Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

wow——

As they gazed at the thunderous spear in Sikong Zheng's hand, all the Soul Masters outside the arena held their breath, their eyes glued to the situation inside.

Sudden.

A flash of pink light disappeared in an instant.

When Xiao Wu teleported to Tang San's side, the lightning spear was already within reach, and there was no time to react.

Swish!

The purple and white lightning spear pierced the air, and a terrifying thunderous sound exploded in Xiao Wu's ears, as if the only sound in the world was the roar of thunder.

"Xiao Wu, no!!!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted out a sentence almost like a roar.

prick!

"puff."

Xiao Wu's mind went blank for a moment, and a mouthful of blood gushed from her mouth and nose at the same time. Her pink body was carried away by the inertia of the lightning spear, shooting up a long string of blood-red streaks.

boom!

In a dramatic turn of events, Xiao Wu is now nailed to the wall.

A red flower at Xiao Wu's waist slowly drifted down under the impact; it was the Red Flower of Heartbreak and Longing.

Upon seeing this, Sikong Zheng frowned, glanced at Xiao Wu, and quickly reached out to disperse the thunder spear.

Because Xiao Wu was so protective of her husband, the Love-Sickness Red, which was originally shaken down by Ning Fengzhi, was transformed into Sikong Zheng.

at this time.

Without the aura of the Love-Sickness Crimson to conceal it, the Title Douluo instantly detected the aura of a soul beast.

Bibi Dong, who had long since lost interest in the match, suddenly perked up. She exchanged a glance with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside her, their eyes revealing an uncontrollable joy.

At this moment, Jian Daochenxin also showed a strange expression. He took a few steps forward to Ning Fengzhi's side and whispered in his ear.

Instantly, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed, and he stared at Xiao Wu with the same strange look.

Sikong Zheng glanced lightly at the high platform of the Papal Palace, and naturally noticed the unusual movements of Bibi Dong and the others.

Things eventually led to this point, but Sikong Zheng wasn't in a hurry. It was just a minor incident for the male and female protagonists, and he could hardly get involved in what happened next.

"Xiao Wu! Sikong Zheng, you..."

Tang San's eyes immediately turned red, and he stared at Sikong Zheng with a murderous aura, while at the same time, he suppressed the urge to take out his hidden weapon.

After saying that, Tang San mustered his strength and lifted the Clear Sky Hammer, charging towards Sikong Zheng once again.

In the end, as expected, Sikong Zheng defeated Tang San.

At this point, a deafening roar of exclamations erupted outside the battle platform.

"So powerful! He's destined to become a Title Douluo!"

"That's right, one against seven, who else can do that?"

After Sikong Zheng ascended the platform, he accepted the soul bone expressionlessly and then stood quietly to the side, standing shoulder to shoulder with Hu Liena and the others.

Bibi Dong glanced at Sikong Zheng indifferently and nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing that Sikong Zheng seemed to have joined the Spirit Hall and even took away the Flame Right Arm that should have belonged to him, Yan's face immediately stiffened. "Damn it," he muttered, turning his head away and snorting coldly.

"He joined the Spirit Hall too? Good, next time, when I come back alive from there, I definitely won't let my teacher down!"

Hu Liena clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with determination.

Ning Fengzhi frowned upon seeing Sikong Zheng's conscious alignment with the Spirit Hall. Sure enough, he had been secretly courted by the Spirit Hall.

In contrast, the Spirit Hall has produced a wealth of talent, including the outstanding Golden Generation and the meteoric rise of Sikong Zheng.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, however, is suffering from a shortage of talent and is in a period of transition.

Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi sighed, filled with deep concern for the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi shook off his gloomy thoughts and stared at Xiao Wu of Shrek Academy again.

Right now, this Shrek girl is in big trouble!

Sudden.

"Elders Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, capture that girl."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong raised her hand and pointed directly at Xiao Wu, who was receiving treatment from Jiang Zhu.

The competition had officially ended, and Bibi Dong immediately lost her patience, staring coldly at Xiao Wu.

At this time, although Xiao Wu had not fully recovered, she was already able to stand up with difficulty.

Seeing this, Sikong Zheng sighed inwardly, "Alas, I must say, healing soul masters in the Douluo world are a kind of bug."

As Pope Bibidon spoke, the entire papal palace fell into an eerie silence, and no one dared to continue making noise.

In an instant, everyone at Shrek Academy was shocked. Tang San almost instinctively stepped in front of Xiao Wu, and the other members of the Shrek Seven Devils also stepped forward.

now.

Xiao Wu remained calm, but her eyes were filled with resentment as she stared at the high platform. However, her gaze was not directed at Sikong Zheng, who had previously severely injured her, but at Bibi Dong, who now had a dignified expression.

…………

"A chrysanthemum, a brat—you dare to hurt my son? Get out of my way!"

A deep voice suddenly rang out, as if it exploded in the air. The sound wasn't loud, but it contained an overwhelming aura that made everyone's body tremble involuntarily.

All the Soul Masters were surprisingly unanimous, all looking at a black figure in mid-air. He was holding a huge silver-white hammer in his hand. The hammer was not moving at all, but the air around it was distorted rapidly, creating bursts of sonic booms.

At this moment, Sikong Zheng remained completely unmoved, his eyes fixed on his nose and his mind at peace.

.............................................

Nighttime, by the campfire.

A refreshing night breeze rustled the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground under the moonlight.

"dad."

Upon seeing Tang Hao, Tang San couldn't help but shout out. Although his body was still weak, his spirit became extremely excited.

Eight years, more than eight years have passed. How could he not be excited to see his father again?

"Um."

Tang Hao's expression was solemn. He didn't look at Tang San, but kept staring at the fire, responding in silence.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his head to look at Tang San and said:

"Tell me, how strong is that kid?"

Tang San was taken aback, then instantly understood and said in a deep voice:

"Sikong Zheng's martial spirit is extremely powerful. Each of his spirit skills is strangely powerful, as if it has a special power."

After speaking, Tang San paused, then said bitterly:

"Dad, the teacher said there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. But no matter how hard I try to cultivate Blue Silver Grass, it only brings me disappointment. It's not even as good as the Clear Sky Hammer without any soul rings."

"My Blue Silver Grass is far too weak in front of Sikong Zheng's martial soul."

"Dad, is Blue Silver Grass really just a useless martial soul?"

Tang San clenched his fists; he was very unwilling.

Tang Hao's eyes gleamed slightly as he proudly declared:

"Little San, Blue Silver Grass may indeed be a useless martial soul, but you are not. I will tell you later."

"Go on."

Tang San nodded, then said with a serious expression:

"Furthermore, the domain, that eerie red power amplified his power several times over, and at the same time suppressed his opponents. That aura made people feel as if they were falling into hell, it was simply chilling."

Recalling that terrifying red domain, Tang San felt a deep sense of dread.

At the same time, he was also deeply envious of Sikong Zheng. If only he could possess that kind of power! Alas!

Is this it?

"Domain of the God of Slaughter"

Tang Hao's eyes were calm, but a killing mark suddenly appeared in his pupils. At the same time, his killing intent materialized, and a blood-red giant stood imposingly behind him.

………………

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

"Sikong Zheng, since you possess the Killing God Domain, you shall accompany Hu Liena to the City of Slaughter."

Bibi Dong lightly tapped her scepter, her tone leaving no room for doubt.