Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

"Qinghe~" Emperor Xueye asked in a low voice with a hint of doubt.

"Father, just wait and see. I have absolute confidence in Shen An," Xue Qinghe said with a smile.

Tom and Jerry were sitting in Shen An's seat. Xue Qinghe instinctively shrank back. She was still apprehensive about the fact that Tom could restrict her soul bone skills.

Tom, of course, didn't notice Xue Qinghe's little actions. Instead, he ate the food on the table and watched the two on the stage with excitement. It had been a long time since he had seen Shen An hit someone.

Yang Huo released his martial spirit. His body was very muscular, and the muscles on his broad shoulders made his clothes stand up high, but he was holding a sunflower, which was extremely contrasting.

"Kid, I'm going to have some fun with you until you die," Yang Huo said with a hint of excitement.

Shen An smiled, flipped his hand, and the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass appeared out of thin air, with the three Soul Rings floating and pulsating in succession.

An extremely sharp aura erupted from Shen An. Yang Huo stared blankly at his opponent, completely overwhelmed by this unparalleled aura and filled with fear.

'Fortunately, he's only a Soul Master. Against a Soul Master, the advantage is mine,' Yang Huo comforted himself.

"Huang Zizi, why does he have two thousand-year soul rings?" Luo Fuqi's face darkened; this was simply beyond reason.

"The battle begins!" Emperor Xueye's face lit up with joy when he saw Shen An's two thousand-year soul rings, and he immediately announced the start of the competition.

Yang Huo's two spirit rings lit up instantly, and the sunflower grew in the wind, quickly increasing to a diameter of one meter. The long stem in his hand also reached more than three meters, which was quite peculiar.

With a wave of his hand, a thick cloud of yellow mist sprayed from the sunflower toward Shen An.

Yang Huo smiled as he saw that Shen An remained motionless.

Sunflowers are inherently poisonous, capable of releasing a peculiar toxin that renders enemies incapable of fighting. Shen An's failure to dodge or evade is tantamount to courting death.

Soul masters with poison attributes have a significant advantage in battles of equal strength, and Yang Huo now felt victory was assured.

The person before me had a dark complexion and was losing weight at a visible rate. He was groaning in pain, "Help! Spare me! I'll do anything for you!"

At this moment, Tang San, who was located at the border of the Heaven Dou Kingdom, was using his Eight Spider Lances to devour the life of a Soul King in front of him.

An expression of enjoyment appeared on his face as he felt the increase in his soul power and life force.

As early as when he first stabbed Ma Hongjun with the Eight Spider Spears, he discovered that the Eight Spider Spears seemed to have the function of devouring soul power and life.

This not only made up for his previous decline in grades, but also allowed him to advance further.

When the person before him turned to skeletal remains, Tang San slowly opened his eyes. The eight spider spears on his back, which were originally crystal blue, now had blood patterns flowing through them, making them look extremely sinister.

“Shen An, you forced me to leave my homeland. I will definitely avenge you. Just you wait, I will make you and your cat wish you were dead. I swear on the honor of being a disciple of the Tang Clan.”

"However, my soul power loss seems to have decreased recently, about the same as the consumption when releasing the Clear Sky Hammer normally."

Tang San murmured to himself in the room.

Tang San never imagined that it was because Tom was tired of playing with the hammer and didn't want to use it anymore; this cat only had a three-minute attention span for everything.

After the screams inside the house stopped, Tang Hao opened the door and saw a pile of gruesome human bones, but his expression remained unchanged.

This isn't the first or second time; he's the one who caught them.

At first, Tang Hao hesitated a bit, but as Tang San's cultivation level increased day by day, Tang Hao even took the initiative to eagerly capture Soul Masters.

But beneath his tough exterior lay a certain vulnerability.

He was first tricked by Tom, and then his ninth soul skill was broken by Qian Daoliu. His body was already overwhelmed, and he had only recovered a little after several days of rest.

Even now, if he were to encounter a Title Douluo of Dugu Bo's level, he would have to run away.

However, he could kill anyone below the Title Douluo level indiscriminately. This was Haotian Douluo's confidence.

"Little San, how are you? Has your soul power improved again? Are there any side effects?" Tang Hao asked with concern.

"Don't worry, Dad. This external soul bone is unique. It can seize the foundation of others without any side effects. It's just a matter of when we can return to Tian Dou."

