Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Tang Hao patted Tang San on the shoulder, his face full of satisfaction.

"Little San, you should absorb both of these soul bones."

"We don't know what tricks the Spirit Hall will pull in this Soul Master Competition."

"The more soul bone you have, the more power you gain."

"it is good."

Tang San nodded emphatically.

So Tang San listened to his father and absorbed the two ten-thousand-year-old soul bones one after the other.

The moment the soul bone entered his body, he felt a powerful force surge into his limbs and bones, and his aura improved considerably.

Just as Tang San was absorbing the soul bone, in the carriage behind the carriage, inside the Shenfeng Academy, everyone was also excitedly discussing what had just happened.

"Did you all see that? That's Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo!"

Liu Shan was beaming with excitement, gesturing wildly.

"How strong do you think Tang Hao must be now?"

Fang Qing asked curiously.

"In the previous exchange, Haotian Douluo fought against two Title Douluos single-handedly."

Mo Hui analyzed, "I think he should be at least a Super Douluo, right? At least level 95 or higher."

"That's not."

Liu Shan nodded repeatedly and said, "The title of Haotian Douluo is not just for show."

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Wang Teng also took the opportunity to say a few words.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and the carriage was bustling with activity.

As night fell, the team set up camp in the wilderness.

Campfires dotted the campsite, and the weary people crawled into their tents early. The surroundings gradually quieted down, with only the occasional footsteps of the night watchmen and the crackling of burning firewood remaining.

Xiao Wu quietly slipped out of the tent, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to her, and then nimbly disappeared into the woods next to the campsite.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting countless sparse shadows on the ground.

She hadn't walked far when she saw a tall figure leaning against a big tree, arms crossed, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"You've arrived."

Tang Hao's voice was deep and calm, completely different from the furious Haotian Douluo of the daytime.

"You used the 'Sound Focusing Line' technique during the day to get me to come here at night. What exactly are you trying to say?"

Xiao Wu stopped in her tracks, her tone wary, her body slightly tense, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Tang Hao did not answer immediately, but looked her up and down, his gaze filled with a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

"The method by which you conceal your presence is something I left for you."

Tang Hao spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear in the silent forest.

Xiao Wu was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She had obtained that method before, but she never expected that it was Tang Hao's intention.

Chapter 370 Skill Development: Vibration Sensing

"why?"

Xiao Wu frowned and asked, her doubts deepening.

Tang Hao remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the distance, as if recalling something from a long time ago.

The moonlight shone on his sharply defined face, and his eyes held weariness, guilt, and a deep sadness.

"Because I once loved a 100,000-year-old soul beast."

Tang Hao's voice lowered, carrying a hoarse quality born of hardship.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu's pupils suddenly contracted, and her body involuntarily stiffened.

"Her name is A Yin, and she is the Blue Silver Emperor."

Tang Hao didn't look at her, and continued talking to himself, as if he were telling a story that had been buried for a long time.

"I am currently married to Ah Yin and have a child, but we were discovered by the Spirit Hall, and then..."

"And the mistress is me and Ah Yin's..."

Tang Hao paused slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Then, Tang Hao turned his head and looked at Xiao Wu with an almost pleading seriousness in his eyes.

"I can tell that you're having an affair with the other woman."

"I don't object to you, but you must learn to hide yourself well and not let anyone discover your true identity."

"Otherwise, the tragedy of that year will repeat itself."

After listening, Xiao Wu bit her lip, her eyes slightly reddening.

She lowered her head, remained silent for a long while, and then nodded gently, saying, "I understand."

"I will protect myself, and I will also protect the mistress."

Tang Hao looked at Xiao Wu, and the sharpness in his eyes gradually softened. It seemed that he saw the shadow of Ah Yin from back then in her.

"You must continue to practice that method; you cannot slack off."

Tang Hao concluded by saying, "The people from the Spirit Hall have a keen sense of smell, like dogs. They'll give themselves away if we're not careful."

"Also, as for the mistress... don't tell him the truth for now. Knowing too much won't do him any good."

"I see."

Xiao Wu raised her head, and the moonlight shone brightly in her eyes.

"Alright, let's go back. Staying out too long will arouse suspicion."

Tang Hao straightened up, preparing to leave, but stopped after taking two steps and added, "Remember, no matter what happens, staying alive is the most important thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the depths of the woods, as if he had never been there.

Xiao Wu stood there for a while, looked up at the moon in the sky, took a deep breath, and turned to walk towards the camp.

The night wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering some ancient secret.

The Papal Palace, a magnificent hall, was brightly lit, with golden decorations gleaming in the candlelight.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo knelt in the center of the hall, heads bowed, not daring to look up at Pope Bibi Dong, who sat high above them.

"So, you two failed your mission?"

Bibi Dong's voice was so calm that it revealed neither joy nor anger, yet it sent a chill down the spines of the two kneeling men.

"Your subordinate is incompetent."

Chrysanthemum Douluo gritted his teeth and explained, "Tang Hao appeared too suddenly. Before we could even make a move, he had already used the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique."

"If we had left even a step later, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?"

Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly, her tone carrying a hint of pressure.

"I'm afraid my two subordinates will perish there."

Ghost Douluo took over the conversation, his voice low and deep.

"Tang Hao's strength is far beyond what it used to be. He has reached a level where he can control the Clear Sky Hammer with complete ease."

"I believe he has at least broken through to level ninety-five."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Bibi Dong slowly leaned back in her seat, her slender fingers gently tapping the armrest, making a rhythmic sound.

"Tang Hao...it's Tang Hao again."

She murmured the name, a complex light flashing in her eyes, a light that seemed to be hatred, or something else entirely.

"Your Holiness, shall we seek another opportunity?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo asked cautiously.

"No need."

Bibi Dong waved her hand and said, "Now that Tang Hao has shown himself, it won't be so easy for him to touch his son."

"Besides..."

Bibi Dong paused for a moment, then continued, "The Soul Master Competition is just around the corner, and I don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble."

"You may leave now."

"Yes."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo responded in unison, rose and left the main hall.

The main hall returned to silence.

Bibi Dong sat alone on the throne, gazing at the sky outside the palace, lost in thought.

……

Two weeks later, a grand procession marched down the main road.

The procession stretched for miles, with carriages and horses rumbling and banners waving.

These are the fifteen teams representing the Heaven Dou Empire that are heading to Wuhun City for the finals.

Including the accompanying knights and support staff, the total number was several thousand, which was quite a sight.

"Wang Teng, we've arrived."