Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

The atmosphere was now completely different from before; the previous distance and wariness between the Ye family mother and daughter had completely melted away.

"Now that we're all on the same side, I might as well reveal a little. My teacher is none other than the current Pope, and the lady next to me is my senior sister."

Bibi Dong smiled slightly and nodded in acknowledgment.

"So that's how it is. No wonder Your Highnesses have such cultivation at such a young age. They are His Holiness the Pope's esteemed disciples."

Patriarch Ye suddenly realized that the Spirit Hall's foundation was indeed unfathomable.

Su Mo smiled and said, "Patriarch Ye, that item is still in my teacher's hands. We will be returning to Wuhun City soon, so Patriarch Ye, you should understand what I mean."

"I understand." Patriarch Ye nodded. "How about this, give that thing to Shuang'er, and let Shuang'er accompany His Highness to Wuhun City."

“Okay.” Su Mo nodded.

"When will Your Highness depart?"

"The sooner the better... Here's what we'll do, I'll give you half an hour. Miss Qing Shuang, go home and pack your things quickly, and then we'll set off."

Su Mo was in a hurry to return to Wuhun City because he had offended the Haotian Sect today.

Given the Haotian Sect's protective nature, and considering that he had taken their precious Ring-Breaking Manual, Tang Chen was very likely to come in person.

Even with Golden Crocodile Douluo present, they might not be able to handle it.

Only by returning to Wuhun City as soon as possible, with Qian Daoliu in charge, can we contend with Tang Chen.

"Then this old woman and Shuang'er will take their leave first."

"Goodbye, Your Highnesses," Ye Qingshuang said.

The Ye family mother and daughter left the private room quickly.

……

One hour later.

A luxurious carriage sped out of Heaven Dou City and headed towards Spirit City, driven by Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Inside the carriage, Ye Qingshuang looked out the window, and the outline of Tiandou City gradually blurred in her vision.

She withdrew her gaze and looked across at the other side.

Su Mo was resting his head on Bibi Dong's lap, his eyes closed.

Bibi Dong sat quietly, looking down at the sleeping Su Mo, her fingertips gently brushing his hair, a gentle smile on her lips.

Ye Qingshuang knew very well that their relationship was definitely more than just that of senior and junior siblings.

She didn't know why, but seeing this scene, a faint sense of loss welled up in her heart.

Chapter 56 Haotian Douluo Tang Chen Returns to Wuhun City

Two days later.

Haotian Sect, the back mountain of the sect.

There is a secluded courtyard here, completely different from the magnificent halls of the sect. The courtyard is very simple and quiet.

This is the residence of Tang Chen, the previous sect leader of the Haotian Sect.

Since retiring from worldly affairs, Tang Chen has lived alone here, and the entire back mountain is rarely visited by anyone.

Just then, two figures appeared outside the courtyard gate; they were Tang Wei and Tang Hao.

Tang Wei took a deep breath, composed himself, stepped forward, and said loudly, "Father, I have important matters to discuss with you."

After he finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent.

The next moment, the tightly closed wooden door opened by itself without any wind.

A figure suddenly appeared, standing with his hands behind his back under the porch.

He bore a resemblance to Tang Wei in his features, but was younger than Tang Wei. There was no fluctuation of soul power around him, as if he were just an ordinary middle-aged man.

This person is none other than Tang Chen, the Haotian Douluo, one of the three Limit Douluos of this era.

"Kneel down!" Tang Wei turned his head and shouted at Tang Hao behind him.

Tang Hao suddenly knelt down on both knees, his knees hitting the ground with a dull thud.

He lowered his head, his gaze only daring to fall on the small area in front of his knees, not daring to look directly at Tang Chen: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I...I..."

Tang Chen frowned slightly, his tone displeased: "What's wrong? What kind of behavior is this, stammering like this? When did the men of the Haotian Sect learn to behave like this?"

At this moment, Tang Wei stepped forward and answered for his son: "Father, it's like this. A few days ago, our scouts sent word that two young soul masters of unknown origin appeared in the Great Soul Arena of Heaven Dou City."

One of them had an extremely unusual spirit ring configuration; his second ring was a thousand-year spirit ring, and each subsequent spirit ring exceeded the limit of absorption.

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Tang Wei continued, "So, I took Hao'er and the others to Tiandou City to investigate this matter."

Later, Hao'er initiated a bet with the other party, using this as the wager, while the other party demanded the secret technique of exploding rings as the wager, which Hao'er agreed to.

