Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spirit Ball, Come Out, Haki Dance!

Chapter 123 Interception (1)

The sound of the carriage wheels rolling over the gravel road had been going on for seven days. Ye Xuan leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

His eyelids were slightly lowered, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he had already gone through the cause and effect in his mind several times.

This time, he intends to use the Spirit Hall to fake his death and escape.

Qian Renxue had already made arrangements, and the Serpent Spear Douluo was hiding in the rear, waiting for the best opportunity.

Thinking of Meng Yiran, Ye Xuan's lips curled into a very faint smile.

Having spent time together over the years, he naturally realized that the girl's heart was beginning to waver between him and Tang San.

From initial wariness and distance, to later reliance and trust, and now to the undisguised tenderness in his eyes when he looks at her, he has gradually become the irreplaceable white moonlight in her heart.

Tang San, despite being her nominal boyfriend, was always separated from her by an inexplicable barrier.

Ye Xuan never stoops to poaching someone's partner openly.

But secretly fanning the flames and letting Tang San experience the bitterness of unrequited love can also be a kind of fun.

Moreover, this faked death was not only a way for him to escape, but also an excellent opportunity to completely win over Meng Yiran's heart.

As long as he "dies" in front of her, especially if he dies while protecting her, Tang San will never truly enter her heart again in this lifetime.

"Brother Xuan Ye, what are you thinking about?" A soft voice came from beside her, her eyes full of concern.

"You don't look too well after such a bumpy journey."

Ye Xuan raised his eyes, instantly concealing the scheming in them and replacing it with a gentle smile.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about the journey ahead. Wuhun City is a long way away, and I'm afraid it won't be peaceful." His tone was calm, as if he were just saying it casually, but he accurately hit the unease hidden in the group at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yiran subconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, and her gaze towards the window held a hint of worry.

"With Teacher Liu Erlong and the others around, there shouldn't be any problems, right? Besides, there are elders from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School accompanying us as well."

Even so, her voice trembled slightly.

The Spirit Hall's reputation was known throughout the Douluo Continent, and everyone knew of their murderous intent towards Tang San.

Ye Xuan gently patted the back of her hand, the delicate touch stirring something within him. "Don't worry, I'm here."

These four simple words convey an undeniable certainty.

This was exactly the effect he wanted: to make Meng Yiran get used to relying on him and to make her feel that he was her strongest support.

Only in this way will the impact of his "death" be strong enough.

Just then, the carriage suddenly shook violently, followed by a piercing metallic clang and a chorus of exclamations.

Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed. They're here! He quickly shielded Meng Yiran behind him and lifted the carriage curtain to look outside.

Suddenly, five figures emerged from both sides of the cliff, all of them possessing the cultivation level of Soul Saint.

The surge of soul power swept in like a violent storm, its target the Blue Tyrant Academy's carriage. Clearly, these people were sent by the Spirit Hall to intercept and kill Tang San.

"Oh no! It's the Spirit Hall!"

A furious roar came from outside the carriage. The next second, Liu Erlong, Flander, and Zhao Wuji attacked simultaneously, unleashing three powerful soul force barriers that blocked the three Soul Saints. The intense clash of soul skills was deafening, and the energy shockwaves caused the surrounding trees to shake violently.

Seeing this, the other teams from different colleges all looked frightened, but no one dared to step forward to help.

Everyone understands that this is an attack by the Spirit Hall against Tang San, and intervening rashly will only backfire.

Ye Xuan saw all of this.

Meng Yiran gripped Ye Xuan's sleeve tightly, her face as pale as paper.

"Brother Xuan Ye, are they—are they really here to kill the mistress?"

Although she was Tang San's girlfriend, she was well aware of the terrifying power of the Spirit Hall and was completely terrified at the moment.

"Don't be afraid, everything will be alright," Ye Xuan whispered to comfort him, his gaze fixed on the battlefield.

He knew the real killer move was yet to come.

Serpent Spear Douluo said that Ghost Douluo would personally take action, and his task was to stage the scene of sacrificing himself to save the beauty the moment Ghost Douluo made his move.

Sure enough, just as Liu Erlong and his companions were locked in fierce combat with the Soul Saints, a dark figure appeared silently near the Blue Tyrant Academy carriage like a ghost. The figure moved with incredible speed, almost impossible to track; it was none other than Ghost Douluo from the Spirit Hall!

Ghost Douluo wore a sinister smirk, his gaze like a poisoned blade, fixed intently on Tang San inside the carriage.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flashed through the carriage's protection, and a withered, bony hand reached straight for Tang San's neck.

"Tang San! Watch out!" Meng Yiran screamed, her face filled with terror.

Tang San reacted quickly, rapidly circulating his soul power to try and defend himself, but Ghost Douluo's strength far exceeded his expectations. That palm, carrying immense soul power, instantly gripped his throat.

Tang San's face turned bright red, he had difficulty breathing, and his eyes were filled with resentment and anger.

He hadn't expected that Ghost Douluo would personally take action, and so quickly at that.

Liu Erlong and his two companions were entangled by the Soul Saint and had no time to rescue him. The other elders were also taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

Just as Tang San was about to die at the hands of Ghost Douluo, a glint flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. The time had come!

Just as he was about to rush out as planned, he suddenly sensed a sharp sword aura slicing through the sky, its speed even faster than Ghost Douluo's surprise attack.

"Hmph, people from the Spirit Hall dare to be so insolent before me!"

A cold snort resounded like a thunderclap, and then an old man dressed in a white robe and holding a long sword appeared in front of the carriage.

With his flowing white hair, sharp eyes like swords, and a soul power fluctuation that made one's heart tremble, he was none other than the guardian elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Swordsmanship and a heart of dust!

Sword Dao Chenxin's longsword trembled slightly, and a dazzling sword aura slashed towards Ghost Douluo.

Ghost Douluo's expression changed, and he had no choice but to release Tang San and defend himself. With a loud "clang," the sword energy collided with Ghost Douluo's soul power, unleashing an astonishing energy ripple.

Ghost Douluo was forced to retreat repeatedly, his eyes filled with apprehension as he looked at Sword Dao Chenxin.

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin, I didn't expect you to actually make a move."

He clearly hadn't expected the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to value Tang San so much, even sending Sword Douluo to accompany and protect him.

Sword Dao Chenxin, holding a long sword, stood before the carriage like an insurmountable mountain, and said coldly.

"Anyone who dares to touch him will have to get past my sword first!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strong sense of intimidation, causing the Soul Saints of the Spirit Hall present to hesitate.

Tang San coughed violently, clutching his throat. His face was still pale, but his eyes held a hint of relief at surviving a disaster.

He looked at Jian Dao Chenxin. Although he knew that the other party had saved him for a reason, he still bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Elder Chenxin."