Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 126 The Domain of Bipolar Stillness
The pebbles in the pile of decaying leaves were deeply embedded in Yu Xiaogang's back. The wound from the whipping by Chrysanthemum Douluo was still gushing blood, which mixed with mud and seeped into dark red stains beneath him.

He tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but found that his right arm was in excruciating pain—when he hit the tree stump, the bone had broken into three pieces, twisted at an eerie angle like a broken twig.

"Still want to climb?" Chrysanthemum Douluo's embroidered shoes rolled over the back of his neck, and the smoke from his jade pipe sprayed straight onto his festering wound.

Yu Xiaogang let out a dying sob, his body convulsing uncontrollably. Cold sweat mixed with blood rolled down his forehead, reflecting shattered light in the moonlight. He struggled to open his swollen eyelids, and in his blurred vision, he saw Liu Erlong with golden chains piercing her collarbone, and nine blue lightning dragon shadows emitting death cries under the suppression of soul power.

"Erlong...no..." His roar was crushed by Chrysanthemum Douluo's boots, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth mixed with broken teeth. Luo Sanpao charged wildly in the Martial Soul Space, his pink skin scorched with countless marks by Chrysanthemum Douluo's soul power, letting out a mournful cry like a cub.

Yu Xiaogang felt his ribs breaking one by one, and every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass. The churning blood in his lungs almost drowned him.

Liu Erlong's dragon claws dug five bloody gashes into the ground, his nails curling and digging deep into the bluestone. "Let him go! Come at me if you dare!"

She suddenly sprang up, her dragon scales shattering as she forcefully broke free from the bindings of soul power, blood gushing from the gaps in her scales. But Chrysanthemum Douluo simply snapped his fingers gracefully, and a purple chrysanthemum that suddenly bloomed in the air transformed into a blade of light, precisely severing the tendons behind her knee.

"what--!"

Liu Erlong collapsed to her knees, her dragon tail slapping the ground weakly. She stared at Yu Xiaogang, who was being trampled under her boots, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints in extreme pain.

Her memory suddenly flashed back to the Star Dou Great Forest twenty years ago, when he had protected her in the same way, using Luo Sanpao, whose mutation was not yet complete, to shield her. Now, those once warm hands were spasming as they clawed at the soil, their fingers filled with withered twigs and their own blood.

"Do you like the hero rescuing the damsel in distress?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo curled the corners of his mouth and flicked out three golden threads from his sleeve.

Yu Xiaogang's shoulder and thigh were instantly pierced, leaving him suspended in mid-air, swaying like a puppet with broken strings. His screams were stuck in his throat, his tongue tasted rust, and his consciousness flickered amidst the excruciating pain. He could clearly feel his internal organs shifting with the shock, and warm liquid slowly seeped from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and ear canals.

Liu Erlong dragged her broken leg toward him, leaving a trail of blood on the ground with every inch she moved. Large pieces of her dragon scales began to peel off, revealing the rolled-up flesh beneath—the marks left by Chrysanthemum Douluo's earlier scorching with his soul power.

"Xiaogang! Hang in there!"

Her voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of dragon blood. Nine blue lightning dragon shadows took the opportunity to materialize and frantically pounced on Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Out of control."

Chrysanthemum Douluo lightly waved his sleeve, and purple-gold soul power surged over the dragon shadow like a tide. Liu Erlong's pupils widened suddenly as she watched her martial soul twist and tear in his hands, finally dissipating into starlight in the air. She felt as if her soul had been ripped away, and collapsed to the ground, only able to watch helplessly as Yu Xiaogang was pulled towards Chrysanthemum Douluo by the golden threads.

The jade pipe's mouthpiece pressed against Yu Xiaogang's sunken eye sockets, and Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed heartily: "I heard you've written quite a few martial soul theories? How about I help you refine them?"

Before he finished speaking, his soul power suddenly transformed into countless fine needles, piercing into Yu Xiaogang's body through his seven orifices. Yu Xiaogang's body instantly tensed into a bow shape, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets from the intense pain, and he let out an inhuman roar, his voice broken and breathy, like the mournful wail of a broken bellows.

Liu Erlong suddenly sprang up and bit Chrysanthemum Douluo's hem with her teeth. Chrysanthemum Douluo kicked her in the face in disgust, and his dragon horn broke off with a crack.

Blood blurred her vision, but she still refused to let go until all her teeth were shattered by the kick. Only then was she blasted away by a burst of soul power and crashed heavily into the rocks.

Yu Xiaogang felt a cracking sound from his spine, and then he completely lost sensation below his waist. The stinging pain of the golden threads tearing through his skin, the excruciating pain of his soul power burning his meridians, the colic of his displaced internal organs... all the pain reached its peak at this moment.

