Douluo Continent: Building a Divine Kingdom Starting from the Spirit Hall

Bone Douluo nodded solemnly, also guessing that Golden Crocodile Douluo was very likely to have become a peak Douluo.

It should be noted that the Clear Sky Sect currently has two Super Douluo at level 98. If you don't have the strength of level 99, you will only face certain death if you enter.

"That Haotian Douluo did not show up."

Seeing another key point hidden in the intelligence, Ning Fengzhi guessed the whereabouts of that Haotian Douluo.

I originally thought that Haotian Douluo was like my father, who had gone into seclusion to comprehend the power that came after the changes in the world, but now it seems that I was wrong.

Otherwise, with Haotian Douluo Tang Chen around, the Haotian Sect would never have been so ravaged by Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Where did that person go?

"For beings of that level, only the legendary goal of becoming a god at level 100 can be the target of one's efforts."

Bone Douluo sighed, having some guesses about Haotian Douluo's whereabouts.

The only reason that person could leave the sect and stay away from home is to become a god. I wonder how far that person has progressed.

"Become a god!"

Slightly lost in thought, Ning Fengzhi was filled with longing, followed by a deep sense of helplessness.

While becoming a god is tempting, their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is far removed from that legend.

Because their martial souls have inherent flaws, they can only reach level 79 in their lifetime.

That's why my father went into seclusion with the elders to study that mysterious power, hoping to break through the shackles of his martial spirit.

"Uncle Gu, will Uncle Jian defect to the Spirit Hall?"

Composing himself, Ning Fengzhi hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice.

"No, with the pride of the old swordsman, there is no way he would side with the Spirit Hall, not to mention that the other party killed his father, and he himself said that he would pass on the Battle Spirit Sect."

Bone Douluo denied it without hesitation. He and Chen Xin were old friends for decades, and he knew Chen Xin's character very well. There was no way Chen Xin would submit to any person or force.

Just like its martial spirit, the Seven Kill Sword, it would rather break than bend.

Chapter Ninety-Four: Guest Bibi Dong

Tian Hao was unaware of the great battle of Haotian Sect and its aftermath, nor did he have time to care, because they had already arrived at the place where Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong were getting married.

'I knew it couldn't be a place like in anime, otherwise there wouldn't even be a place for a wedding night.'

Gazing at the brightly lit village in the distance, Tian Hao muttered to himself.

According to the intelligence he obtained, Yu Xiaogang and his two companions planned to settle here and open a Soul Master Academy. They even put up a signboard and named it Shrek Academy, which could also be called Monster Academy.

This place happens to be outside Soto City, which should be the location of Shrek Academy in the original story.

It's understandable that the three of them chose to get married here. After all, things are different after marriage. They can't continue to roam the world of Soul Masters. Otherwise, if they get pregnant, they might accidentally die along with their unborn child. It's wise to find a stable place as soon as possible.

As for the idea of ​​holding a wedding in the mountains and fields in the anime, that's pure nonsense. Otherwise, would they expect Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong to have their wedding night in the wild?

Is it a battle in the wild where the sky is your blanket and the ground is your bed?

Even if you set up a tent, it won't block out the sound. If a wild beast or even a spirit beast suddenly rushes out, it will be even more awkward.

"What's the rush? They're getting married tomorrow."

Glancing at the impatient little teacher beside him, Tian Hao didn't want this person to ruin the master's wedding.

It's important to understand that they came to the wedding with sincerity, not to cause trouble.

"I want you to take care of it?"

He glared at it, then continued to stare at the distant village through gritted teeth, wishing he could grab a sickle and chop that bastard to pieces right now.

"You can't have this kind of mentality."

After looking around, Tian Hao glanced at his junior brother, who was wiping his sword on the other side.

"Senior brother, please subdue her."

Chen Xin was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. Without asking any questions, he instantly arrived in front of Bibi Dong, placed his hand on her shoulder, and forcibly channeled his own Title Douluo-level soul power into her body. He used soul pressure to completely suppress Bibi Dong's soul power, making it difficult for it to flow.

"What do you want to do?"

Bibi Dong, who had just realized what was going on, became alert. What was this traitorous disciple planning to do now?

"It seems that you haven't learned your lesson from the past. No matter when or where, and regardless of whether the people around you are acquaintances or not, we should always be vigilant."

As the saying goes, you can know a person's face but not their heart. Even a close friend can suddenly stab you in the back. This time, you weren't vigilant enough and didn't guard against me and Senior Brother Chenxin. You fell for it before you even had a chance to react..."

While giving a long and earnest lecture, Tian Hao summoned his armor and put it on. Then he took out a steel rope from his storage soul tool and stepped forward.

"you dare!"

Bibi Dong glared fiercely, trying to intimidate this rebellious disciple who wanted to betray his master and ancestors.

Unfortunately, given her looks, even when she's angry, she doesn't have much of a deterrent effect.

"Don't resist, my disciple will be very gentle."

As he continued to step forward, Tian Hao prepared to tie him up.

Bibi Dong naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die. Suppressing the discomfort of her suppressed soul power, she threw a punch.

