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

Chapter 125 Fake Death to Escape, Meng Yiran's Heartbreak Leads to Darkening

The opponent who had always put pressure on him, the person who had subtly threatened his relationship with Meng Yiran, had actually died.

After the initial shock, an indescribable feeling of comfort welled up inside me.

Tang San subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, a hint of barely perceptible schadenfreude flashing in his eyes.

Xuan Ye is dead, and no one will compete with him for Meng Yiran anymore!

From this day forward, he will belong to her alone!

He was about to step forward to comfort Meng Yiran when he met her raised eyes.

Meng Yiran's eyes were empty and cold, devoid of their former gentleness, leaving only endless silence.

When she saw the fleeting gloating in Tang San's eyes, as well as the deliberately feigned sadness and hypocrisy, the last bit of trust she had in him completely collapsed.

So that's what he was thinking.

It turns out that, in his eyes, Xuan Ye's death was actually something to be happy about.

A desolate smile appeared on Meng Yiran's lips, and the deathly stillness in her eyes was gradually replaced by a cold hatred.

She slowly stood up, not glancing at Tang San, but staring intently at the direction where the blood mist dissipated. Tears rolled down her cheeks again, but this time they carried a chilling coldness.

Tang San felt a pang of unease under her gaze and instinctively suppressed his emotions, feigning concern as he spoke.

"Yiran, don't be too sad. Xuan Ye... he is a hero."

But Meng ignored him, turned around, and walked step by step toward the wreckage of the carriage, her back view lonely and resolute.

Tang San watched her retreating figure, a strange unease rising in his heart.

He always felt that something had completely changed the moment Xuan Ye died.

Between him and Meng Yiran, there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm, a chasm forged by Xuan Ye's blood and life, which could never be filled.

Ye Xuan hid in the dense forest not far away, using his mental simulation ability to take in everything on the battlefield.

Seeing Meng Yiran's heartbroken appearance and hearing Tang San's hypocritical relief, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Xuan Ye died, but died in Meng Yiran's heart, becoming her eternal, indelible white moonlight.

Tang San, what you lost was not just an opponent, but also the heart of the one you loved.

Hehehe... This performance was a great success.

Deep in the dense forest, miasma swirled, silencing all sounds from the outside world.

Ye Xuan leaned against an old locust tree, blood still streaming from the penetrating wound in his abdomen. His clothes were stained red in large patches, sticking to his skin and causing a stinging pain.

He grimaced and hissed, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the Serpent Spear Douluo standing beside him with his arms crossed, his tone filled with gritted teeth.

"You old bastard, you went too far! Even though I told you beforehand to avoid vital areas, this pain is truly excruciating!"

The Serpent Spear Douluo removed his mask, revealing a slightly lewd face with a mocking look in his eyes.

"I will naturally carry out His Highness's orders flawlessly. Besides, with your recovery ability, this injury will heal in just a few minutes. Why complain?"

He looked Ye Xuan up and down, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"To fake your death so that a woman will remember you for a lifetime, your twisted sense of humor is truly unique."

Ye Xuan rolled his eyes and said irritably.

"What do you know? This is called strategy. Tang San's identity is extraordinary. He cherishes Meng Yiran like a treasure, but I'll make sure she only has eyes for Xuan Ye, that dead man," so he can taste the bitterness of unrequited love.

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft emerald green light appeared in his palm, and a surge of pure life energy flowed out from his body, slowly enveloping the wound in his abdomen.

This is Ah Yin's power.

As the emerald green light flowed, the bleeding at the wound gradually stopped, and the muscles and bones healed at a visible speed, greatly reducing the pain.

"The Blue Silver Emperor's regenerative abilities are indeed well-deserved." A hint of admiration flashed in Serpent Spear Douluo's eyes.

Ye Xuan didn't reply, focusing instead on circulating his soul power to guide his life energy to heal his injuries.

Two and a half minutes later, he slowly stood up, moved his body a bit, and found that the wound on his abdomen had completely healed without leaving a single scar.

He dusted himself off, his eyes regaining their usual sharpness.

"Alright, your injuries are almost healed. Next, I need to return to the Spirit Hall. Go and tell your proud young master."

"Back to the Spirit Hall?"

Serpent Spear Douluo was somewhat surprised.

"Will you no longer remain with the Heaven Dou Empire region team?"

"Xuan Ye is already dead; there's no point in keeping him alive."

Ye Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Moreover, I have something more important to report to the teacher. That kid Tang San is far more complex than we imagined."

Serpent Spear Douluo's heart skipped a beat: "What did you discover?"

"He may be a successor of a god, and the god standing behind him once helped him deal with Shi Nian, the dean of Canghui Academy."

Serpent Spear Douluo's expression changed drastically: "A god? How is this possible? No god has descended upon the Douluo Continent for a thousand years!"

"Nothing is impossible." Ye Xuan shook his head.

"Tang San's father is Tang Hao, and his mother is the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor A Yin. Such a background is already defying the heavens."

"In addition to his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, and his ability to kill a Soul Saint while holding the status of a Soul Master."

"All signs indicate that he is hiding a huge secret."

Serpent Spear Douluo was silent for a moment, then nodded: "In that case, we should indeed report to the Hall of Worship as soon as possible. If Tang San really has the protection of the gods, he will definitely be a major threat to our Spirit Hall."

Without another word, the two figures flashed and sped off towards the direction of Wuhun City.

Three days later, led by the titled Douluo Serpent Spear, they arrived at Spirit City.

This magnificent city is located in the heart of the Douluo Continent. Its walls soar into the clouds and are made entirely of white jade, radiating a holy and majestic light under the sunlight.

The most prominent building in the city is the magnificent Papal Palace, its spire piercing the clouds, symbolizing the supreme status of the Spirit Hall in the Douluo Continent.

Ye Xuan quietly entered Martial Soul City and headed straight for the Pope's Palace.

Meanwhile, Serpent Spear Douluo rushed towards the Hall of Worship.

The disciples of the Spirit Hall along the way bowed respectfully upon seeing Ye Xuan, their eyes filled with awe.

As the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Ye Xuan's talent and strength have long been deeply recognized. With the personal guidance of Pope Bibi Dong, his status in the Spirit Hall is second only to Bibi Dong and a few Grand Elders.

Ye Xuan walked straight to the center of the hall, bowed to the papal chair inlaid with countless jewels, and said, "Disciple Ye Xuan greets Master."

On the papal throne, Bibi Dong wore a black papal robe with golden patterns that shimmered on the fabric, outlining her exquisite figure.

Upon hearing Ye Xuan's voice, she slowly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on Ye Xuan, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"You're back. Did you gain anything from your trip to the Heavenly Dou Empire?"

"Teacher, I have learned a great deal."