Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 226 The Heaven Dou Region Qualifying Tournament Ends, Tang San Takes the Initiative to Turn the Tables (Bibi Dong's side story has been released)
(Bibi Dong side story has been released)

The final match of the qualifying rounds was between Shenfeng Academy and Tianshui Academy, with Shenfeng Academy emerging victorious.

Although Tianshui Academy has become stronger recently due to Shui Bing'er, its overall strength is still somewhat lacking compared to Shenfeng.

The six spots for the finals in Wuhun City were thus decided: the Royal Fighting Team, which was guaranteed a spot, followed by Shenfeng, Tianshui, Leiting, Chihuo, and Shrek.

Because of Yu Tianheng's joining, and Yu Xiaogang's statement that he only needed to be in fifth place, Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer martial soul was not forced out by anyone else.

After all, besides these major elemental academies, there aren't many other top-tier academies in the Heaven Dou region. The Plant Academy was countered by Yu Tianheng, the Canghui Academy didn't appear, and the Elephant Armor Sect, these few punching bags, couldn't outlast Tang San, who could absorb soul power.

In the center of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, Emperor Xueye, accompanied by Ning Fengzhi, slowly ascended the high platform.

Although the emperor was old and frail due to the long-term effects of poison, his eyes were still as sharp as a hawk's. When he swept over the six teams below, he lingered for a moment longer at the position of the Royal Fighting Team.

"I, Xue Ye, Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, hereby declare the Heaven Dou Regional Qualifying Tournament officially over."

The voice of Xueye amplified throughout the arena via the soul-guided megaphone, "Six teams will represent the Heaven Dou City region in the finals of the Spirit City competition. To recognize the outstanding performance of these talented young men, I have decided—"

He gestured, and a servant immediately presented a gilded tray with six medals inlaid with different gemstones neatly arranged on it.

"Each team's core members will be granted the title of Viscount, and the team members will be granted the title of Baron. If any team wins the final competition, the title will be raised by one level and will be hereditary. At the same time, the academy will be given the title of 'Royal' and will enjoy the financial support of the Empire."

The territory will be granted after the grand finals!

The entire audience was in an uproar. Such a large-scale reward was rare in the history of the Heavenly Dou Empire. It was clear that Emperor Xueye was recruiting talent for the empire.

The two great empires of Tian Dou and Xing Luo are ranked as Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron. These titles, which are directly bestowed, are different from those that Soul Masters voluntarily join, and are not bound to the empire.

You can receive the fiefdom and salary you are entitled to, and enjoy privileges, but you are not required to assume the regular military or political responsibilities of the empire.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips.

In her view, the political structure of the Heaven Dou Empire was already distorted. Without a Title Douluo in charge, it was futile to try to win over Soul Master geniuses with these empty titles and benefits.

In the world of Soul Masters, strength is ultimately paramount. These titles and territories are nothing but fleeting clouds in the eyes of true powerhouses.

A single soul bone can easily crush the allure of these things.

As people gradually dispersed, Tang San stared intently at the direction of the Royal Fighting Team as the attendants presented the medals one by one.

Ling Qianyao was casually playing with the gem medal that symbolized his viscount status, talking in hushed tones with Zhu Zhuqing beside him.

"Does a team that gets guaranteed admission even deserve a viscount title?" Ma Hongjun muttered sourly. "They haven't even played a single game."

Dai Mubai snorted coldly, "They come from noble families and are in the Royal Fighting Team, so they don't have to fight. Unlike us, we have to fight our way up one match at a time."

These words clearly reached Tang San's ears, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Since devouring Shi Nian and those soul beasts, his soul power has surged to level 47, and the poison of the Eight Spider Lances has been enhanced several times over.

Looking at Ling Qianyao's calm and collected demeanor, the pleasure of devouring life and the humiliation of the illusion surged into her heart at the same time.

The scene of Ling Qianyao leading his men to his door and rubbing his head on the ground repeatedly was still fresh in his mind.

Now, half a year has passed. No matter how exceptionally talented Ling Qianyao is, it's impossible for him to have increased his level by so many in such a short time. At most, he could only reach level 48.

Having been tempered by the waterfall and constantly pushing the Blue Silver Grass to its limits, he now has enough confidence to face the humiliations of the past.

"Third Brother?" Xiao Wu noticed his unusual behavior and gently tugged at his sleeve.

Tang San suddenly stepped forward and walked towards the Royal Fighting Team in full view of everyone.

"Ling Qianyao, how about a friendly match before we set off?"

On the viewing platform, Emperor Xueye frowned slightly, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, while Bibi Dong revealed a playful expression.

