xiaogang was always a useless fraud."
The evil energy surrounding Luo Ling flared; the Blue Silver weapons dissolved before they even touched him.
"The so-called 'Ten Core Theories of Spirit Masters' were stolen works. Yes, plant spirits can absorb beast rings—but that's just his ignorance wrapped in false theories. You were never his disciple, Tang San—you were his experiment."
His voice was calm, but its weight crushed like a hammer. Among the crowd, Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen with humiliation.
His reputation had long been ruined—Luo Ling was merely twisting the knife.
Above, Tang Xiao fought Sword Douluo Chen Xin while watching the ground below.
Suddenly, he spoke through an unseen transmission to a hidden ally:
"Hao, forget Ning Fengzhi—kill Luo Ling first!"
Hidden among the shadows, Tang Hao hesitated. Of the six Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect, he had remained concealed to strike at the critical moment.
Now Tang Xiao was ordering him to attack Luo Ling.
Tang Hao hesitated for several seconds, wary of Luo Ling's strange powers—but finally obeyed.
Luo Ling's martial spirit and skills were shrouded in mystery—his ability to vanish made him nearly unkillable. If there was any chance, it had to be one fatal blow.
Meanwhile, Tang San stood silent, shaken by Luo Ling's words. To him, Yu Xiaogang had always been like a father. Maybe he was a failure—but a teacher was still a teacher.
As Tang San and the Blue Lightning Clan renewed their assault on Luo Ling, Yu Luomian also joined the fray, leading the remaining warriors in a desperate charge.
This time, their offensive was cautious. After witnessing Luo Ling's fight against Yu Yuanzhen in the Star Dou Forest, none dared underestimate him.
The Shadowed Abyss expanded wildly, devouring loose spirit power, killing intent, even life energy itself.
Preoccupied with the battle before them, none noticed the silent, swirling black hole overhead.
When Luo Ling was momentarily pinned by Tang San's assault, Tang Hao struck.
From the darkness, he swung the Clear Sky Hammer with full force—deploying the Great Sumeru Hammer!
Feeling the pressure closing in, Luo Ling smiled darkly.
The black vortex above him roared to life, its suction dragging Tang San and the others around Luo Ling.
In one swift motion, Luo Ling seized Yu Luomian and pulled him in front of himself like a human shield.
At the same time, the black hole released all its gathered energy in one blinding surge.
The power within rivaled a Titled Douluo's full strength.
The Great Sumeru Hammer collided with the force of the Shadowed Abyss.
Caught dead center between both attacks, Yu Luomian's eyes went blank with terror. How could a peak Spirit Douluo survive the clash of two Titled Douluo-level strikes?
"Luo Ling! If I die, you're coming with me!" Yu Luomian roared, striking back with every ounce of lightning energy he had, his bolt exploding across Luo Ling's body.
A wave of dark energy rippled—but Luo Ling's body shimmered, turning translucent before flickering like a ghostly image.
Yu Luomian froze, stunned.
How could a human body… move like that?
Realization struck him like thunder. His face went pale.
"You're not the real one?" he shouted in disbelief.
At that exact moment, Tang Hao's massive hammer and the energy of the Shadowed Abyss met.
"Stop, Tang Hao!"
Yu Yuanzhen's horrified cry came from the sky—but it was too late.
Boom!
The explosion tore through the battlefield, leveling every structure nearby. A shockwave of spirit power swept out, leaving ruin and dust in its wake.
(END CHAPTER)
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