Douluo Continent: The Second Prince of Xingluo Intercepts the Zhu Sisters

Chapter 115 Tang San Wants to Absorb the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone? What a Filial Son!

"I wonder when I'll be able to bring Bibi Dong along..."

As Dai Tian imagined that scene, his once saintly body became excited again.

One is the current pope, and the other is the next pope.

One is the successor of the god Rakshasa, and the other is the successor of the god Angel.

Not to mention their blood relation.

Unfortunately, Dai Tian and Bibi Dong can only do it secretly now. Since Bibi Dong went back, she has only come to see him once more.

Bibi Dong is the Pope and a core figure in the Spirit Hall; she cannot leave Spirit City at will.

If the Pope of the Spirit Hall were to die outside, it would be a major blow to the prestige of the Spirit Hall. The death of Qian Xunji plunged the entire massive Spirit Hall into chaos.

The finals of this Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament will be held in Wuhun City, which might be a great opportunity.

"Persuading them is indeed a difficult problem."

Both Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue are extremely proud people.

When they were alone with Dai Tian, ​​they could act like gentle women and try to please him in a womanly way. But this only applied when Dai Tian was alone with them.

If Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were to meet, their hard-won thaw in their relationship would turn sour again.

This kind of thing should be approached with caution.

As Dai Tian walked out of the palace, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression.

It carried a strong stench of blood.

The smell of blood made Dai Tian feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Three people walked towards us.

The old man in the center wore a blood-red robe, his entire body wrapped in a huge, high-collared scarlet cloak. He had a pale face, appeared to be middle-aged, and his hair and eyes were blood-red.

Dai Tian knew that this was Tang Chen. Tang Chen's appearance confirmed to Dai Tian that Tang Chen had definitely absorbed the power of the Nine-Headed Bat King.

Tang Chen's bloodlust stems from the Nine-Headed Bat King's thirst for blood. Now that Tang Chen has regained his senses, he still retains this murderous demeanor, indicating that he has undoubtedly fused with the Nine-Headed Bat King's power with the help of the Asura God.

Therefore, Tang Chen's current strength is definitely greater than Qian Daoliu's.

The overwhelming stench of blood made Dai Tian frown slightly.

To Tang Chen's left was Tang San, an old acquaintance of Dai Tian. Tang San was now dressed in a blue robe, his demeanor completely different from before. He now exuded a sharp edge, radiating an uncontrollable killing intent.

To Tang Chen's right is Tang Yuehua, a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in palace attire.

The woman in palace attire appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, yet her eyes seemed to have seen through everything, far surpassing those of a woman of that age. The silver palace gown fit her perfectly, and in terms of temperament alone, few women Dai Tian had ever seen could rival her.

This must be Tang San's aunt, Tang Yuehua.

The three individuals exuded a bloodthirsty aura, a murderous intent, and a noble air, respectively.

The three, exuding such an aura, walked down the street, but the people on the street seemed not to see them at all.

"Dai Tian, ​​it's been a long time."

Tang San wore a strange smile, and his killing intent involuntarily emanated from his body.

He used to feel fear and inferiority when facing Dai Tian.

In front of Dai Tian, ​​he was like a clown, unable to lift his head at all.

But now, he's no less capable than Dai Tian. Standing beside Dai Tian is his great-grandfather, and that's his source of confidence. Moreover, after joining the Haotian Sect, his noble birth means he's no longer just an ordinary country boy.

"Tang San, congratulations! I never expected you to be so successful." Dai Tian looked Tang San up and down.

"Hmph. I am irreconcilable with the hatred for the murder of my father. Did you know that I, Tang San, would rise to power one day when you committed those heinous acts?" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot.

"Wait. Your father isn't dead. He's still imprisoned in the Spirit Hall's dungeon. If you want to rescue Tang Hao, go soon; your father might still be alive."

"However, Tang San, don't go against the Heavenly Gang. What do you mean I've committed evil deeds?" Dai Tian said speechlessly. Tang San is truly shameless.

How could he say such shameless things so seriously?

Neither Yu Xiaogang nor Tang Hao harbored any resentment. One tried to steal, the other simply robbed...

"Hmph. I'm not just talking nonsense with you. Hand over my mother's soul bone." Tang San's face darkened, and he said coldly.

After learning that his mother was the 100,000-year-old soul beast Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin, Tang San understood that his Blue Silver Grass was different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

His own Blue Silver Grass is of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.

This is also why he has amazed countless people over the years by repeatedly using the Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

However, if the Blue Silver Grass cannot evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor, the upper limit of this martial soul will always be limited.

Among the divine trials arranged for him by the God of Asura was the task of fusing the right leg bone of the Blue Silver Emperor.

The Divine Trial mission clearly states that as long as he fuses with the soul bone left by his mother, his martial soul can evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor.

"Dai Tian, ​​return the piece of my mother's soul bone to me. I'll let you go. At least, I won't lay a hand on you today."

"Your martial soul is incompatible with my mother's attributes. Keeping my mother's soul bone with you will be of no use to you."

Who says it won't be of any use? Wouldn't it be great to make it into a cup?

The Blue Silver Emperor is the only one of its kind on the entire continent.

Cough cough, Dai Tian certainly wasn't that beastly. But Dai Tian wouldn't return it to Tang San so easily.

Without this soul bone, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul would be imperfect.

It's clearly impossible for Tang San to become the Asura God in this imperfect form. Tang San undoubtedly has a very urgent need for this soul bone.

"Your mother's soul bone is indeed with me. But... what do you intend to do to your mother? You wouldn't happen to want to absorb this soul bone, would you?"

"These are your mother's belongings. To improve your own strength, you don't even have this basic respect. What kind of filial piety persona are you trying to cultivate, Tang San?"

Dai Tian was somewhat speechless. From an ethical standpoint, Tang San absorbing his mother's soul bone was indeed problematic.

Tang San is truly a filial son.

Integrating one's own mother into one's body sounds strange, even a bit too perverse.

Tang San's face flushed crimson. He hadn't considered this kind of question before. No one on the continent had ever encountered a problem like Tang San's. After all, only Tang San's mother was a 100,000-year-old soul beast. Everyone else's parents were normal humans.

For a moment, Tang San was completely bewildered by Dai Tian's words.

Thinking about it carefully, Dai Tian was right. Soul bones are the bones of soul beasts. He absorbed his own mother's bones? This…

Tang San was confused and racked his brains trying to find an excuse to refute Dai Tian.

(End of this chapter)