CHAPTER 261: CHAPTER 261: TANG HAO APPEARS, TURNING OFF YOUR SPEAKER AT THE CRITICAL MOMENT!

If I soar to the heavens one day, I will look down upon the mortal world as mere dust!

Accompanied by a soaring sword cry, the vast and mighty, cloud-like, mist-like Soaring to the Heavens sword qi circulated like the wind, surging like a divine dragon, and rushed to the sky!

Clang clang clang!

The sky-full of sword qi crashed into the seemingly endless, madly growing Blue Silver Emperor, emitting a tragic and heroic sound of metal clashing.

Bang bang bang!

The highly-textured Blue Silver Emperor was broken apart by the azure-glowing sword shadows, falling all over the ground.

Tang San looked as if he had gone mad, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth. Like a hellish demon, he had not a single bit of the air of a Blue Silver Emperor.

"How could I possibly lose? I can now slay a Soul Sage!"

Tang San roared hysterically.

The Blue Silver Emperor was like a chaotic dance of wild pythons, struggling to resist the incomparably fierce sword qi that left no room for escape or retreat.

Is being able to fight a Soul Sage that amazing? Let me tell you, when I entered the Soul Ancestor realm, I was already fighting high-level Soul Sages.

Shen An’s face was slightly cold. A continuous stream of sword qi was generated from the void, which then continuously compressed the range of the Blue Silver Domain and the Blue Silver Emperor.

The Blue Silver Emperor, which could originally reach fifty meters, had been gradually compressed to less than five meters.

A sense of powerlessness welled up from the depths of Tang San’s body. The eyes of Tang San, shrouded in evil qi, were incomparably dim.

The journey had been so arduous, and he had put in so much effort.

He had even gone so far as to absorb the life force of his little companions in the competition, which made him, Tang San Shao, no longer so pure and innocent.

Tang San: All you lost was your soul power and life force, and some insignificant foundation. What I lost was my pure and innocent reputation!

The unconscious members of Shrek: ...I’m on the early 8 AM shift! (A slang term expressing extreme annoyance/resignation)

But, even after he had put in so much effort, was he still going to lose?

Tang San’s Mysterious Heaven Demonic Skill was already operating at its extreme.

At this moment, he was awe-inspiringly filled with evil qi, which made the audience offstage all frown, subconsciously feeling disgusted by the aura on Tang San.

Bibi Dong at this moment actually revealed a wisp of a smile and said softly, "This aura is really nauseating. What a familiar taste."

At this moment, Tang San’s jaw was clenched tight, struggling to resist the sword qi coming from all directions.

Looking at the leisurely Shen An in the distance, Tang San roared in his heart.

I haven’t even used my full strength at all! As a Tang Sect disciple, hidden weapons are my greatest reliance! Otherwise, how could I lose to you, you dog thief!

Thinking this, Tang San’s eyes suddenly lit up. That’s right, hidden weapons!

I still have hidden weapons!

Tang San, his head filled with evil intent, had at this moment forgotten that he was standing on a competition stage and that hidden weapons could not be used. At this time, he only wanted to prove himself.

Shen An had clearly become his inner demon!

Two black iron balls were thrown from his hands.

The Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing and Life-Reaping Galls!

Rumble!

The two iron balls collided and exploded. Hundreds of Bone-Melting Divine Needles, like a sky full of flying rain, resisted the sharp sword qi, winning Tang San a moment to breathe.

"He’s cheating! No weapons other than one’s martial soul can be used in the competition!"

Meng Shenji shouted from offstage, but Bibi Dong turned a deaf ear.

Various types of hidden weapons were thrown out by Tang San as if they were free.

But immediately, the ocean of sword qi that had just been broken open by the Mother-and-Son Galls closed in again.

All the hidden weapons, without exception, were all cut into fine powder by this ultimate-slaughtering sword qi.

A cold light bloomed in Shen An’s eyes. Since you were the first to violate the rules, then I have a reason.

Shen An made a sword finger gesture with his hand, his mind and will becoming one. At this time, the sword momentum was monstrous. The sharp, cold sword qi, like a monstrous tide, cut towards Tang San.

The Blue Silver Domain was continuously being compressed by the Sword Domain. Three meters, two meters, one meter... it was still gradually shrinking.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Tang San spat out blood wildly, letting out a miserable cry like a pig being slaughtered. At this moment, the Blue Silver Domain could no longer protect him.

This also meant that he had to directly face Shen An’s ultimate-sharpness sword qi.

The sword qi was like seawater, and Tang San was like a drowning person, gradually being pulled into the abyss step by step.