The child also thought that Hao'er had level 58 soul power and the Clear Sky Hammer in hand, while the opponent was only level 55 and certainly no match for him, so he did not stop him.

“But who could have imagined…” Tang Wei gritted his teeth and said, “that person actually possessed a 100,000-year-old right arm soul bone, and the two soul bone skills were extremely powerful. Hao’er simply couldn’t withstand them.”

In less than ten seconds, the opponent defeated Hao'er.

Hao'er... was also somewhat affected by this.

"I wanted to avenge Hao'er, but I didn't expect that the man had that old guy Jin E behind him. I was no match for him."

Furthermore, Hao'er was seriously injured at the time, and in order not to delay treatment, he had no choice but to... had no choice but to hand over the exploding ring.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Wei lowered his head deeply, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead, awaiting his father's wrath.

Hearing this, Tang Chen snorted coldly: "Not only did you lose the battle spirit, but you also lost your spirit. Is this the good son you raised? He becomes like this after just one defeat?"

"Look at him these past few years, he's gotten so used to everything going smoothly, does he really think he's the best in the world? He can't even handle a single loss?"

Tang Wei didn't dare to reply, but just listened with his head down.

Tang Hao knelt on the ground, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms. He gritted his teeth, remained silent, and his chest heaved violently.

After a long silence, Tang Chen suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming calm: "What's the name of that junior who defeated Hao'er?"

Tang Wei quickly replied, "He concealed his name; his alias in the Soul Arena is Shura."

"Asura..."

Tang Chen read the name once and then said no more.

He turned around, his back to the two of them: "Alright, go down. Let Hao'er stay in the sect for the time being. He can go out when he has recovered his mindset."

"Yes, I take my leave." Tang Wei bowed and withdrew.

"Grandson takes his leave." Tang Hao stood up, gritting his teeth as he followed behind his father.

After walking for a while, he couldn't help but look back. He saw Tang Chen standing in the courtyard, hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

After the two had walked away, Tang Chen murmured to himself:

"For a level 55 kid to possess a 100,000-year-old soul bone, the Spirit Hall is truly generous."

"And there's a Soul Ring that can absorb beyond the limit... Qian Daoliu, I'd like to see just how many treasures your Spirit Hall has been hiding all these years."

The next instant, his figure disappeared from the spot.

……

Wuhun City.

"Is this the Papal Palace?"

Ye Qingshuang looked up at the majestic and solemn building in front of her and couldn't help but sigh softly.

This was her first time standing before the Papal Palace.

"Miss Qing Shuang, let's go. I'll take you to see my teacher," Su Mo said softly.

Ye Qingshuang nodded slightly, her usually aloof face involuntarily tensing up at this moment.

After all, the person I was to meet was His Holiness the current Pope.

Even though she is usually very composed, she couldn't truly remain calm and collected at this moment.

Su Mo noticed her nervousness and comforted her gently:

"Don't worry, my teacher isn't that scary. You just stay with me and my senior sister, don't be too nervous."

"Yes, Your Highness." Ye Qingshuang took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Soon, the three entered the Papal Palace.

The main hall is magnificent and imposing.

On the papal throne, Qian Xunji sat upright.

Su Mo and Bibi Dong stepped forward and bowed in unison: "Disciple greets Master."

Ye Qingshuang dared not be as casual as the two of them.

She knelt on one knee, bowed her head, and said respectfully, "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

"No need for formalities, please rise." Qian Xunji raised her hand to help her up.

Ye Qingshuang stood up as instructed, stood to the side with her hands at her sides, and dared not look up directly at him.

Qian Xunji ignored who Ye Qingshuang was, and instead looked at Su Mo, smiling:

"Xiao Mo, Dong'er, you're finally back! It's been over a year since I last saw you, and your teacher has missed you terribly."

As he spoke, he slowly walked up to Su Mo and carefully examined her.

Immediately, Qian Xunji reached out and patted Su Mo's shoulder heavily, his tone full of emotion:

"Xiao Mo, you have brought your teacher so many surprises in the past year. Seeing your achievements now, I am truly proud of you."

In the past year or so, Su Mo first discovered the immortal herb, which greatly increased the overall strength of the Spirit Hall.

Then came the trip to the Star Dou Great Forest, which brought the Spirit Hall two more Title Douluos with 100,000-year spirit rings.

More importantly, Su Mo has already reached the Soul King realm at such a young age, and possesses a 100,000-year soul ring and a 100,000-year soul bone that countless soul masters dream of.