Tang Hao's Death, Entering Heaven Dou City

Tang Hao's Death, Entering Heaven Dou City

Feeling Mirror Flow's hand wrapped around his, Lu Mingchuan glanced at Huang Quan. Seeing no reaction from her, he boldly tried to pull his hand free and clasp Mirror Flow's instead, only to suddenly realize he could not pull away.

After trying a few more times without success, he gave up. Sensing this, Mirror Flow's lips curved into a faint smile.

The group then headed toward Heaven Dou City.

Holy Soul Village.

The stone chamber where Ah Yin had once been was suddenly opened by a brawny one-armed man. When he saw the state of the chamber, panic filled his heart. Ah Yin, who had originally been in the center of the chamber, had already vanished, and even the lead box containing the Soul Bone that he had stored in a hidden compartment had been discarded.

Still unwilling to believe it, he hurried to a wall and used his remaining left arm to open the hidden compartment. The lead box that had once lain quietly inside was gone. His eyes instantly reddened. After scanning the room with what little reason he had left, he finally spotted a note on the ground.

He walked over, picked it up, and unfolded it.

"I stole your wife, -Lu Mingchuan."

The moment he saw the signature, he completely lost his reason. The Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand, and Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet. Unlike before, the dazzling red Soul Ring was gone, leaving only yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and black.

With no mood to bother opening the mechanism, he smashed the door apart with one hammer strike and immediately flew toward Holy Soul Village. If nothing unexpected happened, he was going to seek revenge on Lu Mingchuan's grandfather, Jack.

But he had not stopped to consider why Lu Mingchuan had dared to leave that note despite knowing his grandfather was in Holy Soul Village. He had clearly prepared a backup plan.

Sure enough, before Tang Hao had gone very far, a two-meter-tall brawny man blocked his path. The man did not waste words. After using Martial Soul Possession, he directly slapped Tang Hao. Tang Hao hurriedly activated Clear Sky Protection, but how could an injured Level 86 Spirit Master possibly withstand it?

He was slapped straight into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Looking at Tang Hao lying on the ground, Volberli's lips curled with disdain. With so little strength, he still dared to cause trouble? Was he looking down on Bear Grandpa?

As Volberli thought about it, he suddenly grew angry. "Welcome the Storm!!"

After a thunderous roar, his body expanded countless times as he plummeted toward Tang Hao, who had been left unable to move by that slap. Tang Hao's pupils shrank as he desperately forced his body beyond its limits. Under that strain, his body finally moved. At that moment, Volberli crashed down. Fortunately, the distance Tang Hao had just moved took him out of the center of the impact.

Even so, the shockwave left his body numb. Seeing that the bug in his eyes had actually dodged his attack, Volberli's eyes flashed with surprise before being swallowed by even greater fury.

"Bug, die!" With a roar, he casually beckoned toward the sky, then dropped to all fours and charged at Tang Hao. Looking at the storm clouds gathering above him and Volberli rushing toward him, Tang Hao showed a bitter smile.

"I really fell into your hands." If he had another chance, he would never have allowed Tang San to attend that Nuoding Academy. But unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world.

Boom!!! Several bolts of lightning as thick as water barrels struck down from the sky. Tang Hao did not suffer in the slightest; it was over in an instant.

Seeing Tang Hao killed by a single skill, Volberli felt somewhat stifled. He should not have used that skill so soon. He had not even gotten in a few slaps before the man was gone.

Remembering Lu Mingchuan's instructions, he walked over and added two more blows. Only after turning the already charred corpse completely into scraps did he leisurely turn and leave.

Far away in the Great Soul Arena of Suotuo City, Tang San, who was in the middle of a fight, suddenly felt as though something was missing from his heart. He became somewhat absent-minded, and naturally, his opponent did not miss the opportunity. He rushed forward and struck Tang San in the face with a Soul Skill, sending him flying out of the arena.

The referee immediately made his ruling. "Congratulations to the Red Stone King for winning!!"

"Third Brother, Third Brother, how are you?" The Rogue Rabbit quickly ran up to her Third Brother below the stage and shook him. When he gave no response and his cheek continued swelling, she immediately panicked.

Before long, Flender also came down from the stands. He picked up Tang San and quickly left the Soul Arena for a medical clinic. After paying, he quietly watched a healing-type Spirit Master treat Tang San's injuries.

Not long after, Tang San slowly woke up. His face was still swollen, making his speech slurred. "Dean, why am I here?"

Flender stopped Xiao Wu, who wanted to rush over and comfort her Third Brother, then explained what had happened. Once he finished, he asked Tang San, "Why did you suddenly space out on the stage?"

"I dunno either. I just suddenly felt empty inside."

Flender was puzzled by Tang San's slurred words. Tang San's opponent was a Beast Spirit Master whose Martial Soul was the strength-focused Red Stone Beast. He could not use interference-type Soul Skills, and it was impossible that someone in the audience had used a Soul Skill to interfere.

After thinking for a long time without finding an explanation, Flender ultimately attributed it to Tang San being too tired lately. He ordered him to rest for a while before resuming his training.

After hearing Flender's analysis, Tang San found it somewhat reasonable and agreed. Seeing him nod, Flender did not linger and left the medical room to the two of them.

"Third Brother, Third Brother, how is your face? Does it still hurt?" Xiao Wu looked at Tang San worriedly.

"I'm fine. The swelling will go down soon." Tang San shook his head. Just as he was about to say something else, the healing-type Spirit Master who had treated him earlier pushed open the door and entered.

"If there is no serious problem, please leave as soon as possible. We do not have many beds."

"What does your lack of beds have to do with us? We paid, didn't we? Besides, it's not like we aren't injured."

With her hands on her hips, Xiao Wu snapped at the healer. The healer disdainfully glanced at Tang San, who only had an injured face yet was still occupying a bed and needed a girl to speak for him. Without saying a word, he turned and left.

After driving away the annoying healer, Xiao Wu lowered her hands from her hips, walked over to Tang San, and began chattering away.

At this moment, Lu Mingchuan, who had already arrived at the gates of Heaven Dou City, suddenly heard the system's voice in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing Tang Hao and obtaining 100,000 Points."

He was somewhat dumbfounded. Seeing him freeze in place, the two women beside him looked at him strangely. He could only set aside his doubts and lead them into Heaven Dou City by the hand.

At this time, Xue Beng was wandering the streets with a group of dissolute companions, playing the spoiled wastrel prince he was best at portraying. Upon seeing him, pedestrians hurriedly avoided him, afraid they might accidentally anger this notorious prince.