Elder Hui

Inside the carriage, everyone laughed and chatted. With the Golden-Haired Youth, that living treasure, around, the smiles never left their faces.

"I'm telling you, Boss might become the first person whose fourth soul ring is a ten-thousand-year soul ring. Those Holy Sons and Holy Daughters from Spirit Hall are nothing but trash compared to Boss!"

The Golden-Haired Youth curled his lip, utterly disdainful of Spirit Hall's recent headline announcement.

They were all children of noble families, so whenever they chatted, it was inevitable that they would bring up Spirit Hall's recent appointment of Holy Sons and Holy Daughters.

"Exactly. Those people just happened to get their hands on Spirit Hall's resources."

"If Boss had resources like that, forget a ten-thousand-year soul ring—he'd have become the youngest Soul Emperor long ago. He'd be even more awesome than Teacher Qin Ming."

Another Black-Clad Youth nodded in agreement. They had witnessed far too many miracles from Dugu Aotian.

They absolutely believed that their captain would be even more impressive than those Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of Spirit Hall.

Listening to his teammates flatter him, Dugu Aotian narrowed his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. It felt quite good.

But that Holy Son...

A shadow flashed through Dugu Aotian's eyes. He decided that once they returned, he would quickly push forward with entering Suotuo City's spirit battle arena.

Take Xiao Wu, make her sacrifice herself to me, then bring Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing into the fold as well, forming a harem...

"Disciple, retreat!"

All of a sudden, a shrill voice rang urgently in his ear. Dugu Aotian's expression changed.

Whoosh!

A wild wind howled, sending the carriage curtains fluttering. A gap was lifted open, and Dugu Aotian, seated in the very center of the carriage, met the eyes of a Gray Robe sitting by the roadside.

A Gray Robe?

Gray robes...

Bang!

The carriage suddenly exploded. Wooden fragments burst apart, and the Golden-Haired Youth and the others were left dazed by the blast, their figures thrown into disarray.

What happened...

Boom!

An immense pressure descended upon everyone without warning.

The Golden-Haired Youth's body immediately became unable to move. Terror filled his heart as his stiff neck creaked while he slowly turned it, only to see a gray-robed figure advancing toward them at a measured pace, like a mountain.

Who... was... that...

So... strong!

Buzz!

The mountain-like pressure made their bones creak and groan. Soul power roared within their bodies as their martial souls and soul rings appeared involuntarily!

Yellow, yellow, purple!

They were all Soul Elders!

In a small city, they would have been absolutely invincible.

Yet now, every one of them was pinned atop the shattered carriage, unable to move!

"S-Senior, w-we are..." As the gray-robed figure drew closer and closer, the Golden-Haired Youth gritted his teeth, his voice trembling as he desperately hoped to survive.

But in the next instant, the tall gray-robed figure passed him indifferently. With a casual reach of his hand, he firmly gripped a pitch-black Vast Sky Great Hammer.

Passed him?

The Golden-Haired Youth was stunned. His gaze swept toward Dugu Aotian, who was not far ahead and immobilized by the pressure, unable to struggle. His pupils contracted sharply.

It was the captain!

This Gray Robe's target was the captain!

But how could he dare? That was a Titled Douluo's disciple. Wasn't he afraid of the Poison Douluo's retaliation afterward?

"Tang Hao!"

"My wife is in my hands! You can't kill me!"

Dugu Aotian, who had originally been triggering the soul tool carriage's explosion in an attempt to escape, screamed hoarsely in a fearful bluff.

Even though Elder Hui within his martial soul had warned him in advance, allowing him to escape from the soul tool carriage, he still could not flee from a Titled Douluo's pressure.

The vast gap in Soul Power Level left Dugu Aotian without the slightest ability to resist. The pressure of a Titled Douluo alone was enough to pin him in place, unable to move.

For a moment, he even regretted ever stealing the Blue Silver Emperor.

But now, all he could do was gamble—gamble that Tang Hao, that slave of his sect, would not dare touch him because his wife was in Dugu Aotian's hands.

No, he definitely wouldn't!

Tang Hao definitely wouldn't dare touch him!

Otherwise, the Blue Silver Emperor would die. He would do everything possible to kill the Blue Silver Emperor!

Dugu Aotian stared at Tang Hao with a savage expression, his blood-red pupils glaring at him. "Stop! I order you to stop!"

" Tang Hao!"

Tang Hao!

The Golden-Haired Youth's heart jolted. As one of Heaven Dou Royal Academy's prized students, he knew there were seven people in this world whom they absolutely had to remember and could never afford to offend.

And Tang Hao was one of them!

Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo of the world's number one sect, the Clear Sky Sect!

And Captain Dugu had stolen the Clear Sky Douluo's wife?

The Golden-Haired Youth's gaze was complicated. Even though he was a noble, he knew that for nobles who valued honor, such methods were the most despicable and disgraceful.

Beside him, Ye Lingling's cherry lips parted slightly as she stared at Dugu Aotian, her eyes filled with disbelief.

For some reason, the words she had been about to say to plead for mercy on his behalf never left her mouth.

Tang Hao looked calmly at Dugu Aotian, who was roaring helplessly before him.

Couldn't kill him?

Wife?

Heh!

Tang Hao's steps paused slightly, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand stopped in midair.

Dugu Aotian was overjoyed. He knew it—Tang Hao, this piece of trash, definitely wouldn't dare kill him. But he couldn't threaten him too much from now on.

He had to smooth things over, dangle a carrot before him, and once he survived, it would be thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never bully a young...

Dugu Aotian froze. With a boom, a gigantic hammer like a small mountain suddenly appeared above him.

Then—

Boom!

It crashed down in an instant.

Dust erupted violently, soaring into the air. The ferocious force of the explosion raised a cloud of dust that slowly expanded outward in a ring.

Howling winds swept across Tang Hao's gray robe.

Amid the gale, Tang Hao narrowed his eyes at the dust ahead, slowly lowering the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.

One Soul Ring after another unfolded around him.

Another attack began gathering.

That wife wasn't his wife. Whether he could kill him or not was the old Tang Hao's problem—what did it have to do with him, the current Tang Hao?

Besides, letting go of a Transmigrator hostile toward him?

Only an utterly foolish person would make such a decision.

The existence of a Golden Finger could allow a Transmigrator to grow stronger at an astonishing rate.

That much was clear from the fact that his second Soul Ring was not a hundred-year yellow ring, but a thousand-year purple one.

If he let him go this time, then the next time he faced Dugu Aotian, this Transmigrator, he would likely have to face a Peerless Douluo—or even...

A god!

"Moo!"

A roar like a bull's bellow rang out. The dust soaring into the sky was blasted apart by the sweep of a tail belonging to a figure that resembled both a flood dragon and a snake.

Its head was savage like a mountain tiger's, while its body resembled both a flood dragon and a snake. A translucent serpent more than thirty meters long coiled up from the ground, looking down at Tang Hao with venomous malice.

The Thousand Poison Flood Dragon.

Dugu Aotian's super Martial Soul.

It was also the aura of a super Martial Soul he had discovered in the back mountains of Holy Soul Village.

But now, it seemed this was Dugu Aotian's Golden Finger.

Tang Hao sighed inwardly. Dugu Aotian's grievously shattered body was curled up and protected by the Thousand Poison Flood Dragon.

He snarled at Tang Hao with hatred, "Elder Hui, I want him dead!"