Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 302: Hidden Weapon Failure Rate 100%, Ning Fengzhi Miscalculates Tang San
The mountain wind howled, carrying the acrid smell of burnt blood as it swirled around the main peak of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Seeing that the sect's protective formation had been broken, Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to grit his teeth and personally take action, revealing his seventh soul ring!

A dazzling light gathered above his head—"True Martial Soul Form!"

In the blink of an eye, a magnificent pagoda-shaped martial spirit appeared on the main peak, radiating a seven-colored halo.

These halos represented different amplifications, and combined with Ning Fengzhi's Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart realm, the different halos fell on the remaining disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

With Ning Fengzhi's soul power, using his Seven Treasures True Body to unleash soul skills not only halves the soul power consumption of those skills, but also affects multiple people, greatly enhancing the team's sustained combat capability.

The most important thing is that the sect leader himself has taken to the field, which, like an ancient emperor personally leading an expedition, has a morale-boosting effect.

Yu Zhentian gazed at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in mid-air and sighed inwardly. "No wonder it's hailed as the number one support martial soul in the world."

Unfortunately, no matter what method Ning Fengzhi takes, the sect's overall strength is insufficient, and even the strongest support cannot fill this gap. In the end, there is still no way to turn the tide.

Yu Zhentian didn't hesitate any longer and directly unleashed his eighth soul skill, Thunder Judgment! The attack struck the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The tower's seven-colored halo trembled violently, Ning Fengzhi's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth stained his chest.

"puff--"

The true form of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda shattered inch by inch, turning into countless points of light.

Ning Fengzhi plummeted from mid-air, crashing onto a patch of scorched earth. The last thing he saw was the image of his disciples being struck down one by one by the lightning of the Blue Lightning Sect:

Some people were torn in two by the dragon's claws, their internal organs mixed with bone fragments splattered on the stone wall;
Someone was poisoned by Dugu Bo, and collapsed to the ground convulsing, their whole body turning purple.

Some tried to run into the secret passage, but their ankles were entangled by the chains of the Blue Lightning disciples, and they were dragged back lifeless.

The ground was littered with the corpses of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples. Those carefully nurtured young soul masters lay scattered on the scorched earth like rag dolls.

"Elder Yu!" he suddenly roared at Yu Zhentian, his voice filled with unprecedented grief and indignation. "You watched me grow up, and now you really want to wipe me out?"

Hearing the shout from afar, Yu Zhentian paused slightly.

Suddenly, the face of Ning Fengzhi's father, Ning Huaijin, flashed through his memory—that shrewd and calculating man who was two-faced, always talking about the three upper sects being of the same blood, while secretly siding with the Heavenly Dou royal family.

When he was the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Sect, he suffered a lot of injustices in silence.

Immediately, Yu Zhentian snorted coldly and said, "When your father was alive, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was best at playing both sides. But you are even more ruthless than him. Your art of sophistry and manipulation is even more advanced than your father's."

Ning Fengzhi was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

On the main peak, the disciples of the Seven Treasures Sect, seeing the Blue Lightning Sect disciples coming on strong and being forced to retreat step by step, had no choice but to take out their secret weapon—Tang San's hidden weapons.

They simultaneously formed their well-practiced battle formations and unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons, including sleeve arrows and Zhuge crossbows.

"Shhhh-"

Unexpectedly, the Blue Lightning Sect disciples, under Yu Xiaolie's guidance, were prepared. The crossbow bolts were deflected by their lightning shields, failing to cause the slightest damage.

Even worse, one of the disciples' Zhuge Crossbows suddenly clicked, the bolt got stuck in the mechanism, and could no longer be fired.

Many more disciples, however, would crash and become unusable after only two uses.

Ning Fengzhi stared in disbelief at everything that had happened on the main peak, his face turning ashen. "How could this be..."

