Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 166 Bloodline

"Bandaging?"

Dugu Yan was curious.

Even Ye Lingling was very curious.

It's normal that there's no concept of disinfection on the Douluo Continent, because of the differences in the underlying structure of this world. Perhaps there are no viruses here?
However, the lack of understanding of bandaging and hemostasis is somewhat absurd.

"The blood has stained the entire ground dark red!"

"One can imagine how much blood Yu Tianheng lost. If he weren't a Soul Master, how could he have survived such injuries?"

Han Tao immediately raised a question.

Yu Tianheng's breathing and heartbeat were extremely weak, and his face was as white as a sheet of paper, as if all the blood circulating in his body had been drained away.

Ye Lingling asked anxiously, "Then what should we do?"

At this moment, Han Tao hesitated and wavered.

"Speak!" Dugu Yan urged anxiously.

After a long silence, Han Tao finally uttered two words.

"Blood transfusion!"

"A blood transfusion?" Dugu Yan asked.

"Whose blood can I use? Can I use mine?"

Han Tao shook his head: "No way!"

On the Douluo Continent, blood is not composed of blood type, but of bloodline!
Bloodline influences martial spirit and a soul master's talent.
"Yu Tianheng's martial soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, therefore, only the bloodline of a soul master with the same martial soul can be transferred to him!"

Han Tao's gaze left Yu Tianheng's face, who was lying on the ground, and suddenly turned to Ye Lingling.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Lingling asked.

Han Tao smiled, and his Soul Bone Technique was quietly activated, creating the "Illusionary Space".

The thought network was completed, and the idea was transmitted to Ye Lingling's mind: "This is good material!"

"Materials for experimenting on the effects of bloodlines on a Soul Master's physique!"

Upon hearing Han Tao's opinion, Ye Lingling nodded involuntarily.

So, Han Tao turned his gaze to Dugu Yan again and spoke in a calm tone:
"We have two things to do now. One is to help Yu Tianheng remove the toxins, and I can do that!"

The venom of the Human-Faced Demon Spider is precisely the correct evolution of Han Tao's Blue Silver Grass, and can be absorbed by his Martial Soul.

Han Tao summoned his martial soul: "Blue Silver Grass!"

Gently making a small incision on Yu Tianheng's body, the microscopic devouring power quietly activated, precisely extracting the venom of the human-faced demon spider and turning it into nourishment for the evolution of his martial soul!

"The Eight Spider Lances Soul Bone originates from the venom of the Human-Faced Demon Spider, an external soul bone."

It was visible to the naked eye that the Blue Silver Grass had evolved a little bit more, but it still hadn't undergone a qualitative change.

The strength of the martial soul still falls into the category of intermediate martial souls, with a growth base of 0.9 (0.7 + Guzhu 0.2).

"Thank you!" Dugu Yan expressed her gratitude.

"Ye Lingling!"

Han Tao shouted again.

The Blue Silver Grass gently cut open Yu Tianheng's skin, absorbing the toxins while also causing blood to seep out, and he could no longer withstand the damage.

"Third Soul Skill, Vitality!"

The nine-hearted begonia emitted a dazzling light, and the tiny wounds gradually healed.

Ye Lingling intended to continue using her soul skills, but Han Tao immediately interrupted her, saying, "That's enough!"

"Save your soul energy, we have more big tasks ahead!"

Just then, a booming voice came from afar: "Who's bullying my granddaughter?"

Before your eyes, a figure enveloped in endless emerald green falls from the sky.

His true form gradually revealed itself: an old man dressed in a green robe, with a sinister face, whose powerful spiritual energy swept across the entire area.

"Grandpa!" Dugu Yan immediately called out.

"It was him! He ambushed me with a hidden weapon. If the captain hadn't blocked the attack, I might not be where I am today!"

Dugu Yan pointed at Tang San, her voice sharp and mournful.

"What."

