Douluo: Emerald Poison King

Chapter 482 This is for your own good—

Fueled by rage, Tang San's eyes were completely shrouded in bloodlust, obscuring any semblance of normal thought. All the skills of his soul bones were activated, along with the skills on his Clear Sky Hammer, as he recklessly burned his life force and soul power.

"Great Sumeru Hammer, blast it!"

At this moment, under the influence of some external force, Tang Sanfu suddenly remembered the profound meaning of the Great Sumeru Hammer that his great-grandfather and his father (Tang Xiao) had told him, and unconsciously he began to act based on these fragmented words.

Under Tang Chen's excited gaze, Tang San's first spirit ring shattered, followed by the second and third. When the fourth ring was pierced, blood began to flow from Tang San's seven orifices, making the hideous spider head appear particularly terrifying, but Tang San still disregarded it and shattered his fifth spirit ring.

The Haotian Hammer, swollen to the size of a water vat, slammed down with pinpoint accuracy, sending the enchanting woman flying like a cannonball before she could dodge or defend herself. In mid-air, she disintegrated into Xie Yue and Hu Liena, both of whom were sent flying backward, coughing up blood.

Before the former Platinum Bishop Salas could catch the two, a streak of light leaped from the stands, scooped up Hu Liena, and then casually tossed Xie Yue into Salas's hands.

Looking at Hu Liena, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, in her arms, Bibi Dong felt an immense rage. The emotions she had built up yesterday seemed to be directed at Tang San, and her gaze towards him turned incredibly cold.

Bibi Dong paused slightly when she caught a glimpse of the hunched old man in the Blue Tyrant Academy's arena, remembering her identity as the Pope. She glared at Tang San resentfully before turning and leading Hu Liena back to the stands, handing her over to a healing-type Soul Douluo beside her for treatment.

On the arena, Tang San swung his Clear Sky Hammer like a madman. Despite the fact that his impulsive and reckless actions and crude ring-exploding techniques had caused his meridians, which had become fragile due to the absorption and enhancement, to begin to break almost irreversibly, Tang San still swung the Clear Sky Hammer, which was the size of a water vat, like a madman.

Yan was sent flying, breaking Tang San's right arm before leaving. Several other Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall team also inflicted numerous wounds on Tang San before being knocked off the stage. In the end, apart from his left arm which was barely intact, Tang San's spine and other limbs (without a doubt) were severely injured by the Spirit Hall team members.

Before Salas could announce the victory, Tang San collapsed to the ground as if he had breathed his last, his left arm outstretched pointing at Xiao Wu, the ground beneath him stained crimson with blood, yet he still seemed unwilling to stop.

Looking at his dying great-grandson, Tang Chen felt a mix of confusion and anger. He couldn't understand why he had just watched, nor could he understand why his great-grandson had acted so unwisely over a mere 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form.

But a moment later, watching Xiao Wu stagger towards Tang San, completely unaware that her 100,000-year-old soul beast aura was being exposed, Tang Chen felt as if a flash of inspiration had suddenly appeared in his mind.

A mysterious voice whispered in his ear.

"We can go in now. Isn't this the perfect time for this little bunny to make its exit?"

"The sacrifice of a 100,000-year-old soul beast can make up for all the damage and defects on a soul master. Even limbs that are missing can be repaired. It can also make up for the impure soul power that Xiao San has made due to rapid cultivation."

"Tang San loves this little rabbit so much that he's even willing to risk his life for it. So this little rabbit would surely not refuse to give its life for Tang San." "Without this little rabbit, Tang San would definitely cultivate even harder, right? And if he had this little rabbit's 100,000-year soul ring and soul bone, his potential would be even higher, wouldn't it?"

With that devilish whisper in his ear, Tang Chen quickly took Tang San and Xiao Wu away from the arena, and before leaving, he swept his fierce gaze over the surrounding high-level soul masters.

A transformed 100,000-year-old soul beast is undoubtedly a top-tier treasure. In the original novel, Bibi Dong even went so far as to break off all pretense of civility and attempt to capture Xiao Wu immediately after the award ceremony. However, Tang Chen is not Tang Hao after all. Even though he was defeated by Qian Daoliu, he is still the number one soul master in the world, ranking first among the two peaks of the Soul Masters (under the Angels).

Under Tang Chen's menacing aura, which seemed capable of killing at any moment, the high-level Soul Masters all chose to compromise. Even leaders of the Spirit Hall like Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong remained silent, simply watching as Tang Chen took Tang San and Xiao Wu away.

Because of the precedent set by Tang Hao more than ten years ago, almost all the high-level soul masters present could guess Tang Chen's thoughts to some extent, and they were all filled with emotion, wondering why the Tang family would encounter two precious transformed soul beasts in succession.

At this moment, Salas cautiously announced that the Clear Sky Sect team had won the battle. However, by then, no one bothered to correct the fact that the team was the Blue Tyrant team, not the Clear Sky Sect team.

The healing-type Soul Masters hurriedly began to heal the severely injured Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall team, doing their utmost to save them. With a flurry of Soul Skill light, the Spirit Hall team members' breathing gradually stabilized, though they remained unconscious.

Seeing this scene, Qian Daoliu sighed. His body shimmered with golden light, and with the appearance of an angelic phantom, gentle, holy soul power merged into the bodies of these students, further healing and reviving them.

In Bibi Dong's arms, Hu Liena struggled to open her eyes. Looking at the anxious face pressed against hers, she immediately understood what had happened.

Feeling the unusual seriousness in that gaze, so different from usual, like a mother looking at her child, Hu Liena felt immense pain in her heart.

As a female Soul Master who was striving to emulate her teacher Bibi Dong in every way, Hu Liena desperately wished that her teacher would scold her instead of looking at her with such eyes.

The more gentle and caring Bibi Dong appeared at this moment, the more Hu Liena felt that she had let Bibi Dong down.

Just as Hu Liena was about to say something to Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong reached out and covered Hu Liena's mouth, then placed Hu Liena in the arms of a maid beside her, before subconsciously looking up at a spot not far away.

There, the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe of the Heavenly Dou Empire watched all this expressionlessly, but the armrest of the chair, made of a special metal mixture, had been deeply clenched with a handprint.

(End of this chapter)