Whoosh*
Just then, the Domain of the Source of Destruction opened wide.
In an instant, a brilliant purple light shone.
Before countless shocked eyes, all of Tang San's countless hidden weapons vanished within five meters of Chen Changfeng. To Dugu Bo's surprise, even the Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Dart failed to explode.
Dugu Bo knew the power of the Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Dart.
But it had no effect whatsoever?
Besides providing Chen Changfeng with unconditional access to divine skills, the Source of Destruction's other abnormal attribute was that it could destroy all physical, energy, and mental attacks within its domain for those with lower soul power.
Tang San went mad.
This was the first time in his life he had completely lost control.
Before, no matter what he faced, he could always deal with it calmly, which was the way of life recorded in the Xuan Tian Treasure Record.
Once, at level 40, Shi Nian, a level 70 Soul Saint from Canghui Academy, wanted to kill him, but ultimately died a miserable death under his Yama's Decree.
But now, even a saint would go mad.
Tang Hao was dead.
And he was nailed to the angel statue under the watchful eyes of countless people.
How could Tang San not go mad?
But facing all his trump cards destroyed in the air, he was afraid—not psychologically, but a tremor from the depths of his soul, a tremor that was completely uncontrollable.
Chen Changfeng stopped, a slight smile playing on his usually cold lips.
Just as Ning Fengzhi had been wise, his purpose wasn't merely to take the life of this 100,000-year-old soul beast and Tang Hao, but to use them as bait to eliminate all the potential threats to the Spirit Hall. Moreover, Chen Changfeng knew that Tang San would make a move, and those who cared about Tang San would also act.
So, the only option was to settle scores.
Turning around, Chen Changfeng was now less than thirty meters away from Tang San, one step per second, one meter per second. This short distance felt like death itself was beckoning to Tang San.
Just then,
Tang San suddenly raised his hand and slammed it against his chest.
With a "poof," Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, but his right hand simply disappeared into the blood. A strange scene unfolded. The pale gold in the blood vanished, leaving only a small, transparent droplet of water in Tang San's hand. His right hand had now completely turned jade-colored.
Tang San's gaze suddenly became devout, and the blue-gold light of the Sea God abruptly receded, replaced by a surge of white mist that burst forth from his body, forming three enormous white mist flowers that condensed above his head. With a wave of his right hand, using that single droplet of water as a guide, all the mist instantly contracted, completely shrinking into that single droplet, turning it a crystalline milky white.
No one present saw how Tang San moved; the next second, the white droplet had vanished silently from his right hand. At
that very moment,
Chen Changfeng, approaching him, narrowed his eyes, his massive Staff of Destruction appearing before him. A powerful shockwave reverberated. The Staff of Destruction emitted a piercing hum, causing everyone to involuntarily gasp. Tang San's attack was incredibly powerful. Even a Title Douluo sensed the danger emanating from that water droplet. If caught off guard, a Title Douluo would have been severely injured, and even a non-defensive Title Douluo would likely have suffered. This defied logic! Logic? Chen Changfeng was even more illogical. "How is this possible!" Tang San stared wide-eyed at the unharmed Chen Changfeng, his face filled with disbelief. "You couldn't have dodged my attack!" "Tang Sect's Number One, Guanyin's Tears." Chen Changfeng remained expressionless, coldly saying, "Tang San, have you used all your trump cards? It's a pity you're still too weak; you don't deserve to die by my hand." The moment Chen Changfeng uttered "Guanyin's Tears," Tang San shuddered, fear spreading through him. He even knew the name of his hidden weapon! How could this not be terrifying? No one on the Douluo Continent should know his hidden weapons, especially those involving manual techniques. It was impossible! At this moment, Chen Changfeng was already within thirty meters of Tang San.
"Tang San!"
Chen Changfeng sneered, his eyes suddenly turning sharp. "Do you know that you are the original sin of everything?"
"If you really want to die, I can grant your wish."
Immediately afterward, Tang San's legs twisted in an exaggerated posture, followed by a crisp cracking sound. Then came his arms and his chest, which collapsed at a visible speed.
A miserable, agonizing scream echoed throughout the entire Spirit Plaza.
Broken bones and tendons!
Even a Title Douluo would probably find it unbearable.
Let alone a Soul Master.
The piercing scream sent chills down the spines of everyone present.
"Stop!!!"
Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, his eyes bloodshot and his body trembling, stared at Bibi Dong on the high platform. "Your Holiness, Tang Hao is dead. This can be considered a clean break from the grudges with the Spirit Hall that have lasted for over a decade. But the harm shouldn't extend to his wife and children. Does the Spirit Hall intend to exterminate them all?"
Bibi
Dong hesitated, suddenly remembering Yu Xiaogang's warning: if anything happened to Tang San, he would destroy the Spirit Hall at all costs. He had no children of his own; Tang San was like a son to him.
Seeing Grandmaster Yu's furious figure, the indifference in Bibi Dong's eyes vanished, a hint of reluctance flashing across them. She raised her foot, seemingly wanting to step forward and stop Chen Changfeng, but ultimately stopped herself.
Because she saw a pair of purple eyes filled with murderous intent.
Bibi Dong's gaze froze.
She thought to herself, "Xiaogang, I can only do my best to ensure your safety now. In public, I have no way to intervene."
The Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall had a nominal, sworn enemy.
Moreover, even as the Pope, she couldn't stop the Spirit Hall's elders from acting on their own. She hoped the elders understood her predicament.
Seeing Bibi Dong's indifference,
Grandmaster's pupils contracted slightly, a trace of pain welling in his eyes.
He turned and suddenly smiled, exchanging a glance with Liu Erlong and Flander. The Golden Iron Triangle simultaneously raised their right hands. In an instant, brilliant golden light rose from the sky, its surging radiance instantly outlining a dazzling golden triangle in the air.
"We old folks aren't dead yet, how can we just watch the young one die before our eyes?"
"Tang San is from Shrek Academy."
Yu Xiaogang's gaze, resolute, finally fell upon Bibi Dong on the platform. "I absolutely cannot abandon him!"
This sentence
seemed to be a reminder to Bibi Dong.
No matter the outcome, he was determined to take Tang San with him.
"Yu Xiaogang."
Chen Changfeng's gaze suddenly sharpened. He stared at the Grandmaster and said coldly, "Do you want to die too?"
As he spoke, Chen Changfeng looked up at Bibi Dong on the high platform.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. Isn't Yu Xiaogang a perfect useless soul master? On one hand, he hates the Spirit Hall, and on the other hand, he acts as an elder everywhere.
He thought to himself, "Bibi Dong, you love-struck fool! Yu Xiaogang dares to act so recklessly here.
It's all because you spoiled him. He knows you'll save
him no matter what.
Bibi Dong, you're truly despicable! " (End of Chapter)