His pupils began to dilate, and his last glance fell on Liu Erlong, watching her blood-covered figure struggling to crawl toward him. A muffled murmur escaped his throat:
"Erlong...run..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo flung him to the ground, Yu Xiaogang's forehead slamming into a sharp tree stump, a blinding white light exploding before his eyes. Before his consciousness faded into darkness, he heard Liu Erlong's piercing cries, Luo Sanpao's final lament, and the sound of all his ribs breaking, like a desperate elegy, utterly shattering his remaining dignity.

The humid air was thick with the stench of blood. Yu Xiaogang's mangled body lay curled up in the mud, while Liu Erlong's blood-stained dragon tail twitched weakly.

Tang San's nails dug deeply into his palms as he watched Chrysanthemum Douluo step on his teacher's embroidered shoes. The rage surging in his chest almost burst through his skull. His Blue Silver Grass martial soul trembled violently, every blade of grass emitting an angry buzzing.

"You little bastard, why don't you surrender?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo toyed with his jade pipe, the chrysanthemum emblem on his purple-gold robe shimmering with an eerie light. "Even your father can't protect himself, let alone you."

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted—the soul tool on Tang San's back burst out with dazzling golden light, and a trident engraved with mysterious patterns slowly emerged, the light flowing from the blade like a solidified galaxy.

"This is..." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled for the first time.

He felt the oppressive aura emanating from the trident that even made a Title Douluo tremble, and suddenly remembered the records in the Spirit Hall's top-secret archives.

The moment Tang San gripped the halberd handle, the entire space began to distort, and the water in the swamp defied logic, surging upwards and condensing into a massive water curtain around the trident.

"Uncertain storm!"

Tang San's roar shattered the thin mist in the forest.

The trident drew six golden arcs of light, each carrying a world-destroying aura. Chrysanthemum Douluo's face instantly turned deathly pale. He saw that those arcs of light contained the laws of time and space, and his proud speed was as slow as a tortoise in the face of this power.

The Purple Chrysanthemum Martial Soul bloomed wildly, but was pulverized the moment it touched the arc of light.

Liu Erlong barely managed to lift her blood-stained head and look at Tang San's figure holding the trident. In a daze, she felt as if she had seen the boy in her memory who was holding Luo Sanpao.

She tried to scream, but coughed up a mouthful of blood. She could only dig her claws into the ground, blood dripping from her fingernails onto Yu Xiaogang's side. Yu Xiaogang, still unconscious, seemed to sense that familiar presence, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eighth spirit ring flashed wildly as he finally unleashed his power: "Ten Thousand Chrysanthemums Bury the Heavens!" Countless purple-gold chrysanthemums condensed around him, each containing the power to shatter mountains. The sea of ​​flowers surged towards the golden arc of light, and space itself crumbled inch by inch under the collision of these two terrifying forces, revealing dark void rifts.

Tang San's legs sank deep into the ground, veins bulging on his forehead. The recoil from the trident caused his hands to split open, blood trickling down the hilt. But his gaze grew ever more resolute, the light of the sea god burning fiercely deep within his pupils:

"Never to return!" The trident flew out of his hand, transforming into a golden rainbow that pierced the heavens and the earth. Wherever it passed, space shattered and reformed like a mirror.

"Impossible! This is definitely not a power that a Soul Master could wield!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's screams were drowned out by the roar. His sea of ​​purple chrysanthemums was like paper before the divine halberd, the blade tearing through his protective soul power and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder. The excruciating pain caused him to stagger backward, his jade pipe clattering to the ground and shattering into countless pieces.

Tang San knelt on one knee, panting heavily. The all-out attack just now had almost drained all his soul power, and his vision was blurring.

But he forced himself to stand up, and his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul bloomed once more, its vines coiling around Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong like serpents. He looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, his voice weak yet unwavering: "Today, no one will touch my teacher!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He watched as Tang San slowly withdrew his trident, finally realizing that the young man before him was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

The stench of blood above the swamp grew stronger. Tang San carried the heavily injured Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong, his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul dimming from overuse.

Just when he thought the crisis was temporarily over, the air suddenly trembled violently, and the decaying leaves were lifted into the air by an invisible shockwave. A dark red figure streaked across the night like a meteor, and the blood-red afterimage left by the Clear Sky Hammer instantly smashed Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was about to escape, into a hill a hundred meters away.

"Yue Guan, you've finally met your match?"

Tang Hao's voice was filled with overwhelming killing intent, each word like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts. His robes were tattered, yet his majesty remained undiminished, and dark red soul power surged around him, as if hellfire was about to devour everything.

The battle with the Spirit Hall pursuers had not exhausted his strength; on the contrary, it made the fighting spirit of this Haotian Douluo even more fervent.

Chrysanthemum Douluo crawled out of the rubble in a disheveled state, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his purple-gold robe stained with mud. He stared at the Clear Sky Hammer that Tang Hao was slowly raising, a flicker of fear in his eyes, quickly replaced by venomous resentment: "Tang Hao! Today is your death day!"

