Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 132: All Fallen Soul Masters Annihilated, Tang San Returns to the City of Slaughter

Zhao Zilong led the elite of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, charging into the camp of the Fallen Soul Masters.

The Heaven-Supporting Spear in his hand transformed into countless cold stars, each swing bringing with it a storm of blood and gore.

Although the Fallen Soul Masters were fearless, they were utterly helpless in the face of the ravenous elites of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Their numbers were decreasing rapidly, and their formation was completely broken.

"No! This is impossible!" The Spider Queen stared at the scene before her, her face filled with utter astonishment and terror.

Their four titled Douluo, whom they were so proud of, and their army of tens of thousands of fallen soul masters were utterly defeated and routed in such a short time.

The number and strength of the opposing force far exceeded her expectations.

"The Tang Clan... is finished..."

Blood Bat Douluo's chest was pierced by Ma Xiaotao's "Phoenix Piercing Clouds Strike," and flames raged inside his body. He felt his life force rapidly draining away, and his eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

The Vengeful Spirit Douluo was beheaded by Harosa with a single sword strike, and his terrified head rolled far away.

Under the relentless bombardment of the Evil Phoenix, the White Bone Douluo's white bone statue finally shattered, and he himself suffered a severe backlash, spitting out blood and collapsing to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Spider Queen tried to escape using a secret technique.

However, a cold chain silently wrapped around her ankle, violently pulling her down from mid-air.

It's Shui Bing'er.

Her icy blue eyes stared coldly at the Spider Queen, devoid of any emotion.

"Trying to run? Too late."

Moments later, the battle outside Chishui City completely subsided.

Of the four titled Douluo of the Tang Sect, three died and one was captured.

The army of Fallen Soul Masters was almost completely wiped out by the army of the Heaven Dou Empire, with only a few prisoners.

Even though this time it was somewhat dangerous, at least Chishui City was saved.

News of the great victory at Chishui City spread like wildfire throughout the western border of the Holy Spirit Empire.

Zhao Zilong, Feng Ling, Halosa, Ma Xiaotao, Shui Bing'er, Kadan, and others led the imperial army in a thunderous crackdown on the remnants of the "Tang Clan" entrenched in various places.

Those once arrogant and unruly fallen soul masters, who ran rampant within the empire, were as fragile as paper in the face of the Holy Spirit Empire's true war machine.

Neither the powerful Title Douluos nor the numerous ordinary Soul Masters could withstand the iron hooves of the Imperial Army.

One city after another occupied by the "Tang Clan" was recaptured.

One after another, the fallen soul masters who stubbornly resisted were wiped out.

Bloody massacres were taking place on every inch of the empire's western border.

The banners of the Holy Spirit Empire were once again planted atop the walls of every town.

Those people who were once shrouded in the shadow of the "Tang Clan".

They all came out of their homes to welcome the arrival of the royal army.

The unrest on the western border of the empire is subsiding at an alarming pace.

And the one who started it all.

Tang San, however, was far away in Wuhun City, thousands of miles away.

Inside a heavily guarded underground chamber in Wuhun City.

Tang San was shirtless, his muscles bulging, and sweat dripped down his bronze skin like streams.

On the forging table in front of him lay a pile of oddly shaped metal parts, emitting a cold, eerie light.

He held a specially made Haotian Hammer in his hand, each strike carrying immense force and sending sparks flying.

The clanging and banging sounds echoed within the secret chamber, filled with the metallic texture and powerful beauty. He was forging one of the most powerful hidden weapons of his previous life's Tang Clan—the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus.

If successful, this hidden weapon would be powerful enough to threaten even a Title Douluo-level expert.

It was one of his trump cards against Xue Lingxiao.

Just as he was concentrating on completing the final step, the stone door to the secret chamber was violently pushed open from the outside.

A Spirit Hall Soul Master rushed in, looking flustered.

"Elder Tang San! Something terrible has happened!" the deacon shouted breathlessly.

Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer suddenly stopped, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He hated being disturbed while forging.

"What's the matter that you're in such a panic?" Tang San's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"News has come from the western border..." The deacon swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "Those...those fallen soul masters from the 'Tang Clan' that you sent out...they' have been completely wiped out!"

"What?!" Tang San's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

The tens of thousands of fallen soul masters he painstakingly brought out from the City of Slaughter, as well as the four titled Douluo he controlled using special methods, were all wiped out.
how can that be!

He knew the strength of those fallen soul masters better than anyone.

They were fearless and ruthless, and ordinary armies were no match for them.

Moreover, there are four titled Douluo in charge.

Even if the Holy Spirit Empire wanted to annihilate them, it would inevitably pay a heavy price; it would be impossible to do so in such a short time...

"Is the news true?"

“Absolutely true!” the deacon said with certainty. “It is said that Emperor Xue Lingxiao of the Holy Spirit Empire dispatched his most elite Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, along with several unfathomably powerful Title Douluos, and even some of his concubines personally took action…”

"Xue Lingxiao is at it again!"

Tang San's eyes burned with raging anger and deep-seated hatred.

He hadn't expected Xue Lingxiao's reaction to be so swift and her methods so thunderous.

Even more unexpectedly, the strength under Xue Lingxiao's command was so formidable.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Tang San roared in a low voice, his voice filled with resentment and violence.

In his eyes, those fallen soul masters from the killing city were nothing more than cannon fodder who could be sacrificed at will.

But their demise also meant that his plan to contain Xue Lingxiao by disrupting the rear of the Holy Spirit Empire had completely failed.

"Xue Lingxiao, you just wait..." Tang San's eyes grew colder and more crazed.

"Prepare the horse! I need to leave Wuhun City immediately!" Tang San suddenly stood up.

"Elder Tang San, where are you going?" the deacon asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The City of Slaughter!" A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

Since those fallen soul masters who were released were of no use, he would go back personally and stir up the stagnant waters of the Slaughter City!
He wants to turn the Killing City into a real weapon that can threaten Xue Lingxiao!

Even if that means he will fall completely into darkness and associate with the real demons.

He no longer cared about these things in his pursuit of revenge. That night, Tang San left Spirit City quietly without alerting anyone.

He sped westward toward that lawless land filled with bloodshed and crime—the Killing City.

His figure quickly disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.

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