Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 555 The Fall of the Chosen One (Part 1)

"The second spirit ring!"

A purple soul ring was engraved on the blue-silver scepter.

Its birth means that Han Tao's desolate arena of life and death has found a space to continue moving forward.

"From now on, level 30 is no longer an insurmountable barrier!"

"I will continue to break through, I will forge ahead without hesitation!"

Soul power surged within Han Tao's body, and the soul power activated by the acupoints caused his gray-black robes to billow in the wind.

"This time, I'll be even faster!"

——Bang! Bang! Bang!

The insurmountable barrier of levels was meaningless in front of Han Tao; level 21, level 22, level 23, level 24.
Sixteen minutes later, they arrived at the Soul Master's location.

"Soul Master, is the ultimate goal that a certain Soul Master can never reach in their lifetime!"

"why?"

Tang San's voice had a slightly harsh tone.

According to the common sense of the Douluo Continent, and based on the theory taught by Yu Xiaogang, "the higher the soul power level, the more difficult it is to break through!"

However, this common sense was completely shattered by Han Tao.

Han Tao: "Because."

"His talent, enhanced by the Blue Silver Scepter, is unparalleled in the world!"

"To unleash the full potential of my talent, I need sufficient numerical support. With each level I gain, the upper limit of my cultivation talent increases by one level!"

When the growth of one's cultivation talent exceeds the difficulty of a Soul Master breaking through levels, a situation that defies common sense will occur.

It takes 30 minutes to break through to Soul Master, 20 minutes to break through to Great Soul Master, and only 16 minutes to break through to Soul Venerable.

"Damn it"

"Why don't I have this talent? Why haven't I followed the evolutionary path of the [Blue Silver Scepter]?"

"Han Tao, I know you're afraid. You're terrified of my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul!"

Seeing Tang San's self-deceiving appearance, Han Tao shook his head helplessly.

As time passed, through sacrifice and transformation rituals, the body was reshaped and healed.

Han Tao regained mastery of the secret technique of soul power synergy, and reconnected the "Divine Court Acupoint", "Heavenly Connection Acupoint", and "Yongquan Acupoint", mastering the "Power of Illusion" and the secret technique of "Heavenly Connection and Earthly Connection".

Now, in terms of physique, soul power, and mental strength, she has fallen significantly behind Tang San.

"Now, are you ready to face death?"

Suddenly, the soul power surging in his acupoints and meridians, along with his muscles, reached out to grab Tang San's neck.

"die?"

"Even if you break through to level 30, what can you do to me?"

His right hand gripped the Haotian Hammer tightly, as hard as steel, dancing with the wind and momentum.

He also possesses the Clear Sky Hammer and the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.

"Ghostly!"

"Extended Technique - Dance of the Chaotic Cloak!"

The power and momentum gradually intensified with the swing of the Haotian Hammer.

At the same time, Tang San's confidence was also increasing, imagining how Han Tao would resist this enormous force.

"Humph!"

Han Tao smiled contemptuously: "Childish tricks. You think you can use your crude techniques in front of a Soul Master who has mastered the essence of power?"

"It will only make you reap what you sow!"

The scepter, with a gentle touch.

Because of the deliberate force pulling, the power transmission route of the Chaotic Cloak Dance has also been reversed.

—Tear

"Uh"

Tang San grunted.

Half of his body, including the entire length of his right arm, suffered an irreversible tear.

Stained blood, broken bones, shredded tendons
"Damn it, I overlooked that!"

"I should have thought of this earlier. I used this technique before in the Elite Soul Master Competition. I should have anticipated it."

"It's meaningless!" Han Tao shook his head indifferently. "Even if you foresaw it, it's still meaningless!"

"My methods are gradually increasing, my power is returning in a very short time, and the truths I have comprehended are transcending the years, leading me to greatness once again."

"You're too late, you understand too late!"

Tang San began to retreat. His heart pounding with fear, he suddenly recalled Han Tao's past methods, any one of which he himself was powerless to resist.

"Cupid, please help me!"

"I know that Your Majesty is watching all of this, and I beg you to take me away from here."

Even now, he is still naively deluding himself into thinking that he can find a way to escape from this life-or-death arena that belongs only to destiny.

The goddess of love has fallen, and her remaining spirit shows no mercy, or perhaps she too is afraid of something.

"Praying for divine mercy?"

"Some people are born weak, and even if they possess certain talents and strengths, they cannot become truly powerful."

Han Tao walked forward slowly.

They trampled on Tang San's broken arm and looked down at him from their high position.

"The Soul Master favored by destiny has blocked all my various methods, but he will eventually meet his destiny!"

"Zhu Qi, you can rest in peace now."

Douluo Continent, Qiankun Asks About Love Valley.

Located at the head of the world's three great treasure basins, at the moment when the silver moon and the golden sun alternate, it welcomed an unexpected guest.

"who is it?"

Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar turned their heads away.

Approaching us was a woman dressed in a purple gown and wearing a crown adorned with seven-colored gemstones.

Her makeup was extremely elegant, and her demeanor was very graceful. Every smile and frown of hers was a symbol of strength and beauty.

"Bibi Dong?"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes held a hint of hatred. It was she and her Martial Soul Empire that destroyed the Star Luo Empire and stifled its legacy.

"What is Bibi Dong doing here?"

Ning Fengzhi paused for a moment.

A vague sense of unease began to rise in my heart.
Bibi Dong issued the order: "Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, proceed according to plan!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

—The Realm of Yin and Yang in Static State!
Beneath the sky, two martial spirits, "Strange Chrysanthemum Reaching the Heavens" and "Ghostly Phantom," appeared, their powers intertwining to freeze everything in the world in place.

Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, and Ning Fengzhi all froze briefly in time.

The only difference was that the consciousness of different planes was misaligned.

"What does she want to do?"

"What does she want to do?"

Bibi Dong smiled gently, exuding absolute confidence, as if she held the world's affairs in her hands.

With his left hand, he slowly raised the scarlet Asura Blood Sword.

In his right hand, he held the Rakshasa Scythe, which shimmered with purple light.

"Zhu Zhuqing is from the Star Luo Empire; she is an enemy of the Spirit Empire!"

"How can I allow a powerful figure who harbors malice towards the empire to live freely on the Douluo Continent?"

Her clear, beautiful eyes flashed with a murderous glint.

The two divine weapons clashed crisply in the sky, one piercing towards Zhu Zhuqing's body and the other towards the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger she was riding.

"As you expected."

"Everything is proceeding according to our plan!"

The expression of the dimensional consciousness was frenzied.

The powerful, who had lived through countless ages, had never shown such an expression, but Han Tao's arrival shattered his composure.

“Yes!” Bibi Dong nodded in agreement.

With Zhu Zhuqing dead, she will no longer be able to threaten the Martial Soul Empire.

At the same time, it's too late for either "Chosen One" or "Han Tao" to win in the end.

"The Dark Demon God Tiger has fallen!"

The dimensional consciousness scoffed, "No matter how strong Han Tao is, or what methods he has, he will be trapped in the desolate 'Arena of Life and Death'."

"Hahahahahaha!!"

"Han Tao will never return; he will be forever trapped in that desolate space-time."

"Forever and ever"

Strength and truth, ironically, have become a source of sorrow under the constraints of time and space.

(End of this chapter)