Ling Qianyao turned around, looking at Tang San with a half-smile. "Oh? Tang San, have you taken the wrong medicine?" "Since your Royal Fighting team is advancing through the tournament, it's inevitable that some people will question your strength. How about we have a friendly match before we set off to liven things up? Of course, if you're afraid..." A sneer appeared on his lips.

Ling Qianyao suddenly smiled, a smile that made Tang San's heart tremble for no reason—half a year ago, when the other party trampled him underfoot, he had the same expression.

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes, "Why is the energy on this guy so mixed? There's an evil aura lingering between his brows, eroding his spirit."

His soul power level actually increased by two levels in the past two months, which is a bit abnormal. His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and external soul bone seem to have the ability to devour, so he must have used the methods of a Fallen Soul Master.

Ha~ No wonder you took the initiative to get angry. Did you think that the rapid improvement brought by your martial soul ability gave you the right to be arrogant?
"The Haotian Douluo truly has a fine son. A descendant of the prestigious Haotian Sect, producing a fallen Soul Master—it's utterly laughable."

“Interesting.” Ling Qianyao casually handed the medal to Zhu Zhuqing, his eyes flashing as he took in Tang San’s situation.

"Level 47? Looks like he's gone astray. Huh? This black energy in his brain..."

Ling Qianyao's Heavenly Pivot Divine Eyes can see into souls. In his eyes at this moment, Tang San's soul was wrapped in wisps of black energy, writhing like living things, constantly eroding his spiritual world.

"Corrupted by evil thoughts? This guy is already a fallen soul master! Don't Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang care? They're really being incredibly filial."

Ling Qianyao narrowed his eyes, a hint of mockery in his gaze as he looked at Tang San. "Tang San, who do you think you are? Do you think everyone will readily agree to your bets or challenges?"

However, you did remind me of something: let's use you to test the strength of the Royal Fighting Team.

"Right here, activate your Martial Soul."

A sinister glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. His Eight Spider Lances instantly burst forth from his back, while dark red Blue Silver Grass slithered around him like venomous snakes. He hadn't expected Ling Qianyao to accept the challenge so readily, but it suited him perfectly.

Surprisingly, many forces did not intervene. Ling Qianyao felt it was unnecessary, while Tang San wanted to see Ling Qianyao's current strength.

However, as Tang San closed in, almost reaching Ling Qianyao, Ling Qianyao didn't even release his martial spirit.

Tang San's face instantly darkened, and his eyes surged with killing intent. Does this guy still think he's the same three-ring Soul Master he used to be?
He is now a level 47 Soul Master!
"Fourth Soul Skill - Blood Vine Devouring Essence!"

The dark red vines instantly surged and lunged at Ling Qianyao. Tang San's eyes flashed with madness; he couldn't wait to see Ling Qianyao's life force being devoured by his Blue Silver Grass.

However, just as the vines were about to touch Ling Qianyao, Ling Qianyao suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, it appeared above Tang San's head, in the same familiar spot, with the same familiar hand.

With his right hand outstretched, a cluster of dazzling starlight condensed in his palm, spinning rapidly like a miniature galaxy and emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

He roared, his palm, imbued with the power of raging stars, slammed down on Tang San's crown.

"boom--!"

Tang San's head was slammed into the ground with tremendous force, and the hard granite arena shattered instantly, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly from the point of impact.

The starlight burst forth with blinding light the moment they made contact, engulfing Tang San's entire upper body like sunlight.

"Ah—!" Tang San let out a heart-wrenching scream. Two of the Eight Spider Lances broke instantly under the strangulation of Xing Xuan, and the dark red Blue Silver Grass was torn to pieces by the dissipating star power before it could even touch Ling Qianyao.

The mixed soul power within his body was washed away by the pure star power, like boiling oil meeting water, and a series of popping sounds like popping beans echoed in his meridians.

"Third Brother!"

"Stop!" Flander, Liu Erlong, and the others were shocked and rushed forward instantly.

Ling Qianyao flipped over and stood up steadily, pointing at Tang San who was lying unconscious on the ground, "Take him away."

Shrek and the others glared angrily, but dared not retaliate. Dugu Bo had somehow arrived beside Dugu Yan and was watching them out of the corner of his eye, trimming his nails.

On the viewing platform, Emperor Xueye suddenly stood up, and Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, "It must be a Soul King! A Soul King who is not even 14 years old?"

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi suddenly became firm in his thoughts. Tang Hao and his son, Haotian Sect? To hell with them, Ling Qianyao is much more appealing than these three sects!

(End of this chapter)