Douluo: Dominating Douluo begins with summoning Kong Deming

Who is Ji Juechen in Chapter 263?
"Xiao San, the first Soul Master to go up in this kind of elimination tournament is at a disadvantage. We should conserve our energy."

In the Heaven Dou Royal Team area, Yu Xiaogang, whose face had been treated by a healing-type Soul Master and whose swelling had subsided, still spoke with a slight lisp.

Unfortunately, while healing-type Soul Masters could heal his face, they couldn't put back the teeth that Flander had knocked out.

"Teacher, I know."

Tang San nodded, but his impatience grew stronger.

Yu Xiaogang is such a useless piece of trash; all he does is spout meaningless nonsense.

If ordinary people can see it clearly, how could I, as a dignified god-king, not see it?

Ever since learning that Yu Xiaogang had given up on Liu Erlong and joined the Spirit Hall.

The rest of the Shrek Seven Devils tacitly distanced themselves from Yu Xiaogang.

However, Tang San was completely helpless.

Who told him to be Tang San, the God King, who was pure, noble, loyal and filial?
Even if he had taken a pile of dung as his master, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and accept it for now.

"Xiao San, what are your thoughts on joining the Spirit Hall?"

After a long silence, Yu Xiaogang, sensing the awkward atmosphere between them, couldn't help but speak up.

"Teacher, I need to think about it carefully."

Tang San took a deep breath.

"As you know, our Haotian Sect has been closed off from the world because of the Spirit Hall."

"My mother also died at the hands of the Spirit Hall."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically.

After learning the truth about the Clear Sky Sect's retreat from the ghost, his first thought was to keep it a secret from Tang San.

"Does the teacher think that my father didn't leave me any news?"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's unpleasant expression, Tang San revealed a disdainful smile.

Yu Xiaogang is that kind of person; he always uses information asymmetry to deceive others and thus create the image of himself as a master.

"You mistress, the one who killed your mother was Qian Xunji, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall."

Yu Xiaogang's mind was racing, and he kept talking non-stop.

"Qian Xunji has already died at your father's hands."

"As the saying goes, a person's debts are settled upon death, so your mother's revenge can actually be considered complete."

Yu Xiaogang had no idea that it was Tang San himself who ultimately killed Tang San's mother.

However, he couldn't be happier to have Qian Xunji take the blame for killing his mother.

"And it was the Butian Pavilion that killed your father."

"The only organization on the entire continent capable of standing up to the Heaven-Mending Pavilion is the Spirit Hall!"

Although Yu Xiaogang was acting to satisfy his own selfish desires, he was not wrong in saying that.

Only the Spirit Hall can rival the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.

"After joining the Spirit Hall, Teacher must be highly regarded by the Pope, right?"

Tang San really couldn't stand Yu Xiaogang anymore.

He has his own plans for the future and has had enough of Yu Xiaogang's selfish and dictatorial comments.

"I think the teacher should hurry up and attend to their own affairs."

"Don't worry about things here anymore."

After saying that, Tang San flicked his sleeve, ignoring Yu Xiaogang's disgusted expression, and strode away.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale and then red.

It wasn't just because his own disciple mocked him to his face.

What made him even more uneasy was that, although he held the title of honorary elder of the Spirit Hall, he was not assigned any tasks.

Zhenzhen is just a figurehead mascot.

No one in the entire Spirit Hall respected him.

Yu Xiaogang took two deep breaths, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.

However, his already gloomy, dead fish-like face darkened even more.

"ungrateful!"

"Disloyal!"

"They're all blind fools!" Yu Xiaogang cursed through gritted teeth.

The term "ungrateful" naturally refers to Tang San.

The phrase "disloyal" refers to Flanders.

In the eyes of an extremely selfish person like Yu Xiaogang, the fault is never his own, but the whole world's.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me!"

Yu Xiaogang snorted, as if he had thought of something, and a sinister look flashed across his eyes.

After getting rid of the entanglement of the good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang, Tang San wandered around the sixty-four Soul Arenas.

"Little San!"

Xiao Wu's shouts came from not far away, which made Tang San quicken his pace.

"Yes, Uncle Ning, Rongrong, Xiao Ao, you're here too?"

As Tang San got closer, he discovered that there were an unusually large number of people watching the matches near the Soul Arena, and he even spotted quite a few familiar faces.

"Hello, mistress."

"Third brother."

Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong both greeted Tang San.

Oscar nodded to Tang San.

Tang San was somewhat puzzled, as this kind of individual competition was not something that support-type Soul Masters could participate in.

Why are Ning Rongrong and Oscar here?

"Little San, look, this is a disciple of Rongrong Sect. He is not even thirty years old, yet he already has the strength of a seven-ring Soul Saint."

Upon hearing this, Tang San frowned immediately.

He had reached the Soul Saint level before the age of thirty; he did not recall the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School having such an outstanding disciple.

But at the same time, he felt somewhat relieved, understanding why Ning Fengzhi and the others were there.

"He is not yet a formal disciple of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, looking somewhat troubled.

Although Ji Juechen learned swordsmanship from Chen Xin, he always had an ambiguous attitude towards joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

With his discerning eye, he could naturally see that Ji Juechen might be the next Sword Douluo.

Ning Fengzhi would do anything to bring such a person into his possession.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Ning Rongrong beside him.

Even if it means sacrificing my own daughter!

Tang San's gaze fell upon the Soul Battle Stage.

At this moment, seven souls appeared beneath Ji Juechen's feet. He merely swung his longsword twice and, without using any soul skills, knocked his opponent off the Soul Arena.

Even from a distance, Tang San could feel the sharp sword intent emanating from Ji Juechen.

"This person is a formidable opponent!"

After making his own assessment, Tang San turned his gaze back to Ning Fengzhi.

"Uncle Ning, is this Sword Douluo's disciple? I've never heard of him before?"

"His name is Ji Juechen. He is a young talent that I discovered a few years ago at the Great Soul Arena in Tiandou City."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and began to introduce Ji Juechen's background.

"This person has a natural soul power of level three, but he is a rare genius who can improve his skills in battle."

"It is through his experience in countless life-or-death battles that he has been able to reach his current level at this age."

Ning Fengzhi's voice carried a hint of amazement.

He also greatly admired people like Ji Juechen.

Upon hearing this, Tang San's face showed a look of surprise.

Ji Juechen?
This name seems familiar?

Tang San was certain that there was no such genius in the era before he became a god.

But what exactly is this feeling of familiarity?

(End of this chapter)