Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

It was late at night in Nuoyi City, Tiandou Empire.

This remote town, located right next to the border, has a layout somewhat similar to Nottingham.

In the faculty dormitory of Nuoyi Junior Soul Master Academy, a single oil lamp flickered dimly. Ning Dagang pushed aside a thick stack of manuscripts on martial soul theory and rubbed his aching temples in frustration.

During this time, he was burning with rage. The group of students from Clays Academy seemed to have vanished into thin air overnight, along with his old friend Frania. He searched frantically in Soto City for half a month, then ran back to Notting City, and even went to Qian San's hometown, but he couldn't find a single hair on their heads.

Having given up completely, he left Notting City. Since he had already taken on Qian San as his disciple there, and the luck around Notting City probably wouldn't produce any good talents for the next few years, he simply moved to this City of Noyi, hoping to try his luck again.

A cold wind slipped in through the window cracks, causing the flames to flicker.

"Bang!"

The tightly closed wooden window was forcibly smashed open with tremendous force, scattering sawdust everywhere. The night wind rushed into the room, extinguishing the oil lamp.

Ning Dagang suddenly stood up, his soul power instantly flowing throughout his body. Although he was only a Great Soul Master, in this remote and impoverished primary academy, he was still a respected "master".

"Who goes there! How dare you cause trouble in the academy?" Ning Dagang shouted sternly.

Before the words were even finished, four dark figures had already silently entered the room.

Without a word, a wave of oppressive force crashed down on him like a tangible blow. Ning Dagang didn't even have time to release his martial spirit before his bones emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound. His knees buckled, and with a "thud," he was pressed firmly back onto the wooden chair, unable to move even a finger.

The leading figure in black casually waved his hand, and cyan soul power rapidly spread along the wall, instantly forming an impenetrable soul power barrier that completely isolated the aura and sound of the entire room.

Ning Dagang was covered in cold sweat and breathing rapidly.

Soul Saint!

In Nuoyi City, where even Soul Venerables are rare, a Soul Saint-level expert is an insurmountable obstacle!

The visitor was none other than Flander. To minimize their visibility, the other Shrek Academy students had been left in a secluded inn in the city. Tonight, only Flander, Zhao Wuji, Yu Xiaogang, and Tang San were there to scout and make the arrest.

Zhao Wuji walked to the table, casually pulled over a chair with his thick fingers, and sat down, the wooden chair creaking under the weight. He looked down at the immobilized Ning Dagang and grinned.

"You're that Ning Dagang?"

Ning Dagang gritted his teeth, enduring the oppressive feeling in his internal organs. He knew he had met his match today, but despite being humiliated on his own turf, a hint of arrogance still shone in his eyes.

"Don't you seniors feel it's beneath your dignity to intrude so late at night?" Ning Dagang forced himself to steady his breathing, wanting to reveal his trump card, "Whatever your purpose, you'd better find out before you act. I am from the Seven Treasures Blue Lightning Glazed Tile Sect..."

He had only spoken halfway when a thin figure took a step forward beside him.

Wearing a mask, Yu Xiaogang used the moonlight streaming through the window to see clearly the middle-aged man in front of him who looked eight or nine parts like himself. His eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't speak.

Immediately afterwards, Tang San stepped out from behind Yu Xiaogang.

The moonlight shone through the window and fell directly on Tang San's face.

Ning Dagang's voice stopped abruptly.

His eyes, which had been trying to maintain composure, suddenly widened, and he stared intently at Tang San's young face.

So alike. Absolutely so.

This face, these features, it's practically a carbon copy of that person!

The man who, with a single sentence, crushed his proud pride into the mud. The man who cruelly tore him apart from his beloved, forcing him to spend the rest of his life like a stray dog, hiding in a small border town researching flawed theories!

Tang Hao!

"You..." Ning Dagang stared intently at Tang San, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resentment.

"Who are you to Tang Hao?!"

Upon hearing the name "Tang Hao," the people in the room quickly exchanged glances.

We've found the right person.

Ning Dagang was still panting in pain, preparing to throw more chips, when he was suddenly struck hard in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

Without uttering a single word, Tang San delivered a powerful hook punch, slamming it into Ning Dagang's stomach.

"Ugh—" Ning Dagang's eyes bulged out suddenly, and he sprayed out a mixture of acid and his dinner. He curled up in his chair like a boiled shrimp, almost passing out.

"You dare call Tang Hao's name?" Tang San sneered.

Standing at the back, Yu Xiaogang's muscles twitched uncontrollably beneath his mask. Watching Tang San mercilessly beat a face that bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to his own, the eerie sense of dislocation made him feel uneasy.

But he suppressed this strange feeling, stepped forward, and stood in front of Tang San.

"We ask, you answer," Yu Xiaogang said, his voice deliberately lowered.

"Good answer, live. Dare to play tricks, die."

The excruciating pain completely shattered Ning Dagang's mental defenses. Having swaggered around in this remote Nuoyi City for so long, he had long forgotten the fear of being on the brink of death. Now, facing this group of ruthless characters who treated human life like dirt, he clutched his stomach and nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling with pain: "I'll talk... I'll tell you everything!"

Flander and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance, then took a half-step back in tacit agreement, disappearing into the shadows inside the room.

Let's leave the battle to Yu Xiaogang. No one understands Yu Xiaogang better than himself when it comes to judging him.

"What is the name of the current Pope?" Yu Xiaogang asked the first question.

Ning Dagang was taken aback. He had expected this group to press him for some earth-shattering secret, but instead, they asked such a common-sense question. Even a three-year-old child on the mainland knows the Pope's name.

In that brief moment of hesitation, a hint of ferocity flashed in Tang San's eyes. Thinking that Ning Dagang was deliberately trying to delay, he raised his leg and kicked him hard in the side of his knee.

It has to be said that violently beating this face, which bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to his teacher, stirred a strange feeling in Tang San's heart.

"Click."

"Ah—!" Ning Dagang screamed in agony, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Bibi Yin! The current Pope is called Bibi Yin!"

Bibi Silver.

Yu Xiaogang then pressed on, "What is her martial spirit?"

Ning Dagang trembled with pain and quickly said, afraid of being kicked again, "It's a twin martial soul! The Death Grass Emperor and the Soul Devouring Grass Emperor!"

A brief silence fell over the room.

Yu Xiaogang frowned. "Death" and "Soul Devouring"—these two attributes matched Bibi Dong. But… the Grass Emperor?

The spider turned into grass? How could a plant-type martial soul possibly control such a terrifying death attribute?

Grass can have an emperor?