Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 433 Killing

Zhu Qi pondered for a long time.

for a long time,

With a determined look in his eyes and steady steps, he turned and left.

She didn't even say goodbye to Han Tao; her expression was full of dejection, frustration, disappointment, and sorrow.
"So, this is your choice?"

Gazing at his receding figure, Han Tao suddenly asked a question.

Zhu Qi replied without turning his head:
“Master, I grew up in Bamboo Village, and I can’t abandon the villagers I used to live with.”

"Since you are unwilling to help me rescue them, I have no choice but to go alone, even though it may be a journey of no return."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head.

Knowing full well that this trip was a pointless suicide mission, he still abandoned reason because of the enemy's bargaining chips. This is so unlike him, and so unlike Han Tao.

We traversed the dark depths of the earth's veins and crossed the thick, poisonous barrier of the Sunset Forest.

When Zhu Qi raised her eyes again, she saw two familiar figures: Sword Douluo and Han Tao.

"Sword Douluo?"

Chen Xin sighed: "Han Tao, do you need me to help you?"

"Need not!"

Han Tao shook his head.

He drew a sharp longsword from within the soul tool, his tone silent.

"Zhu Qi, going to Haotian Sect will surely mean certain death."

“If you go, you will only become a bargaining chip for Tang San to threaten me, and you may also expose the characteristics of ‘Guzhu’.”

The century-old Guzhu Soul Bone and the Guzhu Origin Soul Ring provide an additional 0.3 growth base.

Without considering soul skills, in terms of numerical value, it is equivalent to 3 hundred-thousand-year soul rings and 3 hundred-thousand-year soul bones.

"Since the end result is death anyway, I might as well die by my master's hand. This will not tarnish my Dao heart, after all, I have never upheld the banner of justice."

Han Tao smiled dismissively: "I am neither Qian Renxue nor Tang San!"

"master."

Zhu Qi struggled and retreated.

But he knew it was pointless; he would never be able to leave Sunset Forest.

The sword's edge is stained with blood.

Falling to the ground, rushing towards death, Zhu Qi's life was as insignificant as the blue silver grass by the roadside, scattered by the wind.

Pick up a new white dove and, with a quill pen, record the message.

"Tell Tang San that I will not be threatened, nor can I be threatened. Trying to coerce Soul Masters with the help of the weak masses? Such tactics are meaningless to me!"

Sword Douluo sighed again: "Let's go!"

Although Han Tao acted without the slightest hesitation, Chen Xin could still sense a deep and enduring sorrow in his eyes.

Is Zhuqi an experimental subject?

Perhaps so, but "humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings?" As Han Tao's first disciple, how could he be as cold-hearted as he appeared?
"It's not his fault, and it's not your fault either!"

"It can only be said that Tang San's methods were too despicable!"

Sword Douluo's tone was low.

Immediately, he led Han Tao back to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.

"Failed?"

Looking towards the white doves flying in from the sky.

Tang San removed the letter from its foot and learned that Zhu Qi had died. He couldn't help but scoff at it with contempt.

"As expected of Han Tao, the evil soul master, he truly deserves the title!"

"Look at that, he actually killed his own disciple to avoid being blackmailed by me?"

"Hahahaha, only someone with absolutely no morals or righteousness could do such a thing!"

Tang San, in the guise of a victor, arrogantly and frivolously mocked.

He took the Bloody Mary from the guard and sniffed it carefully for a long time, reminiscing about the scent of "Dew of the Underworld" on it.

He took a sip, then his eyes grew even more fierce.

"Yes, Tang San!"

"I swear, I will never be like Han Tao. At least between you and me, we are as close as father and son!"

He picked up the letter, flicked the gold soul coins he had just received from the Spirit Hall, watched them shimmer in the sunlight, and began to write a sickeningly sentimental tale.

Tang San smiled with satisfaction: "What a pity."

"Zhu Qi, you haven't met a good master, unlike me who met a great master!" "People's luck can't be generalized, hahahahahaha!"

Then he turned his gaze to the back and saw many villagers from Bamboo Village inside the Haotian Sect.

He pointed behind him, his tone suddenly becoming fierce and vicious: "Now that Zhu Qi is dead, you have lost your value."

Inside Zhujie Village, the village chief stepped forward shakily.

"Soul Master, what game would you like to play?"

The village chief's physique, tone, and appearance were even somewhat similar to Old Jack from Holy Soul Village, but Tang San wouldn't care about any of that now.

The moon shines brightly on the Twenty-Four Bridges, and dozens of dragon whisker needles are hidden in the palm of the hand.

"I'm giving you time to escape, Oscar. Untie them!"

"I will not hunt you down before sunset today. When night falls, you will hear the cries of death!"

Oscar hurriedly stepped forward.

The villagers were untied, and then many of them began to flee.

"Little Ao"

"You moved so quickly, are you trying to save them?"

"No no!"

Oscar looked at Tang San, whose eyes were bloodshot, and took two steps back in fear.

As Tang San's distraction control technique advanced, his soul was constantly weakening. In the past, he could use the Purple Demon Eye to compensate for it, but as the weakening deepened, he now had to drink Yellow Spring Dew to sustain his life.

But how can such a poison come without a price?
"Since you have no intention of saving them, prepare your flying mushroom sausages for me after dark!"

"Uh..." Oscar's face froze.

The setting sun, having shed its intense heat, descended below the mountain peak, carrying with it a profound sense of desolation.

The demons bared their fangs at that moment, and the villagers of Bamboo Village, seeing the sky gradually darkening, were filled with fear.

"Zhu Jiu, Zhu Shi, Zhu Shiyi, run north!"

"Sunset Forest is just to the north. As long as we find Zhu Qi's master, we can survive. We will definitely survive."

Zhu Jiu countered, "And what about you?"

The village chief sighed softly, "We are not Soul Masters. No matter how fast we run, we will eventually be caught."

"I, in my old age, will lead these elderly people from Zhujie Village southwards."

“There is a giant worm that has existed for thousands of years. Many of us may die in its mouth, but only in this way can we slow down the progress of that demon.”

"And you three are the hope of my Bamboo Village!"

The village chief of Zhujie Village is dead.

The many villagers that Zhu Qi wanted to save were killed one by one by Tang San using the Dragon Beard Needle.

For ordinary people, the most terrifying form of torture is the use of the "dragon whisker needle," a vicious hidden weapon.

"arrive!"

Bamboo Nine, Bamboo Ten, and Bamboo Eleven gazed at the poisonous barrier of the Sunset Forest.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a piercing laugh suddenly came from behind me.

"Want to run?"

"Did you know that the old village chief of Bamboo Village has died?"

"And your father, mother, grandfather, and many elders all died at my hands, and the cause of all this was Han Tao and Zhu Qi."

"They're the ones who killed you!"

He glanced almost imperceptibly into the depths of the poisonous barrier, picked up a Blue Silver Grass, and spoke in a carefree, gentle tone.

Elegance that is almost demonic.

"Han Tao, I know you can hear me!"

"Of course, you don't need to repent for this, because no one will know, and no one will care, that there was ever a village called Bamboo Joint Village on the Douluo Continent."

Suddenly, the curtain of poisonous energy was slowly drawn back, like a roller blind.

"is it?"

Han Tao walked out slowly, his words indifferent.

Following behind Han Tao were Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling, as well as the Sword Douluo who had condensed the ultimate killing intent.

“Even your grandfather, Tang Chen, was no match for us in Sunset Forest.”

"I really don't understand why you dared to chase them all the way here? Did the Yellow Spring Dew make you lose your mind?"

(End of this chapter)