The first to be submerged in the ocean of sword qi were Tang San’s Eight Spider Lances. The hard and sharp spider lances were ground into fine powder inch by inch by the sword qi.

Following that were Tang San’s left hand, right hand, left arm, right arm. All four limbs were actually cut off completely.

A scalp-numbing, miserable cry uncontrollably echoed in all directions.

This sound gradually went from loud to weak. Tang San no longer had the strength to roar. His eyes were full of despair.

In this one battle, the future Tang God-King’s Dao heart was shattered.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

Flender said urgently. Although Tang San had absorbed the life force of those six people, in Flender’s view, he was still just a child. What did he know?

It was all the fault of that dog-damned Yu Xiaogang.

Shen An acted as if he hadn’t heard. The Sword Domain did not stop, and the sword qi was continuous. He wanted to take this opportunity to finish off Tang San.

At the same time, he paid more attention to his surroundings, in case some shameless old thing made a move.

The people from Spirit Hall were also silent, without the slightest intention of stopping him.

Flender, not caring about anything else, his seventh soul ring manifested. He unhesitatingly used his Owl True Body, and a light-yellow wind blade shot towards Shen An.

Just as Shen An was about to keep this old undying one here as well, Bibi Dong spoke.

"Stop. Shen An, you’ve won this match. Tang San violated the rules and will naturally be punished."

The head of Spirit Hall had spoken. Shen An was naturally not stupid enough to get into a conflict with her and give people something to talk about.

With a wave of his hand, the Sword Domain dispersed, and the ocean of sword qi surrounding Tang San also dissipated with it.

With a thud, Tang San fell to the ground. His eyes held the most evil and venomous resentment in this world.

Everyone looked at Tang San. A timid person even let out a scream.

Miserable, truly too miserable.

His entire body was covered in dense sword wounds. He had been cut up until there wasn’t a single good piece of flesh on him. He looked just like a demon who had suffered all the cruel tortures in hell.

Of the Eight Spider Lances on his back, only the roots remained embedded in his flesh and bones. His four limbs, except for his right leg bone, were all empty.

He was almost a human stick. Wouldn’t his next life be ruined?

Everyone thought in unison. Flender’s old tears streamed down, and he wailed beside Tang San.

And when everyone looked at his left leg bone, their eyes revealed a thick look of greed.

The crystal-blue bone was releasing a staggering life aura, which was what was keeping Tang San from dying right now.

A soul bone, and its age is definitely extremely high!

Such a thought was born in everyone’s hearts in unison.

Yue Guan and Ghost were even more moved and quietly transmitted their voices to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong’s face was calm. "The final champion of this year’s Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is Shen An of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."

"Congratulations, you talented young soul master."

The Cardinal Bishop acting as the referee said loudly, "Will the representative of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy please come up to the stage to receive the award."

At this time, Tom ran over from the side. A representative? Aren’t I it?

Tom walked onto the stage with an air of importance, preparing to receive the three soul bones. This was all money. It could be exchanged for a lifetime of small dried fish, right?

Shen An: "..."

Bibi Dong: "..."

"Tom is my representative. Please don’t mind, Lord Pontiff," Shen An said.

The rest of the people from Spirit Hall all glared at him. This is too disrespectful to Spirit Hall, isn’t it? Sending a cat up?

Just as they were about to berate him, they remembered that Spirit Hall seemed to have an unwritten rule of protecting cats. Seeing that Tom was not an ordinary cat, one by one they fell silent again.

Bibi Dong nodded lightly, took the brocade plate from the Spirit Hall personnel, but her gaze did not linger in the slightest.

Tom delightedly took the three soul bones on the plate in one go, as if they were just ordinary cabbages.

Everyone present stared blankly. This is a supreme treasure of the soul master world! How can you just grab it all at once? Have some respect, damn it!

Bibi Dong did not look at Tom but instead gazed at Shen An. "You are very outstanding, far more outstanding than I had expected. Are you willing to join Spirit Hall?"

"As long as you are willing, I promise that you will become the Holy Son of this generation of Spirit Hall."

Behind her, the trio of Hu Liena were all shocked, and couldn’t even help but feel a sourness in their hearts, looking at Shen An with envy.

The Holy Son? Is this to cultivate Shen An as the successor of Spirit Hall?

Isn’t this too rash?

But thinking carefully, with Shen An’s talent, it was absolutely feasible. No one was more qualified than him.

On this Douluo Continent where talent was supreme, one’s martial soul talent determined one’s future.

What "there is no useless martial soul, only a useless soul master"?

The person who said that was a complete waste himself.

The only person who could prove this sentence was not even in this world. That person was named Ji Juechen.

