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

Chapter 126 Public Execution (1)

Ye Xuan straightened up and looked up at Bibi Dong.

"Not only did I help the Holy Maiden Qian Renxue gain the trust of Emperor Xueye, but I also discovered an important secret: Tang San, the son of Tang Hao, may have received divine protection."

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and she leaned forward slightly. "Tell me more."

"Tang San is the son of Tang Hao and Ah Yin, this has been confirmed," Ye Xuan said slowly.

"He revealed his second spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, during the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament. He was exceptionally talented and reached the level of Soul Master at the age of thirteen."

"More importantly, during my interactions with him, I sensed a faint divine aura emanating from him. This aura is something that ordinary soul masters cannot possess, and even titled Douluo may not have it."

He paused, then continued.

"Moreover, he killed Shi Nian, a Spiritual Soul Saint, while holding the Soul Master's status. After that, a gem-like intelligent skull appeared on his body, which made his spiritual power far exceed that of other Soul Masters of the same level. He could even see through the illusions created by the Martial Soul Fusion Technique."

"This disciple suspects that Shi Nian's death may very well be due to the deity that existed behind him."

Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment, then lightly tapped the armrest of the papal chair with her fingertips, producing a crisp sound.

The hall was silent. Ye Xuan remained silent after saying those words.

After a long while, Bibi Dong finally spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible amusement.

"Divine protection? Interesting. Is Tang Chen's grandson about to accomplish what Tang Chen couldn't back then?"

Her gaze grew increasingly cold. "No matter who's behind him, as long as he's Tang Hao's son, and as long as he threatens the Spirit Hall's position, he must die!"

Ye Xuan's heart tightened, and he lowered his head, saying, "Teacher is wise. I believe we must take action as soon as possible and eliminate Tang San completely before he grows up."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over Ye Xuan below, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

"Well, now that you're back, go and keep your senior sister company. I'll personally handle things regarding Tang San."

"I want to see if this so-called divine protection can actually save his life."

"Yes, Your disciple obeys."

Ye Xuan bowed in response.

Bibi Dong waved her hand, signaling him to step back.

Ye Xuan turned around and walked out of the hall.

As Ye Xuan stepped out of the Papal Palace, the sunlight shone on him, warm and dazzling.

He took a deep breath, feeling the soul power gradually recovering within his body, a playful look in his eyes.

"Hehehe, Tang San, I hope you'll like the surprise I've prepared for you."

A week later.

The streets of Wuhun City were already bustling with activity.

But amidst today's clamor, there was a strange restlessness. Many Soul Masters held crystal-clear recording crystals in their hands, their eyes full of mockery and gossip, and they gathered in twos and threes to whisper among themselves.

"My God! Is this really Yu Xiaogang, the young sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan?" A young Soul Master held the crystal, his voice filled with disbelief.

"He always acts all high and mighty, but I never expected him to be doing this kind of thing in an alley with those three thugs from Soto City!"

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On the crystal screen, Yu Xiaogang, dressed in faded white clothes with messy hair, was being pinned against the wall by Bu Lesi, while Tianya and E Kao made a ruckus nearby.

The three men wore lewd smiles, and Yu Xiaogang's expression was particularly interesting, showing both anger and a somewhat embarrassed attempt to dodge.

Such scenes were playing out simultaneously in every corner of Wuhun City.

At the entrances of shops, on the steps of the Spirit Hall branch, and even in the gardens of noble mansions, wherever there are crowds, the light of the photo crystals flashes.

Thousands of crystals, like pebbles thrown into a lake, instantly created a massive wave in Wuhun City.

Deep within the Papal Palace, the dark purple buildings stood solemn and imposing, yet the atmosphere inside was so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

Bibidon sat on the papal throne, her skin as white as snow, accentuated by a black papal robe trimmed with gold.

But her stunningly beautiful face was completely bloodless. Her slender fingers gripped a recording crystal tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and even trembling slightly.

The images on the screen played repeatedly: Yu Xiaogang's disheveled appearance and the foul language of Bu Le and the other two were like the sharpest knives, cutting into her heart again and again.

"Yu Xiaogang—" Bibi Dong murmured the name in a hoarse voice.

In her mind, Yu Xiaogang was a gifted genius, a young man who, even after being abandoned by his family and suffering a mutation in his martial soul, always held fast to his original aspirations and cherished his ideals.

Even though the two later went their separate ways, in her heart, Yu Xiaogang was still someone she could look up to and someone she could remember.

She hated his cowardice and his retreat, but she never imagined that he would be in such a wretched state as seen in the crystal.

Those lewd gestures and those evasive eyes completely shattered the last vestige of hope she had.

The belief that had sustained her for years seemed to collapse at this moment.

She always believed that her judgment back then was correct, and that the mistake was fate and worldly obstacles.

But now it seems that perhaps she misjudged him from the very beginning.

"Pfft—" A mouthful of blood spilled from Bibi Dong's mouth without warning, dripping onto her black robe like blooming red plum blossoms, a shocking sight.

She abruptly closed her eyes, forcefully suppressing the turmoil in her heart. When she opened them again, the vulnerability in her eyes had been replaced by extreme coldness, but the deep-seated humiliation and disgrace remained like a persistent, incurable wound.

Who is she? She is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, one of the most powerful women in the entire Douluo Continent. Yet, the person she cherished and remembered for so many years was exposed in this way, becoming a laughingstock in the entire Spirit City.

And this ridicule will eventually backfire on her. Everyone will know that the former saint, now the pope, fell in love with such a despicable man.

"Investigate! Investigate immediately!" Bibi Dong's voice was icy cold, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Whoever did it, I'll tear them to pieces!"

Upon hearing this, the maid outside the hall trembled with fright and quickly bowed and retreated, not daring to linger for even a moment.

They had followed Bibi Dong for many years and had never seen the Pope so out of control; the murderous intent in his tone almost froze the entire Papal Palace.

Over the next three days, the Spirit Hall mobilized all its forces to thoroughly investigate the source of the recording crystal.

The soul masters of the Papal Palace moved like ghosts through every corner of Wuhun City, questioning merchants, checking passersby, and even investigating all the major and minor forces in the city.

No matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any clues. The photographic crystals seemed to have appeared out of thin air, without any trace of their creation, and no one saw who had distributed them.