The hidden weapons that were "exchanged" from Tang San were mostly single-use, inferior products!
"Tang San—!!" A desperate roar echoed through the valley. Ning Fengzhi, a man of unparalleled wisdom and meticulous planning, had never imagined he would be defeated by Tang San.

In the dense forest on the other side, the Fifth Elder was leading a group of elite disciples in pursuit of the fleeing remnants of the army when suddenly screams came from ahead.

"Bang! Bang!"

Five or six Blue Lightning Sect disciples were seen flying back like broken sacks, and one unlucky fellow even got stuck on a tree branch with a large dent in his chest.

"What's going on?" the Fifth Elder asked angrily.

"Elder! There's a cripple wielding a giant hammer up ahead!" The injured disciple wailed, clutching his severed arm. "He's clearly only at the Soul Saint level, but that Clear Sky Hammer is incredibly powerful; it's injured many of our disciples!"

The Fifth Elder's heart skipped a beat. How could the Clear Sky Hammer appear at the Seven Treasures Sect? He immediately led a team to rush forward and investigate.

Deep in the dense forest, Tang Hao stood on one leg on a boulder, his tattered right sleeve fluttering in the wind, while the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand still emitted a chilling dark light.

Behind him, Tang San, along with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, together with Tang Hao, made it impossible for the Blue Lightning Sect disciples to get close.

"You mere crippled Soul Saint dare to injure my disciple!" The Fifth Elder roared, and nine Soul Rings instantly bloomed. The pressure of a Title Douluo startled Tang Hao and the others.

In his prime, he naturally wouldn't fear an opponent of this caliber. But now…

He gritted his teeth, glanced at the children behind him, and suddenly revealed a resolute expression: "Xiao San, take Xiao Wu and run!"

"No! Dad, we'll go together!" Tang San roared stubbornly. He could see that his father was already at his limit. His broken body was in terrible condition and could collapse at any moment.

Tang Hao didn't turn around, but gripped the Clear Sky Hammer even tighter: "Remember, there is hope only if you survive. Go quickly!"

These words were spoken calmly, yet they suddenly brought tears to Ning Rongrong's eyes.

She remembered that day in front of the Pope's Palace, when Sword Douluo sacrificed himself to cover her escape!
"Hmph! Stop pretending! None of you will escape!" The Fifth Elder immediately unleashed his fifth soul skill, "Overlord Wind-Chasing Claw."

Seeing this, Tang Hao rushed towards the Fifth Elder and used his Clear Sky Hammer to withstand the Fifth Elder's fifth soul skill.

Tang San also swung his hammer spirit and used the Haotian Nine Absolutes to meet the attack alongside his father.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu saw Tang San approaching and, in order to protect him, was unwilling to leave.

In the blink of an eye, the pink figure swept across the battlefield like lightning. Just as the Fifth Elder's dragon claw was about to strike Tang Hao, a powerful waist kick struck the opponent's wrist.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong's fighting spirit was also ignited.

She has already abandoned Grandpa Sword once, she cannot abandon the Shrek family again!
Immediately, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spun out, and three amplifying powers, along with the Three Apertures Control Heart, were given to Tang Hao, Tang San, and Xiao Wu.

But how could they possibly shake the strength of a Title Douluo? The Fifth Elder sneered, and with a casual sweep of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul tail, Xiao Wu crashed into the rock wall like a kite with a broken string, blood gushing uncontrollably from her mouth.

"Xiao Wu—!" Tang San roared, his voice trembling with sobs.

He lunged forward like a madman, his left bone of the Rock-Splitting Arm gleaming with a bright yellow light, and together with Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer, he smashed down in front of the Fifth Elder with the momentum of mutual destruction.

Bang-!
The Fifth Elder hastily parried, but was still forced back three steps.

But Tang Hao's situation was even worse; he was kneeling on one knee, his whole body exhausted.

Without the protection of Tang Hao and the others, Ning Rongrong was quickly captured by the disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

(End of this chapter)