But for Shen An to take over Spirit Hall might seem rash, but it was not.

When Shen An truly took over this behemoth, Spirit Hall, he would only be assimilated by it.

Shen An shook his head lightly, at the same time secretly using an intermediate soul power experience pack to recover his soul power. In an instant, his state was full, and his soul power even leaped forward quite a bit.

He wasn’t stupid. Bibi Dong was in her prime, and a Titled Douluo’s lifespan was extremely long.

Was he supposed to shout after many years, "Your Majesty, how can there be a forty-year-old Holy Son in this world?"

What’s more, he didn’t believe that such good things would just fall from the sky.

"Many thanks for Your Majesty the Pontiff’s kind intentions, but I am used to being undisciplined. I’m afraid I cannot shoulder this heavy responsibility."

A trace of regret flashed in Bibi Dong’s eyes, but she also nodded calmly.

At the side, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were about to happily walk towards Shen An but were stopped by Ning Fengzhi.

The two girls instantly looked around and found that the atmosphere had become somewhat solidified.

The sound of neat footsteps suddenly sounded, and the Spirit Temple Knights surged up like a tide.

A beautiful and dangerous smile outlined the corners of Bibi Dong’s lips. "The tournament is over, and the rewards have been distributed. Elder Ghost, Elder Ju, seize Tang San and Shen An for me."

"Oh right, don’t let that cat go either."

Bibi Dong added a sentence. Three soul bones. She definitely can’t let them be lost to the outside.

Tom instantly hid behind Shen An in terror.

The situation on the field suddenly became tense.

"Your Majesty the Pontiff, what is the meaning of this?" At this time, Ning Fengzhi’s face was grave as he simultaneously blocked the two from and Ghost.

The thing he was most worried about had still happened.

Although he really didn’t want to go up against Spirit Hall, no matter what, he couldn’t just ignore Shen An.

Bibi Dong said coldly, "Sect Master Ning, please have some self-respect. If you continue to obstruct, then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be an enemy of my Spirit Hall."

Ning Fengzhi had been through great storms and naturally would not be intimidated by these words:

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has no intention of making an enemy of Spirit Hall. It’s just that if Spirit Hall arbitrarily captures people without giving a reason, I’m afraid it will lose its majesty in the hearts of the soul masters under heaven."

Bibi Dong frowned. She really hadn’t expected that Ning Fengzhi would actually dare to continue to obstruct, and even brought out such a high-sounding reason.

"The reason is very simple. Tang San is an evil soul master. Many of my Spirit Hall’s people have fallen to his venomous hands. He is only fourteen now yet is already level fifty-seven. This is precisely the result of absorbing the lives and cultivation of others."

"The mission of my Spirit Hall since its establishment is to eliminate evil soul masters. Now that the situation on the continent is stable, how can I let this person have a chance to bring disaster to the world?"

Everyone looked at Tang San and sucked in a cold breath.

An evil soul master. Now, on the continent, they were almost extinct.

But everyone present was a noble soul master. Their own families had records.

An evil soul master could devour a person’s cultivation and grow extremely fast. They were the great enemy of all orthodox soul masters.

Tang San, who had been convulsing on the ground, was also stunned. Hadn’t he been beaten miserably enough? Why did someone suddenly want his life?

"Then what about Shen An? What did Shen An do wrong?"

Ning Fengzhi continued to ask. He didn’t care about Tang San’s safety.

"Shen An heavily injured three of my Spirit Hall team members in an individual match. This person has ulterior motives. He hid three fatal sword qis, which suddenly erupted this morning, causing my Spirit Hall to lose three outstanding geniuses."

"This score, I must settle!"

Ning Fengzhi’s pupils shrank. This Bibi Dong was really ruthless. Her own people, she would strike just like that.

But now the situation had no room for maneuver. The excuse had already been found. It was clear that Bibi Dong was determined to take down Shen An and Tang San.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi’s silence, Bibi Dong suddenly ordered, "Take them! Those who obstruct, kill without mercy!"

The and Ghost Douluo looked at each other and pounced at Shen An and Tang San respectively.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong looked at each other, preparing to fight by Shen An’s side and face it together. Ning Fengzhi blocked them with a bitter smile.

"You dare!"

Chen Xin immediately took a step forward, like a treasured sword unsheathed, his body’s sword momentum monstrous.

For a time, it made Yue Guan and the others not dare to move.

At this moment, three more extremely strong auras probed out from Spirit Hall, instantly locking onto Chen Xin.

Chen Xin said indifferently, "If you want to make a move on Shen An, you’ll have to get past my Seven Kills Sword first!"