Before the words were finished, a ghostly green figure appeared like a phantom. Ghost Douluo's face was faintly visible in the darkness, and a sinister laugh echoed through the forest.
"You escaped back then, but it won't be so easy this time."

Tang Hao snorted coldly, and his third spirit ring suddenly lit up.

The ground instantly cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns, and countless dark red pillars of soul power shot into the sky, hurtling towards Chrysanthemum Douluo. Ghost Douluo's figure flashed and disappeared into the shadows, while Chrysanthemum Douluo formed hand seals and activated his ninth soul skill.

Large swaths of purple-gold chrysanthemums appeared out of thin air, their petals transforming into sharp blades that collided violently with the pillar of soul power.

The violent explosion shook the swamp, sending mud and water billowing into the sky. Tang Hao seized the opportunity, his figure moving like a ghost as he approached Chrysanthemum Douluo, his Clear Sky Hammer crashing down with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks. Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly condensed his Martial Soul True Body, a giant chrysanthemum phantom appearing behind him, barely managing to block the fatal blow.

But the powerful impact still caused him to cough up blood and stagger backward.

Just then, Ghost Douluo suddenly appeared behind Tang Hao, his eerie green soul power transforming into a ghostly claw that aimed straight for Tang Hao's back. Without turning his head, Tang Hao slammed his hammer into the ground, the powerful shockwave sending Ghost Douluo flying.

Ghost Douluo adjusted his position in mid-air and said with a sinister smile, "Tang Hao, do you think you can deal with two of us Title Douluos at the same time?"

The battle intensified, with Tang Hao fighting two opponents simultaneously yet holding his own. His Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique was unleashed, each swing accompanied by a deafening roar. The Clear Sky Hammer clashed repeatedly with Chrysanthemum Douluo's purple chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's ghostly green soul power, sparks flying everywhere, illuminating the entire forest as if it were daytime.

Tang San, holding Yu Xiaogang, hid in the distance with Liu Erlong, nervously watching the battlefield, his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul ready to deal with any unexpected situations.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, a ruthless glint in their eyes. They knew that if they continued fighting like this, they would eventually be defeated one by one by Tang Hao. Both retreated simultaneously, their soul power surging wildly, and the aura of their Martial Soul Fusion Technique began to coalesce.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly; he knew that a real crisis was about to unfold.

"Bipolar static realm!"

As Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo roared in unison, the entire space suddenly fell silent. Tang Hao felt his movements become incredibly sluggish, as if he were bound by an invisible force. He tried to swing the Clear Sky Hammer, but found that his arm could only move a fraction of an inch with great difficulty.

Tang San watched this scene in horror from afar, wanting to rush forward to help, but Liu Erlong held him back tightly—she knew that rushing forward at this moment would only be a pointless death.

Within the stillness zone, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo slowly approached.

Veins bulged on Tang Hao's forehead. He could clearly feel his soul power flowing more slowly through his meridians, making each breath incredibly difficult. But there was no fear in the eyes of this Haotian Douluo; instead, his fighting spirit burned even brighter. He mobilized all his soul power, attempting to break free from the domain's constraints. Dark red light surged around him, but he could not shake the invisible barrier.

"Tang Hao, feel despair!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice was full of smugness.

The eerie purple light of the bipolar stillness domain enveloped Tang Hao like a spider web, his hair froze in mid-air, and the dust in the folds of his robes floated in strange arcs.

As Chrysanthemum Douluo clapped his hands and laughed, the crisp sound of his jade pipe falling to the ground was particularly jarring in the stagnant space: "Tang Hao, do you know the domain of a Title Douluo?" His voice stopped abruptly because he saw the spirit rings around Tang Hao begin to twist and tremble strangely.

"Father!" Tang San's heart-wrenching cries from outside the domain could not reach him.

He watched as fine blood patterns appeared on Tang Hao's body, the result of his meridians being torn due to forcibly breaking through the domain.

The first spirit ring exploded first, and dark red energy swept around like a volcanic eruption.

The barrier of the static field rippled, and the smiles of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo froze on their faces.

Tang Hao's skin began to crack and bleed, yet he threw his head back and let out a deafening laugh. His second and third spirit rings exploded one after another, each explosion causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear in his domain. The water in the swamp was thrown hundreds of meters into the air by the shockwaves, then condensed into ice crystals in mid-air before falling back down.

"Stop him!" Ghost Douluo's voice was filled with unprecedented panic. He and Chrysanthemum Douluo frantically poured in their soul power, causing the purple light of their domains to surge, but they couldn't suppress the terrifying pressure emanating from Tang Hao's body.

When the sixth spirit ring exploded, a blood-red Clear Sky Hammer phantom, hundreds of meters tall, condensed behind Tang Hao. The burning patterns on the hammer's surface turned the entire night sky a hellish crimson.

(End of this chapter)