The Tree Realm Descends on Douluo Continent

Chapter 206 Qian Renxue: Pope, what are you going to do?

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

As the sound faded, Tang San, who had just spun two and a half times, was astonished to find that the wooden dragon had severely restricted his range of movement by spiraling and contracting.

Tang San was shocked. He quickly scanned the area, then leaped up and stomped on the wooden dragon's body from both sides as he flew into the air. At the same time, he spun around and exerted force, adding the power of the swirling cloak.

But it was all too late.

At a height of twenty or thirty meters, which is not flat ground, he only darted up five or six meters before discovering that the wooden dragon had restricted his movement to a space that could accommodate two people, and the wooden dragon was still spiraling and shrinking.

"Disorderly, draped, wind!" Tang San's expression was unusually solemn, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he no longer hesitated to gather his strength. He slammed the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand down on the wooden dragon's body.

"You're crazy. Who's going to wait for you to gather your strength?"

Seeing this, Li Xun, standing on the dragon's head, narrowed his eyes and tapped the dragon's head again. The wooden dragon's spiraling and contracting speed increased once more. Tang San's hammer had only been swung halfway and its power had not yet been fully displayed when it was entangled by the wooden dragon's body.

The Haotian Hammer collided with the wooden dragon, but because the hammer was not swung around to strike, it did not cause any substantial damage to the wooden dragon.

Tang San felt the force of the wooden dragon's body binding him, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He realized that no matter whether he used hidden weapons or the Eight Spider Lances, it was impossible to escape safely from such a behemoth.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

But Li Xun wouldn't give him time to think. In the brief moment Tang San was stunned, the wooden dragon contracted again, and then a shrill scream came from inside the wooden dragon.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

Seeing the urgency of the situation, Yu Xiaogang jumped to his feet and shouted. Seeing that referee Roxon was dragging his feet and unwilling to announce the verdict, he quickly turned his gaze to Bibi Dong.

Although the two had some disagreements recently, Tang San was still his disciple after all, and Yu Xiaogang would never allow Tang San, who carried his hopes, to be injured or die here.

"Li Xun, stop! You've already won. Don't break the rules of the Soul Master Competition." Bibi Dong was surprised to see Tang San lose so quickly. Then, noticing Yu Xiaogang's gaze, she sighed softly.

"I'm sorry, but this opponent is just too strong. I had to take him seriously, but he couldn't put up any effective resistance." Li Xun smiled at Bibi Dong as she spoke.

He then manipulated the wooden dragon to release Tang San, who was covered in blood, and gently placed himself on the ground by the dragon's head.

Qian Renxue glared at Yu Xiaogang, her anger rising. She abruptly turned to Bibi Dong and demanded, "Since when has it become the noble Pope's place as referee? Do you know that Tang San is a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect and want to capture him alive?"

Bibi Dong's face turned cold, and her grip on the chair tightened, but remembering that they were in the arena, she suppressed her anger: "Why are the referees of your Heaven Dou Empire silent? Are they planning to murder a student during the competition?"

"Since we can't see what's going on inside from the outside, how can the referee accurately judge whether the opponent is capable of fighting back? What if Tang San inside takes advantage of Li Xun's momentary lapse in attention to launch a sneak attack from behind?"

Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong with a cold smile: "I wonder what the Pope plans to do next? Will he let Tang San leave or keep him here?"

Just as Qian Renxue was pressuring Bibi Dong to make a decision, a commotion suddenly erupted from the audience.

No one present expected that the battle between the two peerless geniuses would end in such a crushing manner. Looking at Tang San, who was lying limp in Yu Xiaogang's arms, everyone felt incredulous.

That's the Clear Sky Hammer with four ten-thousand-year soul rings! That's the number one weapon spirit on the continent! How come it seems like it can't even put up a fight?

They knew that sometimes being huge was an advantage, and they had considered how much damage the wooden dragon could cause, but wasn't this too fast? They wanted to at least show them the legendary Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!

Ning Fengzhi, the Sword Douluo, smiled and nodded when he saw Li Xun win the match.

When they saw that Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer had four ten-thousand-year spirit rings, they were filled with worry, but they didn't show it.

It wasn't until Li Xun won easily that they realized, yes, even ten-thousand-year spirit rings have differences.

Although Tang San and Li Xun both possess twin martial souls, the spirit ring on Tang San's first martial soul has already reached its current limit. This means that his physical attributes make it impossible for him to choose a ten-thousand-year spirit ring with an excessively long lifespan for his second martial soul.

After all, if one's physical condition is too poor when attaching a spirit ring to the second spirit ring, one might accidentally explode and die.

Ning Fengzhi and the others knew better than anyone the age limit of Li Xun's spirit rings. Even some Soul Douluos and Title Douluos could not reach the level of Li Xun's current fifth spirit ring in their final ring.

If Tang San were to be on par with or surpass Li Xun in terms of level, he might be able to put up a fight against Li Xun by relying on the number of spirit rings. However, if Tang San were at a lower level, he would have absolutely no chance to fight back.

"The match will be paused for now. Elder Ju, please go and bring Tang San over."

Just as Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were overjoyed, Bibi Dong, who was to Qian Renxue's right, spoke up in a low voice, perhaps due to pressure from her daughter.

As soon as those words were spoken, the arena fell silent for a moment, then began to buzz. The audience started whispering among themselves, discussing what was going on, while some who had already realized what was happening quickly explained the feud between the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed slightly, then quickly walked towards Yu Xiaogang, who was holding Tang San in the audience.

"Silence!" Bibi Dong frowned and used her soul power to spread her voice throughout the arena: "More than ten years ago, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall died because of Tang Hao. I suspect that this Tang San is his son. This involves the grudges between the two forces and has nothing to do with the competition. The promotion matches will continue as scheduled after the competition ends."

As soon as Bibi Dong spoke, the commotion in the arena subsided.

After all, the Spirit Hall is now the number one power on the continent. Although the Clear Sky Sect still has a great reputation, its deterrent power has long been gone due to its long-term seclusion.

"You think you can touch my son?"

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to approach Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, a deep, resonant voice rang out in the ears of everyone present, as if shouting and echoing from the top of a mountain.

Hearing that familiar voice, Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed. Tang San, severely injured and limp, half-closed and about to faint, felt a bitter pang in his heart, and two lines of tears slowly fell down his cheeks: "Father."

As the deep voice boomed in mid-air, before Chrysanthemum Douluo could react, he felt his body being launched like a cannonball.

Immediately afterwards, a figure completely black appeared silently, hovering quietly in mid-air above the qualifying arena.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties with a sallow complexion. The man was tall and burly, but somewhat unkempt. He didn't bother to mend the tears in his worn-out robe, and his hair and beard looked messy and dirty, as if they hadn't been combed or groomed in a long time.

"Tang Hao!!" Upon seeing this person, Bibi Dong shouted and suddenly stood up from her chair, her face showing an expression of irreconcilable hatred towards Tang Hao.

(End of this chapter)