"We call you Sword Dao Chen Xin, and you’re really putting on airs. Let the few of us weigh you!"

Three figures leaped out from the Elder’s Hall, their auras tyrannical and unparalleled.

"Level ninety-five power-attack type Titled Douluo, title, Demonic Bear!"

"Level ninety-five agility-attack type Titled Douluo, title, Ghost Leopard!"

"Level ninety-three power-attack type Douluo, title, Spirit Kite!"

Facing three Titled Douluo, Chen Xin did not show the slightest fluctuation. An aura of being the sole honored one in the heavens and the earth grew even stronger.

It was as if the ones before him were not three Titled Douluo at all, but just three ordinary soul masters.

He was seen stretching out his hand and grasping. The crystal-clear Seven Kills Sword appeared in his hand. The nine soul rings transformed into nine stars and merged into it.

"Come and fight!"

Chen Xin shouted coldly, actually being the first to pounce forward and engage the three in battle.

Dugu Bo also moved at this time. He wanted to take Shen An away. As long as Shen An left, then today’s crisis would be resolved.

As for him, what did a lone person have to be afraid of? If the other side dared to make a move on Dugu Yan, he would dare to make all under the Titled Douluo in Spirit Hall die!

The moment Dugu Bo moved, a cold snort sounded like a clap of thunder.

Dugu Bo let out a muffled grunt. The Jade-Phosphor Serpent Emperor instantly possessed him, but he couldn’t move.

His face changed drastically. Both were Titled Douluo, but Bibi Dong could actually make him unable to move with just her presence. How powerful was this?

Nine brilliant soul rings rose behind Bibi Dong. The ninth among them was the number one treasure in the soul master world, a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

At this moment, the and Ghost Douluo once again seized the opportunity, grabbing at Shen An and Tang San respectively.

For Spirit Hall, having already confirmed that Tang San was the remnant evil of that year, the son of Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Emperor, then they would absolutely not let him go.

Not to mention anything else, the only remaining leg on Tang San was a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone.

At the side, Meng Shenji’s trio also wanted to stop them, but how could they be faster than the speed of Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei?

Shen An looked at the pouncing Gui Mei and unhesitatingly unfolded his Sword Domain again.

He casually and quickly glanced at his current fame value. A massive thirteen million.

’System, give me a lottery draw! Three million fame value!’ Shen An recited silently in his heart.

He then stood his sword before him, his body’s sword qi erupting without reservation. The hundred-meter sword rain was compressed by him to a radius of ten meters, but its power was multiplied.

"Sword Style – Cloud Severing!"

"Sword Style - Soaring to the Heavens!"

The two great secret methods containing Shen An’s understanding of the way of the sword were unleashed. Shen An’s soul power was exhausted in less than an instant, and then was fully restored by the supplement of the soul power experience pack.

After repeating this nine times, the sword qi in the Sword Domain at this moment was simply thick to the point of being substantial.

"Boom!"

The sword qi erupted. Gui Mei, a level ninety-five agility-attack type, was actually sent flying.

At this moment, Gui Mei’s clothes were shattered, his eyes full of disbelief. Immediately, his old face turned crimson red.

In front of such a large crowd, he was actually sent flying by a Soul King. This was truly embarrassing.

"Old Ghost, you can’t even handle this little thing. How shameful," Yue Guan’s speed was naturally not as fast as Gui Mei’s. Seeing this scene, he said with a mocking laugh.

He was then about to grab Tang San and prepare to take him back.

But the next moment, time seemed to freeze.

"A single flower, and you dare harm my son? Get back!" A low voice suddenly sounded. The domineering air within it made everyone tremble.

At this moment, Bibi Dong’s face also became grave. She gave up her pressure on Dugu Bo.

With a low, explosive sound, Yue Guan was bounced back like a cannonball.

A black figure quietly appeared in mid-air, floating silently.

Although his attire was not something to be complimented, his figure was tall and sturdy, as majestic as a mountain. Behind him, a giant, incomparably huge black hammer was floating quietly.

"If in a nightmare~~ you open your eyes, and face this~ cruel~~"

A strange melody sounded. Shen An was suddenly stunned. Isn’t this the Douluo Continent? Why would that woman’s voice sound here?

At the side, Tang Hao was also a little dazed. What a hard tune.

In this tune, he felt a hot-blooded passion. An indescribable power surged into his four limbs, and even the circulation of his soul power became extremely smooth.

In this state, even if Qian Daoliu came, Tang Hao felt he could go up and fight him head-on!

Shen An was greatly shocked. This is fatal! Playing this tune, isn’t it giving the enemy a buff?

