Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary.

Chapter 647 A Premature Descent into Death

Blue bricks and white tiles.

Blood trickled down the soldier's armor and onto the ground, staining the blue brick pavement. The onlookers murmured amongst themselves, but ultimately no one stepped forward.

"He's dead?"

The Evil Eye Tyrant asked in a low voice.

Seemingly sensing the suppressed emotions in Han Tao, the Evil Eye Tyrant wisely lowered his voice. However, what puzzled him was, "Why didn't Han Tao intervene when he disliked this nobleman's behavior?"

"Yes, dead!"

Han Tao went into the city.

He didn't look back at the guard's body, nor did he investigate the young nobleman's actions, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

"Douluo Continent is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Nobles and Soul Masters hold power and authority over the world. The death of a mere guard will not cause any ripples across the entire continent."

The Evil Eye Tyrant suddenly snapped out of his daze. "Han Tao, shouldn't we do something?"

"This has nothing to do with us."

Han Tao paused slightly, but only for a moment.

"The guards are dead! The city guards are dead!"

The guard captain shouted that the situation here was being relayed up the chain of command step by step, and the city lord of Notting City and the branch of the Spirit Hall had all learned of the death of an ordinary guard.

Han Tao saw a familiar person once again.

Xiao Chenyu

Several years later, Xiao Chenyu has inherited his father's title and become the new lord of Notting City.

Xiao Chenyu walked up to the dead guard, reached out and touched his nose to confirm his death. Then he looked at the nobleman next to him.

"You killed him?"

Xiao Chenyu's fingers trembled as he looked at the nobleman questioningly.

"I killed him, but so what?"

This newly rich man spoke with an air of superiority and a disdainful tone.

"Who told him to offend me?"

"This kind of guard who has no sense of propriety, even if he doesn't die at my hands today, he will die at the hands of other powerful people someday in the future. I'm just helping him meet his end sooner."

Xiao Chenyu interrupted angrily, "He may have offended you, but he was merely fulfilling his duty as a guard. How can you say he offended you?"

A young man also arrived from the Spirit Hall. He was dressed in rather luxurious clothes and had a tall and imposing figure.

He looked at Sals and frowned.

"Salas's son?"

"Yes!"

Sals raised his head arrogantly, then looked at Xiao Chenyu with a contemptuous attitude: "I am the son of Platinum Bishop Sals. Let alone killing a guard, even if I kill you right now, no one can say anything, no one dares to say anything."

Xiao Chenyu immediately fell silent.

"Platinum Bishop Salas!"

In the face of the behemoth that is the Spirit Empire, Salas is just an ordinary bishop. But in a small place like Notting City, no one dares to take him seriously.

"Soldier, take his body and move on."

Xiao Chenyu gave the order for the guards beside him to collect the bodies of the city guards. As for the nobleman in front of him, he had no right to question him.

"etc!"

Did I let you leave?

Sals interrupted again, "You want to take his body away? Did you get my permission?"

Xiao Chenyu's expression stiffened upon hearing this.

"What do you want to do?"

He laughed arrogantly, "What do I want to do?"

Sals patted the bishop of the Martial Soul Branch Hall, his tone slightly mocking, "He actually asked me what I wanted to do? City Lord Xiao, how could you be so naive?"

"As the son of the Platinum Bishop, I can do whatever I want. If I want him dead today, he will not escape death."

As he spoke, Sals's expression turned cold.

"Now that I'm going to kill you, you won't escape death either!"

"Lord Ma, seize him!"

The hall master surnamed Ma possessed a slanted blade as his spirit, with a spirit strength of approximately 0.6, which was 0.1 higher than Xiao Chenyu's wolf spirit. However, this 0.1 difference in spirit quality meant that he was able to break through to the Soul Master level and reach the Soul Venerable level, leaving Xiao Chenyu with almost no room to struggle against him.

"A higher quality Martial Soul will yield more resources, more stats from breakthroughs, and naturally, a higher level cap."

"A difference of 0.1 may seem insignificant, but when you look at the masses, it divides them into countless social classes."

Han Tao sighed.

As he slowly extended his hand, the air and the flow of people in the entire city of Nottingham froze in that instant.

"What?"

Sals's expression went blank for a moment.

As Salas's son, his spirit quality is 0.7, and he also receives preferential treatment from the Spirit Hall's resources (which include the basic theory of spirits). Salas's spirit power level has reached the level of a spirit king, which is higher than the "Golden Generation" during Han Tao's time, but not as high as the current "Golden Generation".

Times are progressing, and now the golden generation of the Martial Soul Empire has a Soul Emperor as its highest Soul Power.

"Who is it?"

"Who's there, you cowardly rat hiding in the shadows? Don't let me find you!"

Sals looked up at the sky, searching for Han Tao's figure, but he couldn't find Han Tao's blurred image in his field of vision.

"--presumptuous!"

Han Tao waved his hand gently.

A sound piercing through the force field came from the sky. It wasn't just the wind; along with Han Tao's will, space and time were also transmitting a shockwave.

- Om!

Sals's body exploded.

"A guard without tact is doomed to die, and so are you, without tact!"

Han Tao remained silent as he watched his body turn into a blood mist, drifting in the sunlight.

"You..."

Lord Ma vaguely saw Han Tao's illusory figure, or perhaps he didn't; it was just an illusory figure existing in his imagination.

He muttered to himself, "A Title Douluo, this is a Title Douluo."

A staircase appeared out of thin air in the sky, descending from top to bottom. Han Tao slowly walked down and stood in front of Xiao Chenyu.

"Han Tao?"

Xiao Chenyu recognized Han Tao's identity.

He could no longer get Han Tao to call him "Big Brother"; the gap in their strength, status, and identity had widened to an insurmountable distance.

"Brother Xiao!"

Silence for a long, long time

Han Tao suddenly said, "I've always remembered those 25 gold soul coins!"

When he was at his weakest and most in need of money, Xiao Chenyu lent him 25 gold soul coins. For Han Tao in the past, those 25 gold soul coins were equivalent to the "God King rank" he craved now.

Xiao Chenyu seemed somewhat sentimental.

The sycamore trees beside it bloomed and withered, and decades passed. My former classmate has now embarked on the path of the gods.

"That's all in the past."

"Twenty-five gold soul coins meant nothing to me back then, and they mean nothing to you now."

Han Tao shook his head.

The soul tool quietly turned, taking out a document containing information about the "Two-Headed Wolf" martial soul and handing it to Xiao Chenyu.

"These theories might be helpful to you."

"If you encounter any difficulties, you can seek help from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, or you can go directly to the Spirit Empire and mention my name. No one will dare to stop you!"

Xiao Chenyu stared blankly at Han Tao.

Thank you.

He hesitated, then said, "Han Tao, Ghost Douluo once came to me, demanding that I hand over the secret method of deep healing."

(End of this chapter)