Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 270 Mutual False Accusations
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Hundreds of Soul King-level arrows flew towards the Clear Sky Hammer.

Just as Tang Hao said, these arrows were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, completely unable to stop the Clear Sky Hammer from falling.

At the same time, Xue Qinghe raised the Angelic Holy Sword in his hand and clashed with Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.

"Oh!"

"Tear!"

The sound of two metal objects colliding began to echo in the suspended place.

"How is this possible!" Tang Hao exclaimed in disbelief.

Han Tao used the photo-recording stone to record the data inside the venue.

Qian Renxue is currently level 69. With the strength of her divine-level martial soul, her level growth alone provides 276 points to her physique and soul power.

Assuming we don't consider the qualitative changes in data generated by Soul Masters above level 95, Tang Hao's top-tier Martial Soul should provide a level growth of 380.

"In fact, besides level growth, physical attributes are also related to bloodline strength."

"Furthermore, the differences in martial spirit strength and soul power quality further narrow the gap between the two."

"But."

"After the Soul Emperor stage comes the process of bloodline tempering; the Soul Saint stage gives birth to the Martial Soul True Body; the Soul Douluo stage reveals the microscopic structure of soul power; and the Title Douluo stage gives birth to the power of flight and mental detection."

Between the martial spirit systems,

At the same stage, the strength of martial souls varies drastically depending on their level.

Even among spirit masters of the same level, the difference between spirit masters at different stages is enormous.

Struck by Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer, Qian Renxue fell to the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"You are not Xue Qinghe, nor are you the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire!"

Tang Hao's tone was cold, and his declarative manner revealed her identity: "Your martial soul is a six-winged angel, isn't it?"

Otherwise, with just this one move, he could have destroyed Xue Qinghe's meridians.

No matter how ridiculous the military formation or how desperately they struggle, they cannot stop my Haotian Hammer.

"Damn it!" Qian Renxue gritted her teeth.

Pure angelic energy surged within her, and the injuries she had sustained were gradually healed.

It was precisely the meridian treatment that Tang San had been longing for, but with the help of a divine-level martial soul and soul power, it was as simple as eating and drinking.

"Tang Hao!"

The Porcupine Douluo then hurriedly arrived.

Outside the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, gemstones shone brightly from different palace locations.

"Has Qinghe encountered some kind of danger?"

Emperor Xueye noticed the gemstone's activation; it was part of the palace's defensive formation, which was usually only triggered in times of crisis.

But the real power of choice lies in one's own hands.

"Yes!" the eunuch replied hastily.

"Just now, a titled Douluo arrived above the palace, attempting to assassinate His Highness the Crown Prince."

Snowy Night, startled and furious: "What?"

He slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair and stood up abruptly.

He hurriedly took out a golden jade seal from his pocket and channeled his soul power to activate its energy.

As the authority was granted, the Heaven Dou Empire's defensive formations began to activate, and a vast and magnificent soul power spread throughout the entire palace.

The photo stone that Han Tao had deliberately placed suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Humph!"

Tang Hao, high in the sky, snorted coldly.

The Haotian Hammer slammed down again, but this time the attack was blocked by a massive defensive formation.

"Tang Hao!"

Xue Qinghe's tone was filled with overwhelming anger; this was her father's killer, a man she would never forget.

My fingers clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my flesh, sending waves of pain through me. But I couldn't worry about that right now. My anger needed to be vented, and in a proper and reasonable way at that.

"Your son killed my brother Xue Beng, and now he wants to assassinate me?"

In an instant, an idea formed in her mind: she needed to use her anger to dispel Tang Hao's doubts about her identity.

So Qian Renxue accused him: "Does your Haotian Hammer intend to wipe out my Tiandou Empire and annex it?"

Tang Hao's face stiffened.

Even though he was powerful, he was unwilling to do anything that would harm the interests of the sect.

"This has nothing to do with the Haotian Sect!"

Tang Hao put on a dignified demeanor and defended himself: "You are not the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire. I assassinated you to expose your true colors and for the sake of justice that is the legacy of the Heaven Dou Empire!"

"Assassinating a usurper is not a crime punishable by the Heavenly Dou Empire!"

"Ridiculous!" Xue Qinghe's expression remained unchanged.

"The power to oversee the country was personally granted by my father, and it is not something that a nobody like you can question."

Tang Hao was very dissatisfied: "Unauthorized personnel?"

"In the Douluo Continent, who doesn't respectfully address me as Haotian Douluo? How dare you call me some nobody?"

"I dare!" A figure walked out from inside the palace.

Emperor Xueye walked very slowly, as if his body had not yet recovered.

His gaze swept over Xue Qinghe, a hint of doubt arising in his heart, but these words coming from Tang Hao's mouth were hard to believe.

Moreover, now is not the time to pursue the truth.

"Haotian Douluo, he really is the famous Haotian Douluo!"

"To assassinate the Crown Prince, and to come up with such a high-sounding excuse, if I'm not mistaken, my son Xue Beng was killed by Tang San, wasn't he?"

Emperor Xueye's expression was extremely calm, but Tang Hao found it difficult to answer his question.

"Humph!"

Tang Hao snorted coldly.

He was, after all, a Title Douluo. According to the Grandmaster's deduction, there was only one Title Douluo in the Heaven Dou Empire, Poison Douluo, who posed no threat whatsoever.

In this world, rules are just for show; ultimately, it is strength that speaks.

"Dai Mubai, you killed him, didn't you?"

Emperor Xueye's questions followed one after another: "Tang San is your son, but the person who recommended Tang San is Tang Yuehua, the master of Yuexuan Pavilion."

"I now have serious doubts about the relationship between you two."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao could no longer remain calm.

Tang Yuehua was a member of the Haotian Sect, a fact that had long been known to everyone, but it was an unspoken rule that had not been mentioned.

However, with Emperor Xueye's explanation, it meant that he could hold Yuexuan Tang Yuehua accountable for her mistakes, thereby making Tang Hao submit.

Yuexuan and Tang Yuehua were like shackles, binding Tang Hao.

Xue Qinghe slowly stepped forward and respectfully addressed him: "Father Emperor!"

"Father Emperor visited Yuexuan some time ago!"

Xueye nodded gently: "Mm!"

In a moment of urgency, he stepped forward slightly and personally explained, "The poison that Father Emperor was afflicted with is a recent event."

"Therefore, I also have reason to suspect whether Yuexuan poisoned Father Emperor?"

Compared to Emperor Xueye, his political acumen was somewhat lacking; such matters should not be discussed by the Crown Prince himself.

Upon hearing this, Serpent Spear Douluo's eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

He moved slightly closer to Xue Qinghe and whispered, "Uphold justice, and don't forget the essence of your martial spirit!"

"I know!" Qian Renxue glanced back indifferently.

Xueye's eyes instantly turned cold as she stared at Tang Hao, her tone as icy as ever: "Did you do this?"

“No!” he said decisively.

"First they killed my son, Xue Beng, then they poisoned me, and then they framed His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Good, very good! As expected of Haotian Douluo, I am very satisfied!"

Emperor Xueye slightly grinned.

His smile was sudden and frivolous, yet beneath that faint smile lay the extreme cruelty of a feudal monarch.

(End of this chapter)