Without any hesitation, Shen An turned his head to look at Tom.

As expected, Tom was holding a speaker in his hand, playing the theme song of Douluo Continent.

Seeing Shen An look over, Tom whistled nonchalantly. He didn’t know what was going on either. He just felt that this scene was very suitable for this song.

Shen An grabbed the speaker and was about to turn it off, but his action suddenly stopped. A corner of his mouth hooked up. He had a better idea.

Everyone’s gaze was now on Tang Hao. No one noticed these actions of Shen An’s.

At this moment, Tang San, with only his left leg remaining, his tears streamed down as he cried out with a heart-wrenching voice, "Father!"

At this time, Tang Hao’s tiger eyes were also filled with tears. He had been watching the match all along, watching with his own eyes his son’s hands and feet being crippled by Shen An.

If not for knowing that the Blue Silver Emperor’s soul bone had the effect of regenerating severed limbs, he would have been unable to hold back and would have made a move long ago.

But since he knew, then for the sake of safety, it was better to let Little San suffer a little more. Anyway, Little San had loved to suffer since he was young.

But Bibi Dong had suddenly made a move, which forced him to show himself.

"Tang Hao, Tang San is indeed your son. The two of you, father and son, can stay here together today!" Bibi Dong shouted sharply.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei retreated to Bibi Dong’s side respectively. The soul power of the three great Titled Douluo was fully unleashed, pressing down on Tang Hao together.

Tang Hao, however, was not afraid at this moment. In this strange tune, he felt he was extremely awesome. So what if there were three Titled Douluo? So what if there were three more!

At this moment, he was willing to call himself—Tang—Hao!

Tang Hao stood proudly, a sharp light shooting out from his yellowish eyes. "Today, I will let you taste the fame of my Clear Sky Hammer! And I will not let go of a single person who dared to make a move on my son!"

These words were clearly directed at Shen An.

At this, Shen An chuckled. You’ll have a hard time later.

At this time, Bibi Dong waved her hand fiercely, and three more sharp whistles came from within the Pontiff’s Hall.

Tang Hao’s slightly aged face suddenly stiffened. No, you’re really bringing three more?

This time, even Ning Fengzhi couldn’t sit still. How many Titled Douluo were there on the entire continent? And you, Spirit Hall, have shown nine just today.

Don’t you see, that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family dared to call themselves one of the three upper sects with just a Yu Yuanzhen.

Soon, Tang Hao’s fighting spirit was reignited. The song of that woman was still playing. So what if there were six Titled Douluo?

At this time, he felt that his state had never been so refreshed.

Before he came on stage, he was prepared to smash the Pontiff’s Hall a bit and then slip away. Now he didn’t think so.

He, Tang Hao, was going to strike hard at Spirit Hall today.

The might of the Clear Sky, today!

One after another, soul rings rose from under his feet. His aura also became more and more solid.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Soul rings completely identical to Bibi Dong’s! But at this moment, Tang Hao’s aura was unilaterally overwhelming Bibi Dong!

"Son, look clearly. This is the Clear Sky True Body!"

Tang Hao said domineeringly. But as he spoke, he suddenly remembered that his son’s Clear Sky Hammer was gone.

Forget it, I have to put on a good show first!

The seventh soul ring shone brightly. The huge black Clear Sky Hammer behind Tang Hao suddenly bloomed. A strong black light surged.

The Clear Sky Hammer grew with the wind, actually reaching over a hundred meters!

One by one, red lines appeared on the mountain-like Clear Sky Hammer. The hundred-thousand-year soul ring on Tang Hao shone brightly, and the giant black hammer completely turned red!

"Hahahahaha, a mere Pontiff dares to make a move on my son!" With a wild laugh, Tang Hao brazenly swung his hammer, smashing it towards Bibi Dong and the other six Titled Douluo!

Bibi Dong’s beautiful eyes were filled with shock. Such might, how is this possible!

On the Tang Hao at this time, she actually felt a power that surpassed that of the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

But as the Pontiff, how could Bibi Dong shrink back? With a set of her scepter, an invisible air wave blew everyone away.

She was going to go up together with Yue Guan and the other six Titled Douluo!

A sharp light flashed in Shen An’s eyes. Now is the time. He pressed a finger, and the speaker was turned off. The voice of that woman instantly came to an abrupt halt.

In the air, the hundred-meter-long super giant hammer suddenly descended. With every bit it fell, its momentum actually weakened by a bit.

At this moment, the faces of Bibi Dong and the others were extremely strange. But soon, a look of joy shot out from their eyes.

Tang Hao’s face, however, suddenly became flustered.

No, my tune! Who the fck turned it off!