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

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes narrowed slightly. Xuanju corresponds to Ju Douluo Yue Guan, and Minghun corresponds to Gui Douluo Gui Mei.

Ning Dagang took a deep breath, as if remembering something, and said, "If you face the Papal Palace, be very careful of these two people. They can use a Martial Soul Fusion Technique called [Dual Soul Separation Domain]."

"Once the domain is activated, the martial spirit of any enemy within its range will be forcibly pulled out of their physical body by a powerful gravitational force, forming a semi-transparent phantom of the martial spirit outside their body."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Wuji and Flander's expressions changed drastically.

Was the martial spirit forcibly pulled out of the body?

For Soul Masters, their Martial Soul is the foundation of combat. Once the Martial Soul is forced to leave the body, the Soul Master will not only be unable to unleash Soul Skills, but the basic attribute bonuses brought by the Martial Soul's possession will also disappear. At that point, only the most tangible physical body will remain.

Tang San stood to the side, his fingers slowly loosening.

When a spirit leaves the body, one cannot use spirit skills. This is indeed a fatal threat to a spirit master.

But even without his martial spirit, he still possesses the hidden weapons of the Tang Clan from his past life, as well as the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Ghost Shadow Tracking. If everyone loses the protection of their martial spirit in that realm, his hidden weapons will become reapers of death.

Yu Xiaogang took two steps closer, his eyes behind his mask locking onto Ning Dagang on the ground: "Tell me more about the secrets and evolutionary path of the hexagonal Haotian Hammer."

Ning Dagang shuddered, clutching his bleeding head and shrinking back: "I...I really don't know. These fragments were just something I glanced at by chance in an ancient book in the cabinet years ago. I have no access to any deeper secrets."

Seeing him like this, Yu Xiaogang knew that this was the limit.

Flander stepped forward. "You just mentioned Tang Hao. Who is he?"

Ning Dagang was stunned.

He looked up, somewhat bewildered, his gaze shifting between Tang San and Flander. The kid who punched him in the stomach looked exactly like a young Tang Hao; and these people were actually asking him who Tang Hao was?

But he dared not ask a question. The cramping in his stomach and the blood on his head reminded him that saying even the slightest thing could mean death. He was truly terrified of being beaten.

"Tang Hao... was the previous Pope of the Haotian Palace." Ning Dagang swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and answered quickly.

Tang San, standing at the back, suddenly felt a tremor in his fingertips.

pope?

In this world, my father is actually the highest authority in the Haotian Palace?

Ning Dagang didn't dare to pause, and poured out the events of that year like beans spilling from a bamboo tube: "More than ten years ago, a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast, the Blue Silver Spider Queen, appeared on the continent. Pope Tang Hao personally led the elites of the Clear Sky Palace to hunt her down. But no one expected that the Angel Douluo Qian Xunji of the Angel Sect would suddenly appear out of nowhere."

"The transformed soul beast was driven to the brink of despair and ultimately sacrificed itself to Qian Xunji. Qian Xunji's strength surged, and he severely injured Pope Tang Hao on the spot, then fled far away with a newborn child."

"After Tang Hao was rescued and brought back to the Haotian Palace, he died not long after his injuries were too severe. Later, Bibi Yin ascended to the throne and became the current new Pope."

The voice just fell.

"Bang!"

Yu Xiaogang kicked Ning Dagang hard in the chest. Ning Dagang slid back half a meter like a tattered sack.

"You're lying again." Yu Xiaogang's voice carried a hint of satisfaction as he pressed his shoe sole against Ning Dagang's shoulder, slowly grinding it down.

"You just said it yourself, Tang Xiao commands the Hall of Offerings, is the sect leader of the Tang Clan's inner sect, and is also the supreme commander of the Haotian Guard. He holds the most elite military force of the Haotian Palace in his hands, so why doesn't he become the Pope?"

The repeated humiliations completely contorted Ning Dagang's features, and tears streamed down his face again as he wailed, "I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare lie! Everything I said is true!"

"The Haotian Palace may look like a behemoth, but it's not a completely public organization at all! Its foundation lies in the Tang family's legacy!" Ning Dagang explained in a hoarse voice, "In order to balance the power of the Tang family's inner sect and other elders from other clans, they had no choice but to elect Bibi Yin to lead the Papal Palace!"

"Think about it, Tang Xiao already controls the Inner Sect and the Haotian Guard. If he becomes Pope as well, wouldn't the entire Haotian Palace become a one-man show by the Tang family? How could the elders from other clans possibly agree to that? If they force their way in, the Haotian Palace will immediately be thrown into civil war and split apart!"

Yu Xiaogang loosened his grip slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly beneath his mask.

"If the Tang family can't have absolute power, then why was Tang Hao the last Pope?"

Ning Dagang gasped for breath, tears streaming down his face, feeling wronged: "It's because the previous leader was Tang Hao! When he was in power, the Tang family's power expanded to its extreme, and there was already a great deal of opposition within the Haotian Palace."

"So, with Tang Hao's death, all the factions broke off all pretense of civil war. To quell the impending conflict, each side compromised and installed a woman from another family as Pope, barely managing to quell the flames of war. It was all a result of compromise!"

Yu Xiaogang withdrew his foot and fell into deep thought.

The waters here run deeper than he imagined. The power struggle between the Tang clan and the elders of other clans is like Bi Biyin's balancing act in the cracks. This is not only a vast intelligence network, but also a huge vulnerability that can be exploited. If handled properly, Tang San has a real chance to use the power of the Tang clan's inner sect to carve out a way out of the Haotian Palace.

"Alright." Yu Xiaogang looked up at Flander. "Let's go first. We've got most of the details we needed to know. We can take the rest back and interrogate them later."

Flanders nodded and patted Zhao Wuji's broad back twice.

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly and stepped forward like a black bear standing upright. He pulled a thick hemp rope from his storage soul tool and quickly tied up Ning Dagang, who was slumped on the ground, before hoisting him onto his broad shoulders.

Ning Dagang originally thought that these evil people would let him go after asking him questions, but when his body was lifted into the air, he suddenly realized what was happening and panicked instantly.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" Ning Dagang struggled desperately.

"I've already told you! I've answered all your questions truthfully! You should let me go, why are you taking me away?"

Yu Xiaogang walked to the window and stopped when he heard the hysterical question.

He turned around and, by the moonlight, looked at the face on Zhao Wuji's shoulder that resembled his own but was also covered in tears. A nameless fire instantly surged up in his heart.

Yu Xiaogang bent down and picked up the thickest, bloodstained wooden stick from the broken chair wreckage he had just smashed.

He walked up to Ning Dagang, raised the wooden stick, and swung it down on the man's back.

"Bang."

"Ah! I was wrong!"

Yu Xiaogang casually tossed the broken half of the wood aside, dusted off the wood chips, and

Did I beg you to tell me?

Did I beg you? Did I say "please," "please"?

After saying that, he climbed out of the window without looking back. Flander, Tang San, and Zhao Wuji carrying Ning Dagang followed closely behind, the four dark figures disappearing into the night.

A deathly silence returned to the dormitory. A cold wind swept through, leaving only shattered pieces of wood, an overturned desk, and a pool of dark red blood slowly drying...