Douluo Continent: The God of Thunder Descends, Martial Soul Lei Yi

Chapter 79 Xiao Wu, whose head was kicked like a ball.

"What if one day, many people want to kill me, and you can't defeat them all? What then?"

"Many people want to kill me, and you can't defeat them. What should you do?"

The words Xiao Wu had spoken to him when they became siblings at the foot of the hill echoed in Tang San's mind.

Looking at Tang San's incredulous expression, Xiao Wu's playful smile gradually froze, turning into disappointment.

"Brother, are you like this too?"

哥.

"elder brother."

Suddenly, Tang San recalled the moment when Xiao Wu first called him "brother." He bit his tongue to wake himself up, looked up at Xiao Wu and her disappointed expression, and felt a pang in his heart.

"Xiao Wu! Come behind me, I'll protect you!"

Everyone present heard Tang San's shout, which immediately drew their attention.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, this Soul Master actually wanted to protect a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast, which is truly laughable.

"elder brother!"

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, and large tears streamed down her cheeks.

She never expected that Tang San would still want to protect her in such a dangerous situation.

"If I remember correctly, Tang Hao should have discovered your identity the moment you met Tang San."

Lei Ming's voice, like a devil's whisper, startled Xiao Wu. Before she could react, she heard Lei Ming's next words.

"Guess why Tang Hao keeps following you, and why Tang San takes you everywhere he goes."

"Why would Tang San keep getting close to a rabbit-like Soul Master who has no redeeming qualities?"

"Do you think those two, father and son, have any plans to have you become Tang San's spirit ring?"

"Or, to think about it from another angle, why did no one discover your identity after you've been in the human world for so many years? But once Tang Hao died, your identity was exposed."

Xiao Wu's pupils dilated, the tears in her eyes stopped falling, and her mind was in complete chaos.

"Xiao Wu, don't listen to his nonsense!"

"We've always been together because the six years at Notting Academy have made us inseparable. As your older brother, of course I have to protect you."

Tang San, lying on the ground, roared angrily, trying his best to clear his name.

"Since you want to protect her, why have you never taught her any of your self-created soul skills?"

Lei Ming chuckled lightly, completely ignoring Tang San's distorted face.

"Rabbit, a Soul Master of Agility and Attack, with your self-created Soul Skills, you should at least be able to protect yourself against a Soul King, and at least be able to hold out until you arrive."

"You're talking nonsense! Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, you have to believe me. My soul skills..."

Tang San was so anxious that his face turned red, and he wanted to explain but couldn't utter a single word.

What could he say? He couldn't very well say that it was something he brought from his previous life and that he absolutely couldn't teach it to anyone else.

But if we were to establish the Tang Clan, these things would have to be taught.

Should I not establish the Tang Sect in this world? Absolutely not!

But Xiao Wu

Xiao Wu noticed the hesitation in his eyes and instantly felt a sense of being deceived.

"I thought I knew you well enough, but now I realize I was terribly wrong."

"Tang San".

Xiao Wu took a deep breath, and Tang San subconsciously looked up at her when he heard her full name, which he hadn't heard in a long time.

When their eyes met, Tang San realized that Xiao Wu's face was already covered in tears, and her eyes were red as she looked at him.

"Brother, I'm waiting for you to come and rescue me, and explain all this while you're at it."

The words came out of Xiao Wu's mouth without a sound, but Tang San understood Xiao Wu's lip reading, and a strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

He shouldn't have held anything back from Xiao Wu, whether it was their twin martial souls or their self-created soul skills.

These are things I should have told Xiao Wu a long time ago.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be separated today, and we wouldn't be so suspicious of each other.

But... can I really save Xiao Wu?

Tang San silently questioned himself, clenching his fists tightly and gritting his teeth.

If one year isn't enough, try two; if two years aren't enough, try three; if three years aren't enough, try four.

Xiao Wu's 100,000-year soul ring was definitely reserved for Lei Ming. Lei Ming's soul power is only level 58 now, so it's simply a pipe dream for him to absorb a 100,000-year soul ring at the Soul Emperor level.

As long as his soul power increases faster than Lei Ming's, there will always be a moment when he can take Xiao Wu back.

"Wait for me, Xiao Wu."

Xiao Wu smiled slightly, leaving her last smile in Tang San's mind, then turned and walked towards Lei Ming with tears streaming down her face.

Regardless of whether Tang San was after her spirit ring or not, she had no other choice but to rely on Tang San to rescue her.

Third Brother, please don't keep me waiting too long.

"Have you finished giving your last words?"

"Last words?"

Xiao Wu stopped two meters away from Lei Ming, tilting her head and looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"What were your last words?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck, and the world in front of him spun rapidly as he saw his own body slowly falling to the ground.

"Xiao Wu!!!"

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San's newly ignited hope was shattered by Lei Ming's strike. He cried out Xiao Wu's name in anguish, and seeing the look of confusion still lingering in Xiao Wu's eyes, he felt a wave of suffocation wash over him.

At that moment, he felt as if the world was spinning. To keep himself awake, he licked his tongue hard, and the intense pain jolted him awake.

When she closed her eyes and opened them again, it was still Xiao Wu with her head separated from her body.

Ning Rongrong stared at Xiao Wu, whose head had been cleanly severed by Lei Ming, gasped in shock, covered her mouth, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. Finally, she collapsed to the ground, warm water flowing onto the floor.

This was the first time she had ever witnessed the death of her companion up close, and the way her head was severed from her body sent a chill down her spine.

It felt like my head had split apart.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Ning Rongrong covered her mouth tightly, afraid to make a sound, lest she be the next one to lose her head.

"Lei Ming! It's me."

Tang San's eyes were almost torn apart as he glared at Lei Ming with gritted teeth. He wanted to speak but was suppressed by Shui Ningbing's soul power and could only gasp for breath while lying on the ground.

His gaze shifted to Xiao Wu's headless corpse kneeling on the ground. Tears welled in Tang San's eyes as he felt an intense hatred for himself for provoking Lei Ming.

If he hadn't provoked Lei Ming, he wouldn't have suffered this humiliation, his legs wouldn't have been cut off, and Xiao Wu's head wouldn't have been separated from his body.

"Would you like some spicy rabbit head?"

Lei Ming kicked Xiao Wu's head like a ball in front of Tang San's face, raised an eyebrow and asked.

Tang San stared at Xiao Wu's head slowly approaching, feeling a wave of dizziness. He was still being suppressed by the soul power of a Title Douluo, and his blood and qi surged. He could no longer hold back.

His head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

"Absorb the spirit ring."

Lei Ming took a deep breath and stared at the red soul ring slowly floating out from Xiao Wu's corpse, completely exposing his soul power without reservation.

Level 60, Quasi-Soul Emperor.

(End of this chapter)