Tang Hao's eyes darkened: "There is a powerful enemy in Tian Dou. We should avoid his sharp edge for now and not go back for the next six months. It is also risky to attack a Soul Master in Tian Dou."

Tang San comforted him, "Father, don't worry. When I have achieved enough cultivation in the future, I will take back the Clear Sky Hammer and become invincible on the continent to avenge Mother."

Tang San believed that he and Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang were both extremely intelligent, so he naturally chose to talk about what Tang Hao liked, since he still needed to rely on his father to capture Soul Masters.

A hint of relief flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. "Good. Temporary honor or disgrace is nothing. As long as we, father and son, are of one mind, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved."

"How is Xiao Wu now?" Tang San asked.

"It's alright. After learning that your mother was also a soul beast, she stopped rejecting me. She's just a mistress. Do you really not want to have a 100,000-year soul ring?"

Tang San: "Dad, I said I would protect Xiao Wu for the rest of my life. Besides, Xiao Wu and our enemies are both from the Spirit Hall. The Da Ming and Er Ming she mentioned are quite a help."

As he spoke, Tang San's eyes flashed. Two hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts, the Titan Giant Ape and the Azure Bull Python, who were almost invincible at the same level.

With Xiao Wu around, she is destined to become his ally, which is no less powerful than the sword that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School used to help Shen An, the Bone Douluo.

Tang San was quite pleased with himself. He felt that leaving the Heavenly Dou realm by chance wasn't such a bad thing. He could not only plunder the cultivation of others, but also learn that he had so many helpful people around him.

For a moment, Tang San felt as if he were blessed by the heavens.

"Shen An, you wait. When I return to Tian Dou and participate in the Soul Master Competition, that will be the time of your demise," Tang San said proudly.

The scene changes.

Shen An was enveloped in yellow mist. He took a light breath, found it fragrant, and then casually walked out.

Then they saw Tom waving excitedly from the sidelines. Tom realized that the so-called sunflower was actually a sunflower.

Yang Huo's expression changed. How could this be? His sunflower poison had always been effective, but it had no effect on Shen An.

Shen An exclaimed, "Immunity to all poisons is truly a panacea! Thank you, Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Spring!"

However, even if I didn't gain immunity to all poisons, Tom's medical skills should be enough to make me unafraid of any toxins.

Just as Shen An was lost in thought, Yang Huo gritted his teeth, raised the sunflower, and hurled it at Shen An.

Countless points of light poured out from the giant flower plate, carrying a powerful aura that enveloped a large area, making it too late to dodge.

He wanted to use force to intimidate Shen An and let him know that the difference in soul power was insurmountable.

"Whoo~"

Yang Huo, who had just hit empty air, looked bewildered. How could this be? How did he dodge at such close range?

Shen An, who had been standing in front of him, had vanished without a trace. The next moment, a sharp sensation came from his neck.

"Don't move, or your head will fall off!" Yang Huo felt a chill run down his spine, his heart filled with terror.

"boom!"

Shen An lightly twisted his wrist and struck with the blade of his sword, sending Yang Huo flying while spitting blood.

"Next," Shen An said calmly.

Chapter 180 This child is exceptionally talented and deserves to die!

Tom was so excited to see Shen An successfully show off that he picked up Jerry next to him and kissed him passionately.

Tom, a cat with deep affection for Shen An, is proud to have such a great owner.

Although Tom is actually the most powerful, Tom doesn't realize it; he only thinks he's an ordinary and cute house cat.

However, the more Tom kissed her, the more something seemed off.

Tom stuck out his tongue and licked Jerry, smacked his lips, his eyes lit up instantly, and he stuck out his tongue and drooled.

Bro, you smell so good! Let me have a bite.

Jerry's face turned green. He jumped out of Tom's grasp and ran away on air.

Tom chased after it in a flash.

After winning the battle, Shen An habitually looked at his cat and mouse, only to find that they were gone.

Shen An's heart skipped a beat. He had disappeared right under his nose. He hoped that something bad might happen. Shen An instinctively went down to look for him.

"Stop! You think you can run away after winning? I'll fight you!" Luo Fuji stood up.

Unlike his initial ease, his expression was now solemn. He had realized Shen An's strength, but he was still confident of defeating him.

In combat, speed isn't everything. He only needs to rely on his excellent combat rhythm to render Shen An powerless to dodge.

Shen An frowned slightly. He had to hurry and find Tom Jerry. "Okay, come on up quickly, I'm in a rush."

