Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 206 Destroying His Martial Soul and Severing His Left Arm! Tang Lie Becomes a Laughingstock

A crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out!

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Lie's hand, which had been with him for decades and symbolized the glory of the Clear Sky Sect, first developed spiderweb-like cracks on its head under the unparalleled power of the dark gold Clear Sky Hammer, then the cracks quickly spread to the entire hammer body, and finally... it exploded with a bang! It turned into countless black fragments that scattered in all directions!

"Ah—! My martial soul!!" Tang Lie let out a heart-wrenching scream. His martial soul was forcibly shattered, and the backlash was like thousands of steel needles piercing his soul, causing him unbearable pain!
But this is not over yet!
After shattering the opponent's martial soul, the dark gold Haotian Hammer continued its momentum, carrying a trace of residual power as it gently swept across Tang Lie's left arm!

"Pfft!"

Blood spurts out!
Tang Lie's left arm was severed at the shoulder, flying out like a broken twig!
"Ugh—!" Tang Lie let out another extremely shrill scream, his whole body flying backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily against the broken wall of the clock tower, then sliding to the ground, covered in blood, barely breathing.

His martial spirit was destroyed, his left arm was completely severed, and his soul power was scattered, making him a complete cripple!

At this moment, besides the boundless physical pain, he felt endless humiliation and a deep-seated fear!

He, the dignified Seventh Elder of the Haotian Sect, with the title of Blazing Sun, actually... actually suffered such a miserable and utter defeat at the hands of a woman! The opponent's strength definitely surpassed level ninety-six, and may even have touched the threshold of level ninety-eight!
Add to that their miraculous spirit ring configuration and the equally terrifying Clear Sky Hammer… Beast God Pavilion… Ling Han… just what kind of monsters are they?!
Wang Dong'er landed lightly in front of Tang Lie, the dark gold Haotian Hammer disappeared, and the terrifying six black and three red soul rings also vanished.

She looked down at Tang Lie, who lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, tilted her head, and revealed a smile that seemed innocent yet sent chills down Tang Lie's spine:
"Now, do you know who's the joke?"

Tang Lie struggled to lift his head, looking at the stunningly beautiful yet devilish face before him. His voice hoarse, he used his last strength to ask, "Who...who are you?!"

"Why...why is there...a martial spirit from my Clear Sky Sect?!"

Wang Dong'er extended her slender index finger and gently shook it, a sly smile on her face: "Who I am isn't important. What's important is going back and telling Tang Xiao, and those narrow-minded old fogies in the Haotian Sect..."

Her smile vanished instantly, and a chilling killing intent flashed in her pink-blue eyes. The terrifying phantom of the spirit ring flashed behind her, causing Tang Lie to cough up another mouthful of blood. "...The Beast God Pavilion is not something you can pry into. The number one weapon spirit in the world?"

"Heh, in our husband's eyes, she's nothing more than a toy he can crush at will. This time it's just a slight punishment; if it happens again..."

She paused, her voice as cold as ice: "...It's not as simple as breaking a few bones, destroying a martial spirit, or severing an arm. I will personally set foot on the Clear Sky Sect and smash your so-called faith to pieces, hammer blow by hammer blow!"

“Now…” Wang Dong’er seemed to think that the previous “gentle” was not enough. She bent down and used her fair, delicate, and seemingly weak little hand to easily grab Tang Lie’s tattered collar and lift him up like a chick.

Then, she gracefully raised her jade-like foot, clad in exquisite combat boots, upwards with fluid movements until it formed a straight line with her body, resembling a perfect split.

Those slender yet explosively powerful calves drew a graceful arc in the air.

"Get lost! Remember to deliver the message!" As soon as the words fell, a seemingly casual kick, which actually contained skill and immense power, landed precisely on Tang Lie's side!
"Oh!"

"Ugh—!"

Tang Lie felt an irresistible force coming from him, as if his internal organs had shifted. His body was uncontrollably propelled out of the huge hole in the rooftop like a punctured ball that had been kicked away!

It traced a long, messy parabola through the air, accompanied by a shrill scream and splattered blood, before crashing heavily into the desolate outskirts of Tiandou City!
Wang Dong'er's kick was perfectly controlled, both exacerbating his injuries and causing him extreme pain, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to re-form his martial spirit for at least a week, and cleverly protecting his heart meridian, leaving him with the last breath to crawl back and report the news.

After doing all this, Wang Dong'er landed lightly, patted her hands to remove non-existent dust, as if she had just casually tossed away a piece of trash.

Without even glancing in the direction Tang Lie had fallen, her long, light blue hair fluttered in the wind as she transformed into a streak of light and returned to the Beast God Pavilion in high spirits to report back to her husband, Ling Han.

………………

Outside Tiandou City, a muddy and desperate road

Tang Lie, the Fiery Sun Douluo, a renowned elder of the Haotian Sect, was now like a wild dog with its spine completely broken, huddled in the cold mud in a sorry state.

The impact of his fall from the sky nearly shattered his already severely injured body; every weak breath was accompanied by excruciating pain in his lungs and the smell of blood.

Although he managed to seal the wound on his severed left shoulder with his remaining soul power, stopping the bleeding, the empty feeling and the wave-like, agonizing pain that surged through his soul from the depths of his being caused by the forced shattering of his martial soul were far more torturous than the physical pain.

He leaned against a half-charred, dead tree trunk struck by lightning, his cloudy old eyes bloodshot and unfocused, yet a stubborn determination clung to him amidst the extreme pain.

The brief yet nightmarish battle scene atop the clock tower replayed uncontrollably in my mind—the woman's exquisitely beautiful yet icy face, the dark gold Clear Sky Hammer radiating supreme majesty, the mind-blowing, despair-inducing six black and three red soul rings, and finally, that seemingly casual yet destructive kick…

“Monster…a real monster…” His lips trembled, emitting a hoarse voice like a broken bellows, filled with deep-seated hatred, but even more so with an inescapable fear from the depths of his soul.

"Beast God Pavilion... Ling Han... what exactly are you...?"

Does he hate her? Of course he hates her! He hates her to the extreme! He hates Wang Dong'er for crippling his martial spirit, severing his arm, and humiliating his sect! He hates the Beast God Pavilion for being so domineering and tyrannical!
But beneath this hatred lay an even deeper, almost consuming fear! Wang Dong'er alone was powerful enough to drive him to despair, so what about Wang Qiu'er, who was rumored to have defeated the Golden Crocodile Douluo?

What about the mysterious eight-winged angel? And what about Ling Han, the Pavilion Master who never made a move yet could make these monsters submit?

(End of this chapter)