Tang Hao Did It All for a Soul Beast?

Liu Erlong's every word was like a red-hot knife, stabbing viciously into Yu Xiaogang's heart.

And into the hearts of everyone present who knew and respected him!

"Those theories you keep talking about were plagiarized!"

Liu Erlong's dragon claw pointed at the irrefutable evidence displayed on the light screen still floating in the air, crimson-gold flames dancing at her claw tips.

"The deep affection you put on was a lie!"

Her dragon claw then pointed viciously at the ashes drifting from the lava pit.

Finally, her dragon eyes, blazing with World-Burning Fury Flame, fixed ruthlessly on Yu Xiaogang.

"Yu Xiaogang! Not only are you a shameless plagiarist!"

"You're also a complete and utter fraud in love!"

"You're even more hypocritical, more despicable, and more disgusting than those theories you stole!"

"Pfft—!"

Yu Xiaogang's body suddenly doubled over as he spat out a massive mouthful of scorching heart's blood.

The blood splashed onto the frigid ground and instantly froze into dark-red ice crystals.

He clutched his chest tightly, his eyes bulging and bloodshot.

Within them was the ultimate pain and despair of shattered faith, ruined love, and dignity utterly trampled into the mud.

He wanted to refute her, to roar, to tell Erlong that it was not like that.

His feelings for her were real...

But the irrefutable evidence of plagiarism, and that deeply buried past he could not deny...

Were like invisible shackles tightening around his throat.

Leaving him with no way to argue back.

Yu Xiaogang collapsed onto the ground, his eyes hollow as a dried-up well that had been emptied clean.

He was like a walking corpse stripped of all support.

This succession of devastating blows had completely crushed the man who prided himself on his wisdom.

Purple-gold lightning flickered unpredictably in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, filled with towering fury over the disgrace brought upon his clan, yet with nowhere to vent it.

The light screen displaying irrefutable proof of plagiarism floated in the air like a massive brand of shame hanging above every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Ning Fengzhi's face was pale, and the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had dimmed.

His refined face was filled with exhaustion and a lingering dread that would not fade.

Ning Rongrong had actually been taught by such a person for all those years at Shrek Academy.

It was truly chilling!

Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword in his arms, his brow deeply furrowed as his sharp gaze swept over the wreckage below.

Gu Rong's gaunt figure stood near Yu Xiaogang. Spatial power fluctuated around him, but in the end, he made no move.

Tang Hao broke free from the ice that had sealed him earlier, his blood-red eyes fixed intently on the empty space where Ye Xian had vanished.

Killing intent surged from the Clear Sky Hammer, yet it was filled with helplessness.

The Shrek group was even more immersed in immense confusion and the chaos of shattered faith.

Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others looked at the collapsed Yu Xiaogang and the light screen, their expressions indescribably complex.

Tang San knelt on the frozen ground, the Eight Spider Lances weakly supporting his body.

The immense pain nearly tore him apart. He looked at his father, who seemed on the verge of madness.

Then he looked at Xiao Wu beside him, trembling from grief and fear, and felt as though the entire world was collapsing.

Just as the oppressive atmosphere, woven from deathly silence, grief, rage, and confusion, was about to reach its peak—

"Buzz—!"

High in the sky, the Frost King Throne suddenly bloomed with icy radiance.

Ye Xian's figure appeared atop it once more, like a deity emerging from Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice.

His black Pope's robe remained completely still amid the raging canyon winds.

His ice-blue eyes looked down upon the myriad expressions below without the slightest ripple.

There was only the indifference of someone in control of everything, along with a trace of icy mockery.

As though the encirclement and revelations just now, enough to cripple any faction...

Were nothing more than a trivial diversion to him.

"Done with your tragic little performance?"

Ye Xian's cold voice was like a frigid wind scraping over ice, clearly reaching the ears of everyone whose hearts and minds had been shaken.

It carried undisguised ridicule.

"Then let's make it even more interesting."

He gave those below no chance to catch their breath or question him.

He casually raised his right hand and lightly slashed through the air.

Buzz!

A massive, crystal-clear light screen formed entirely of pure Soul Power instantly unfolded above Soul Severing Slope.

The images flowed, vivid in color, as though everyone were witnessing them in person!

Within the scene was a desperate pursuit deep in a dense forest, so brutal it suffocated the onlookers!

Several powerful figures dressed in Spirit Hall elder robes, their soul rings gleaming.

Were frantically besieging a burly, domineering figure—Tang Hao in his younger years!

He wielded an enormous Clear Sky Hammer, drenched in blood, madness blazing in his eyes.

Desperately protecting the slender, frail blue figure behind him, who held an infant in her arms.

The woman in blue was breathtakingly beautiful, with a gentle and ethereal temperament. Yet an unusual life force that did not belong to a human emanated from her body.

She looked at Tang Hao, who was fighting bloodily for her ahead.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with endless worry and despair, as well as... a determination to perish together!

"Ah Yin—!!"

Outside the screen, Tang Hao let out a heart-wrenching roar like a wounded beast!

The blue-clad woman, forced into a desperate corner by the siege, suddenly spread her arms.

A vast blue radiance, filled with boundless vitality yet carrying the tragic grandeur of sacrifice, erupted from her body.

Her body turned translucent within the light, while countless strange golden runes appeared around her and began to burn!

"Take care of... our child..."

The woman's sorrowful yet resolute voice was like a final sigh.

Traveling through time and space, it echoed in the depths of every soul in the canyon!

Immediately afterward, the image was drowned by blinding blue-gold radiance!

That light carried an aura where holiness and destruction intertwined, instantly devouring the several Spirit Hall elders who had surrounded them.

When the light faded, all that remained was a Clear Sky Hammer whose aura had surged dramatically, wrapped in scarlet blood patterns.

And... a deep azure Hundred-Thousand-Year soul ring, slowly rotating like the sea!

As for that stunning woman in blue, she had already perished, reduced to ashes!

Deathly silence filled the entire canyon!

Everyone's gaze was fixed in disbelief on the massive light screen.

Fixed on the azure soul ring floating above the Clear Sky Hammer, symbolizing the fall of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

"A soul beast!"

"This is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"

Ning Fengzhi murmured in shock, his face left with nothing but immense astonishment and a trace of anger at having been deceived.

He had always believed that Tang Hao had betrayed his clan and forged an irreconcilable enmity with Spirit Hall in order to protect the woman he loved.

He had never imagined that the woman he loved was actually a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

The Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's arms gave a low hum.

His sharp gaze shot toward Tang Hao like lightning, carrying an unprecedented scrutiny and chill!

As a peak swordsman, he pursued purity, yet he despised deception above all else!

Purple-gold lightning exploded wildly within Yu Yuanzhen's enormous dragon eyes!

He looked at the sacrificing Blue Silver Emperor on the screen, then at Tang Hao below, whose killing intent soared into the heavens.

Then he looked at that Hundred-Thousand-Year soul ring. The immense absurdity of it all and the fury of being implicated instantly overwhelmed his reason.

So the Clear Sky Sect had been forced to seal itself away back then, and even today's disaster...

Had its roots in this!