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

Chapter 142 The Tragedy of Tang Hao

When Ye Xuan's words reached Tang San's ears, his face turned ashen and he began to pant heavily.

He collapsed to the ground, tears mingling with blood, his face filled with despair and resentment.

He looked at Ye Xuan, and then at Ah Yin standing behind Ye Xuan. The hatred in his heart was extinguished as if doused with ice water, leaving only an endless sense of powerlessness.

They not only lost the game and their dignity, but also their last hope.

The referee stepped onto the ring and announced the announcement in a loud voice.

"The Spirit Hall Academy team wins the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament Finals!"

Bibi Dong stood up, a satisfied smile on her face.

Ye Xuan's performance far exceeded her expectations; she had not made the wrong choice in selecting this holy son.

Ye Xuan turned around, bowed slightly towards the direction of the papal seat, then walked towards A Yin and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, A Yin."

Ah Yin smiled gently, stepped forward and gave Ye Xuan a hug with eyes full of smiles, then turned into a phantom and merged back into Ye Xuan's third soul ring.

The champion of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament has been determined.

The golden pillar of light in the central arena of Wuhun City suddenly froze.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a moon-white papal robe inlaid with gold, stood at the highest point of the podium, her fingertips gently supporting three radiant soul bones with the faint soul power swirling around them.

"Hu Liena." Her voice was clear and cold, and the first soul bone with a dark red hue floated towards the alluring girl.

"This skull, a product of the 50,000-year-old Holy Illusion Demon Ape, a skull imbued with the wisdom of concentrated spirit, is now yours."

Hu Liena's eyes lit up, and her ears turned red as she curtsied: "Thank you, Your Holiness!"

"Yan." The second crimson soul bone flew toward the burly young man, the heavy aura surrounding it almost crushing the air.

"This right arm bone, bursting with fiery flames, belongs to you."

Yan trembled with excitement, his hands gripping the Soul Bone so tightly that the veins bulged.

"I would gladly die for His Holiness the Pope's grace!"

"Evil Moon."

The last dark blue soul bone hovered in front of Xie Yue, its sharp aura causing ripples in the surrounding air.

"The left leg bone of the speed-running 'Chasing the Wind' belongs to you."

Xie Yue's eyes were solemn as he bowed deeply: "Your Highness, I will certainly not fail you!"

Ye Xuan, as the Holy Son, gave away all three champion soul bones, but took nothing, causing an uproar among the audience.

The next second, a chilling, bone-piercing soul force suddenly pressed down from the sky, sealing off the entire arena with an invisible barrier, preventing even sunlight from penetrating the dark purple light curtain.

"Not good!" Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, changed his expression drastically. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda quietly appeared in his hand, but he did not release any amplification.

Beside him stood Sword Douluo Chen Xin, his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, a flash of sword light in his eyes.

On the high platform, Bibi Dong wore a black papal robe with golden patterns flowing around her, her expression as cold as ice.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red, red, red—nine spirit rings, like nine shackles, instantly sealed off the entire arena.

An invisible barrier of soul power completely isolated the arena from the outside world. The gasps from the audience came to an abrupt halt, and everyone was terrified by this sudden turn of events.

"Bibi Dong! What are you doing?"

Tang San slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with terror and anger as he watched Bibi Dong closing in.

He had just suffered a crushing defeat in the finals and was exhausted both physically and mentally. Now, facing the pressure from a Title Douluo-level being, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Bibi Dong looked down at him, her eyes icy cold and devoid of any warmth: "What for? Naturally, to eliminate you, this unstable factor."

"You wicked woman!" Tang San roared, his tears mingling with blood.

"You killed my mother, imprisoned my father, and now you want to kill me! I will never forgive you!"

"Kill your mother? Imprison your father?" Bibi Dong sneered, her tone full of mockery.

"Tang San, you've really been completely brainwashed by that coward Tang Hao. You think I killed your mother, Ah Yin? Wrong!"

She died because of Tang Hao's scheme!

Her voice was cold and clear, echoing throughout the entire stadium.

"Back then, Tang Hao knew that Ah Yin was a 100,000-year-old soul beast, yet he deliberately exposed her to the Spirit Hall's sight, using her sacrifice to break through to the Title Douluo realm! And your father's imprisonment was well-deserved! He killed the former Pope Qian Xunji, and this blood debt must naturally be repaid by him!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Tang San shook his head frantically. "My father isn't that kind of person! You're lying!"

"Lying?" Bibi Dong's eyes flashed, and her soul power pressure suddenly intensified, causing Tang San to cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Everyone in the Douluo Continent knows what kind of person Tang Hao is! As the child of a sinner, keeping you alive will only bring trouble sooner or later. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and kill you on the spot!"

A palpable killing intent enveloped Tang San, chilling him to the bone and causing his teeth to chatter uncontrollably. He knew Bibi Dong was serious; she really intended to kill him!

"Sect Leader Ning! Save me!" Tang San struggled to look at Ning Fengzhi in the audience, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Rongrong and I are friends, you can't just stand by and watch her die!"

Ning Fengzhi sat in the VIP section, toying with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand, his expression calm, ignoring Tang San's pleas for help.

He knew very well that the Spirit Hall was now very powerful, and Bibi Dong was ruthless. Offending the Spirit Hall for the sake of Tang San would be a losing proposition.

Moreover, Tang San and Ning Rongrong didn't have any deep relationship at all, so it wasn't worth the risk for him.

"Vice Sect Master Yu! Please, save my life!" Tang San turned to Yu Luomian, the vice sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Luomian scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain: "Boy, who do you think you are? You think you're worthy of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's help? Dying at Bibi Dong's hands is your own fault!"

Representatives from other major sects also lowered their heads, pretending not to see Tang San's plea for help.

No one wants to invite the Spirit Hall's retaliation for the sake of an insignificant Tang San.

For a moment, Tang San found himself completely isolated and helpless.

Looking at the indifferent faces around him, he was filled with despair.

These people, who usually appear respectable and claim to be from prestigious and upright families, dare not utter a single word of justice when it comes to crucial moments.

"Hahaha..." Tang San suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sorrow and madness.

"Fine! Fine! Fine! Bibi Dong, go ahead and do it! Even if I, Tang San, die, I will never let you go!"

Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed, and she stopped talking nonsense.

She knew that there might be a deity from the God Realm behind Tang San, and that things could get complicated if she waited too long; she had to kill him as soon as possible.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Eternal Creation!"

With a soft shout, Bibi Dong's sixth soul ring suddenly lit up, and pale purple soul power condensed into a strange dagger. The dagger was covered with terrifying runes and exuded a chilling aura.

This attack, imbued with all her soul power, was enough to instantly kill any Soul Master below the Title Douluo level!

The dagger, accompanied by a whistling sound as it tore through the air, stabbed towards Tang San's brow.

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