Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 320 Yu Xiaolie Dares Not Show His Face at Tang San's Door, Returns to His Sect
Haotian Sect.

Haotian Mountains.

The air was thick with mist, and the damp, chilly air seeped into our collars, making us instinctively shrink back.

Tang San lowered his bamboo hat, the shadow covering half of his face, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes.

He was standing behind a boulder, quietly listening to the conversation of several disciples of the Power Clan not far away.

"Have you heard? Tang Hao is seriously injured, has no limbs, and can't even walk now. His soul power has also dropped to the Soul King level."

A tall, thin disciple sighed, "Yes, but fortunately, Senior Yang Wudi of the Po Clan ground the medicine and preserved his meridians, otherwise he might have lost his life."

The other person shook his head, his tone filled with regret.

"The once mighty Haotian Douluo, now... sigh."

Tang San listened to all of this.

My fists were clenched until they turned white, and my nails dug deep into my palms, but I couldn't feel any pain.

How powerful my father used to be!
The Clear Sky Hammer once swept across the Soul Master world, but now it has fallen to this state.

It felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"That's not the worst part. The worst part is that he lost the two soul bones that were passed down in the sect. The elders almost skinned him alive."

Suddenly, a young disciple lowered his voice, looked around, and leaned forward, saying, "If it weren't for Sect Master Tang and Young Master Yuehua protecting him, Tang Hao would probably..."

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

An older disciple quickly interrupted, then sighed softly, "But to be honest, it's really tough being the sect leader. On one hand, there's his own younger brother, and on the other hand, there are the sect rules. Now, Senior Tang Hao is acting crazy all the time, cursing at everyone he sees, and the sect leader's hair has turned quite a bit white."

Hearing these words, Tang San's throat tightened and his eyes burned with heat.

Images of his father, limbs missing, huddled in a dark corner of the Haotian Sect flashed through his mind…

"Dad, don't worry..."

Tang San silently vowed in his heart, "I will definitely become stronger, strong enough to shut up all those who look down on us!"

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from behind.

The newcomer wore an elegant, moon-white long dress, and her hair was neatly styled.

There are just a few fine lines around her eyes.

Tang San subconsciously shrank further into the shadows.

Tang Yuehua seemed to sense something, paused slightly, and glanced in the direction where Tang Sanzang was.

"who is it?"

Tang San held his breath, his heart pounding like a drum.

Fortunately, Tang Yuehua quickly looked away, thinking she was seeing things, and continued walking forward.

Only after her figure disappeared into the mist did Tang San let out a long breath, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He cannot be recognized yet.

"City of Killing..."

Tang San murmured to himself, then turned and disappeared into the forest.

Now is not the time for sentimentality; he must gain strength as soon as possible.

Father can't wait, Xiao Wu can't wait, and the revenge against the Blue Lightning Sect can't wait any longer!
……

Time rewinds to when Yu Xiaolie returned from the waters off Poseidon Island.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan was filled with jubilation.

"Have you heard? The sect leader has returned at level ninety-nine!"

A female disciple with a ponytail excitedly tugged at her companion's sleeve, her face flushed red.

In a short period of time, he broke through from level 98 to level 99.

It sounds like just a promotion.

But this level is a chasm that almost no Soul Master can cross!
In the more than 100-year history of Douluo Continent, only a handful of Limit Douluos have reached level 99.

The descendants of those Limit Douluo and the organizations they belonged to (Spirit Hall and Clear Sky Sect) were among the most powerful forces on the entire continent.

"More than that!"

A tall, thin male disciple next to him lowered his voice mysteriously, "My second uncle works in the Elders' Ancestral Hall. I heard that the Sect Master brought back a 100,000-year-old torso bone, and he also absorbed a million-year-old torso bone himself!"

There was a sound of people gasping for air all around.

A 100,000-year-old soul bone is rare enough, let alone one from a core location like the torso. But for the sect leader to absorb a million-year-old one is truly unheard of.

In an instant, all sorts of envious and admiring gazes were cast toward the sect's main hall.

"What's this? Do you know what's truly terrifying?"

An older inner disciple looked around mysteriously. "I heard that the sect leader's second martial soul has two more soul rings. Just think about the age of the torso bones he brought back. You can imagine what level his two soul rings are."

"hiss--"

Another gasp was heard.

Several young disciples even exaggeratedly rubbed their ears, wondering if they had misheard.

A million-year soul ring?
What is that concept?
This has probably never happened before in the entire history of the Soul Master world!

……

Thunder Valley, behind the Blue Lightning Sect.

Several elders gathered together and had a lively discussion.

“That’s right. I’ve already confirmed with the Second Elder. Sect Master Xiao Lie currently has several 100,000-year-old soul bones in his possession!” the Fifth Elder said decisively.

The elders all revealed greedy expressions, but they were all very clear that in order to receive Yu Xiaolie's reward, they not only had to make outstanding contributions to the sect, but also demonstrate their cultivation potential in order to have a chance to obtain the soul bone.

In addition, there is a captive 100,000-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit, which means the sect has a 100,000-year-old soul ring in reserve.

The sect possesses such profound resources; it is truly terrifying.

The elders exchanged glances and smiled knowingly. Unlike when they were forced to cultivate by Yu Xiaolie, the elders were now vying to improve their soul power level.

……

On the other side of Thunder Valley was the training ground where Yu Tianheng and his friends used to be children.

Seven figures stood straight, like swords drawn from their sheaths.

The seven members of the Dragon Cub team had been waiting there for a long time, but none of them showed any signs of impatience.

On the contrary, everyone's eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

"Do you think the master called us here this time to give us some perks?"

Yu Tianheng rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Shut up," Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at him. "Master must have called us here for something important. Do you think we're all like you, always thinking about taking advantage of others?"

Shui Bing'er didn't participate in the bickering. She stood quietly at the front, her long, ice-blue hair swaying gently in the mountain breeze.

But in fact, she vaguely guessed what was going on, and her heart started racing involuntarily.

Just then, a gentle breeze swept by, and Yu Xiaolie appeared before them without them noticing.

The seven people quickly bowed, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Master." x7
"All right."

Yu Xiaolie waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the seven people one by one, "Do you know why I called you here?"

The seven looked at each other, and finally Yu Linglong stepped forward: "We won the championship in the Elite Competition, is Dad going to give us a reward?"

Yu Xiaolie smiled, took out nine soul bones from his soul tool, and neatly arranged them in front of everyone.

Sunlight shone on the soul bone, refracting a dazzling light that was so bright it was hard to open one's eyes.

The powerful energy fluctuations caused the air to distort slightly.

"This, this is..."

Even the usually composed and steady Tianlin gaped, unable to close his mouth for a long time.

"Soul bones! And there are nine of them!"

Yu Tianheng rubbed his eyes hard, afraid that he had misread it.

Yu Xiaolie smiled and nodded at the seven people's shocked expressions:
"These are all prepared for you."

The Flaming Left Arm Bone from the 100,000-year-old Dragon Soul Beast, Flaming Jiao Tu;
Of the four soul bones that fell from Tang Hao's body, two were power-type soul bones inherited from the Clear Sky Sect—the right arm bone of the Earth-Shaking Giant Ape and the left leg bone of the Ironclad Tyrannosaurus; both were 80,000 years old.

In addition, there are three prizes from the Elite Competition: the Skull of Wisdom for Spiritual Concentration, the Right Arm Bone of Blazing Flames, and the Left Leg of Swift Progress.

In addition, there's the 100,000-year-old torso bone of the Demon Orca King.

The sight of nine extremely high-quality soul bones left the group speechless.

(End of this chapter)