Tang San was filled with rage when he saw the newcomer! He recognized this Title Douluo; it was the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, who had humiliated the Grandmaster and threatened him to hand over the secret technique!
"Poison Douluo, you deserve to die!"

Tang San felt regret, not for his actions, but for his lack of decisiveness!

If I had known earlier that Dugu Yan was the granddaughter of Poison Douluo, I would never have simply taught her a lesson. Instead, I should have used a carefully prepared poison on Dugu Yan.

Let Poison Douluo taste what it's like to be threatened!

"It's you!"

Dugu Bo clearly recognized Tang San, his tone tinged with surprise.

"They actually dared to retaliate; they must not be allowed to live!"

Tang San's sneak attack on Dugu Yan was like revenge against Poison Douluo.

For a titled Douluo, there is no patience to understand the truth. In Dugu Bo's eyes, Tang San's true intentions have never mattered. As long as I think so, then you deserve to die!
Fueled by rage, the Title Douluo's aura erupted without reservation.

It completely engulfed Tang San's body!

"Oh!"

Tang San knelt on the ground, crimson blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Eight Spider Lances, deploy!"

Eight sharp spider spears extended from Tang San's back, pressing against the ground and supporting his body.

A level 38 Soul Master is ultimately too weak; even with the support of an external Soul Bone, he cannot withstand the aura of a Title Douluo.

"Clear Sky Hammer!" In the face of life and death, Tang San could no longer hold back and summoned his second spirit.

"Haotian Sect?"

The appearance of this martial soul made Poison Douluo take it seriously.

"You're actually a member of the Clear Sky Sect!" Poison Douluo was quite surprised, but his eyes turned cold: "Then I can't let you go even more!"

"Third Soul Skill, Azure Phosphorous Devour!"

The Azure Phosphorus Serpent King opened its bright red mouth, its two venomous fangs flashing with a dark light, like a ghost in the night, and pounced on Tang San, ready to tear at his neck.

"Blue silver entanglement!"

"Spider web binding!"

Tang San wasn't made of dough either; two spirit rings lit up instantly, and two control-type spirit skills were used to try and entangle and block the attack of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent King.

Upon seeing Poison Douluo's attack, Yu Xiaogang, despite his deep fear, resolutely summoned his martial soul: "Luo Sanpao!"

"First Soul Skill: Farting Like Thunder - Heaven-Shattering Earth-Splitting Three Cannons!"

Han Tao quietly hid behind Dugu Yan.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were like two overconfident children trying to provoke an adult, making a desperate struggle using all sorts of methods.

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With the Golden Trio assembled, they could actually resist Dugu Bo's offensive!

However, the Golden Iron Triangle has been cut off, completely losing the possibility of spirit fusion!
The Azure Serpent King, a top-tier martial soul, could easily bully two weaklings below level 40.

The Azure Phosphorus Devourer pierced through Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao, severed Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, and stabbed fiercely towards Tang San's chest.

"Ghostly!"

Tang San circulated his soul power within his body, his figure shifting like a ghost, barely dodging the soul skill.

But
A titled Douluo is still a titled Douluo; with his remaining soul power, he severed half of the Eight Spider Lances!
"Ah!" Tang San screamed in agony.

The soul bone was severed, just like the bones were peeled off.

And just then...
"act recklessly!"

A heavy sound came from the horizon, like a mighty roar, with an overwhelming force.

The scarlet color rapidly eroded the turquoise, turning everything in sight an endless crimson.

"This is... the Domain of the God of Slaughter!"

Han Tao immediately recognized this macro structure and, without the slightest hesitation, quietly and slowly retreated.

Everyone's attention was focused on the center of the battlefield; no one paid any attention to him, this insignificant nobody.
Poison Douluo raised his head, and before him stood a massive hammer. His tone was solemn: "Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao!"

"Father!" Tang San called out affectionately.

"Poison Douluo, as a Title Douluo, isn't it inappropriate for you to attack a junior?"

Tang Hao's tone was cold and stern, and he held the Haotian Hammer in his palm, ready to strike.

(End of this chapter)