Now that his soul power is restricted, he cannot manifest the scythe and Spider King Armor that have been integrated into his body, and can only use his fist and foot techniques.

Fortunately, she had trained before and had some fighting ability.

Unfortunately, after being trained by Chen Xin, Tian Hao is no longer the same person he was a few months ago.

He withstood the punch with his armor, then lunged forward and tackled the teacher to the ground.

Then the two began to roll and wrestle on the ground. Tian Hao used his mental power to merge with his soul power to control the steel wire rope to slowly wrap around the teacher, thus freeing up his hands to fight the teacher more effectively.

Bibi Dong also discovered the traitor's intentions and tried her best to fight back. Unfortunately, she was not used to this rolling fighting style. In addition, due to the suppression of her soul power, she could not exert much physical strength and became increasingly passive.

"..."

Watching the two men's eye-watering fighting style, Chen Xin's face twitched repeatedly. He turned to look elsewhere, while marveling at his junior brother's ruthlessness and ferocity.

Even such a beauty could be so ruthless; she is indeed a good candidate for sword cultivation. Father was right in his judgment.

Tian Hao fought very hard. Even though his explosive power was affected by the suppression of his soul power, Bibi Dong's strength was still stronger than his. However, the key to this battle was the steel cable.

As the steel wire rope wrapped around Bibi Dong more and more, she became increasingly passive, and was eventually tied up like a dumpling and hung upside down on a crooked tree.

She was also in a sorry state, with her clothes torn in many places, especially her black stockings, which were ripped and torn in more than a dozen places, making her even more alluring.

Her once straight hair had become a mess, with bits of grass, leaves, and dust mixed in, a testament to the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.

"I told you long ago not to resist, why bother?"

While wiping away his nosebleed, Tian Hao admired his work with great satisfaction.

Don't get me wrong, the nosebleed wasn't from being hot-blooded, it was from being headbutted by the teacher.

"Put me down right now, or you're going to die."

After struggling for a while and seeing that she could not break free, Bibi Dong threatened in a hateful voice, her beautiful pink eyes almost spitting fire.

This traitor is becoming increasingly audacious; one day I'll hang you up and beat you.

"Oh right, and the mouth too."

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Tian Hao took out the short-sleeved shirt, underwear, and socks that he had changed out of yesterday but hadn't washed yet.

"Teacher, do you want this short-sleeved shirt or these socks?"

Don't think you can get away with it by gritting your teeth. Even if you shut your mouth, I can still shove it up your nose.

With a sincere expression, Tian Hao had long since figured out the little teacher's personality and knew how to make her submit.

"You want to die... short-sleeved shirt, I choose that short-sleeved shirt!"

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows, about to scold him, but when she saw her traitorous disciple excitedly holding up socks, her face turned green and she quickly chose a short-sleeved shirt.

A wise woman doesn't suffer immediate losses. Once this ordeal is over, I'll show you how I clean house.

'Just as I thought!'

Tian Hao sighed inwardly, "When faced with a worse choice, even if the other choice isn't much better, people will still make a choice in the end."

"Good boy, open your mouth."

He gestured for the little teacher to open her mouth, then stuffed part of the short-sleeved shirt into her cherry lips until it was completely full before stopping.

"I'm doing this for your own good. You can't possibly attend a master's wedding with your current mindset."

You must remember that you are the Holy Maiden of our Spirit Hall, the future Pope. You must always be mindful of your demeanor. We cannot do anything like disrupting someone's wedding..."

While making preparations, Tian Hao patiently persuaded them, expressing that he meant well.

Rolling her eyes, Bibi Dong found it utterly unbelievable; not a single word this traitor uttered was true.

I must have been an utterly wicked person in my past life to have encountered such a despicable creature in this one.

"To cheer you up, teacher, I'll sing you a few songs. Listen carefully!"

Taking out a waist zither and hanging it around his waist, Tian Hao slowly built up his emotions.

In my past life, I bought a second-hand guitar to show off and even studied it seriously for a month. Although I didn't achieve much, it wasn't difficult to simply strum out the rhythm of some songs.

Although it may be somewhat ambiguous, it is still somewhat acceptable.

This instrument was something he had specifically sought out. It was somewhat similar to the guitar from his previous life, but it had nine strings instead of the six-string guitar.

This thing is very simple and easy to use. I even practiced it for a while before, just for today's scenario.

"Let's start with a guest performer to warm things up."

Clearing his throat, Tian Hao strummed the strings and began singing a Mandarin version of the guest's song.

This song was the most difficult one he had ever heard. There was no other reason than that there were too many lyrics, and they were not repeated. If he hadn't heard it many times in his previous life, he really wouldn't have been able to remember it.

Even so, I had forgotten many of the lyrics. I had filled them in beforehand based on the context of the lyrics and the rhythm of the melody, and even changed some words, since this song is now meant to be in sync with Bibi Dong.

"The first winter after the breakup..."

Tian Hao tried his best to imitate the tone of the original singer of the song, while hypnotizing himself according to the context of the lyrics, trying to inject a little bit of emotion.

He had never studied singing and knew nothing about singing techniques or anything like that; he could only imitate simple things.