Loveki's expression darkened. What did that mean? Did they think they had him cornered?

"Kid, you're too arrogant. I'll smash all your bones."

Loveki jumped onto the stage, and as he landed, a huge roar echoed from the stage.

"Lofki, a level 41 offensive type Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul: Golden Mad Lion."

Four spirit rings, two yellow and two purple, appeared. His muscles bulged, bursting his loose clothes, and his hair grew wildly and became extremely fluffy.

Looking at the imposing Lofgi, Emperor Xueye sighed inwardly. In recent years, fewer and fewer people have been loyal to the Tiandou royal family.

However, the kingdom that should have been under the command of Tian Dou has produced many talented people, including two young Soul Masters.

As for the five major academies, although they have many powerful students, they are supported by their own forces and would never serve the Heavenly Dou Royal Family.

Emperor Xueye was truly pleased that his son, Xue Qinghe, had quietly recruited a talent like Shen An.

'Perhaps I am getting old and should pass on more power to Qinghe, so that the empire can shine even brighter in his hands,' Emperor Xueye thought to himself.

Shen An looked on curiously. So the martial soul was a lion, but it was nothing special.

"Pang bang bang~ crackle crackle~"

A series of smashing objects and the sound of chasing followed, and Shen An instantly felt a chill run down his spine, his expression changing.

Could it be that Tom is chasing Jerry? There are so many people here, what if he blows up the palace? How will he clean up the mess?

Seeing Shen An's expression change, Luo Fuqi felt smug. Now that he knew fear, it was too late.

Shen Anfei quickly asked, "Is the competition starting now? Can we make our moves?"

Loveki grinned: "Of course, you can admit defeat and avoid some pain."

Shen An nodded slightly, and then his first spirit ring lit up, indicating his intention to finish the battle quickly.

"Where did he go?" Lovki hurriedly wiped his eyes, Shen An had simply vanished right in front of him.

Some of the nobles in the audience, who were also quite powerful, were also taken aback. Such astonishing speed, comparable to even the Agility-type Soul King.

The next moment, a shadow loomed over Lovage; it was Shen An, who had disappeared, reappearing.

Shen An's eyes were filled with indifference. He drew his sword and slashed!

The speed of this sword strike was incredibly fast, cutting directly through the air and producing a sharp whistling sound.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Luo Fuqi's fear surged. How could it be so fast? How could a Soul Master have such speed and offensive power?

There was no time for Lovki to think. He hurriedly raised his arm to block, and his third spirit ring instantly swelled, his arm muscles doubling in size.

A hint of mockery flashed in Shen An's eyes. Even Qin Ming, a Soul Emperor, didn't dare to directly confront the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass. You're quite brave, kid.

"Pfft!"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, imbued with unparalleled sword energy, nearly severed Lofgi's arms with a single slash, leaving them splattered with blood—and this was all under Shen An's deliberate control.

"Ahhhh, my hand!"

"Young man, you've gone too far! It's just a battle of spirits, yet you've injured someone so badly. Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders."

King Barak's younger brother, Xiong Cheng, unleashed the power of a Soul Saint and, disregarding the fact that this was the Heavenly Dou royal family's territory, immediately pressed down on Shen An.

Seven spirit rings instantly appeared, with the fourth spirit ring emitting a terrifying purple light, and a huge energy bear hand slammed towards Shen An.

He could see that Shen An was too strong. If such a person grew up smoothly and developed a good impression of the Heavenly Dou royal family, he would definitely be a major threat to his Barak Kingdom in the future.

Therefore, he was prepared to kill him in public without any regard for his reputation. At worst, he could apologize afterward. The Heavenly Dou Royal Family had already declined, so how could they kill him afterward?

Xiong Cheng acted so quickly that no one had time to react.

Xue Qinghe gripped the chair tightly with her hands behind her back, and her handprints were clearly visible as she kneaded the hard, thousand-year-old spirit wood.

A surge of rage rose within her. Again, her only friend was in danger, and she had to endure it instead of offering help.

All the nobles' eyes were focused on the soul skill that was aimed at Shen An, and no one noticed Xue Qinghe's unusual movement.

There was only one person who was different, and that was Xuexing.

Always preoccupied with his nephew Xue Beng, he always considered Xue Qinghe as his rival, so the excitement on the field did not attract his attention at all.

His eyes were constantly fixed on Xue Qinghe, trying to find a weakness in him.