Xiao Wu's Sacrifice!

Watching from the sidelines, Tang San recognized her as well, and complicated, indescribable emotions surged within him.

The future Xiao Wu seemed to possess considerable strength too and was trying to fight alongside him.

Upon hearing the call, the simulated "Tang San" had a flash of tenderness and resolve in his eyes. The Blue Silver Emperor in his hand blazed brightly as he shouted:

"I'm fine! Xiao Wu, stay close to me! Let's deal with these two first!"

The battle grew increasingly fierce.

As Tang San watched, he marveled at his future self's exquisitely refined use of Spirit Skills and his effortless command of the Blue Silver Emperor. There were many techniques whose principles he could not even comprehend. At the same time, part of his attention could not help drifting toward the decisive Title Douluo battlefield in the distance.

"The future... really changed!

And it seems to have taken an even more magnificent, yet far more perilous and difficult path..."

Tang San felt both his blood boil as he witnessed the strength of himself and his elders, and a faint, crushing pressure settle over him.

Spirit Hall's power far exceeded his imagination. The conflicts of the future had actually become this intense!

And at that moment, the battle changed in an instant!

Just as the eighteen-year-old simulated "Tang San" and "Xiao Wu" struggled against two Soul Douluo while the distant Title Douluo battlefield raged on, a cold, razor-sharp presence suddenly entered "Tang San's" battle like a venomous snake!

The newcomer wore the robes of a Spirit Hall elder and held a strange spear that was pitch-black from end to end, its tip split like a serpent's tongue. Nine Spirit Rings gleamed around him—he was a level ninety-one Title Douluo, and his Martial Soul was the Snake Lance!

The pressure of a Title Douluo was far beyond that of a Soul Douluo. Snake Lance Douluo's arrival instantly turned the tide against them!

At that moment, Tang San clearly saw the Spirit Rings rising beneath his future self's feet:

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

A six-ringed Soul Emperor!

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, had yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black—five rings, a Spirit King.

Both of their Spirit Ring configurations were top-tier, especially "Tang San's" utterly unconventional arrangement.

But before a Title Douluo, they still seemed powerless.

"Xiao Wu! Go! Run!!"

The simulated "Tang San's" eyes nearly split with rage as he crazily drove his Soul Power, expanding the Blue Silver Domain at all costs. Countless vines grew and intertwined wildly, trying to form a barrier that could temporarily block Snake Lance Douluo's edge and buy Xiao Wu a sliver of hope.

His voice was hoarse with urgency, filled with unwavering resolve.

Yet Xiao Wu stubbornly shook her head, tears and determination intertwining in her pink eyes.

"No! Third Brother! I won't leave you behind!"

At that critical moment, balanced on the line between life and death, a sudden change erupted on the decisive Title Douluo battlefield in the distance!

Fu Shiyan, who had been under siege from Bibi Dong and three other level ninety-seven Title Douluo, seemed to have been utterly enraged by Tang San's crisis—or perhaps he had decided to hold back no longer.

With a clear cry, the terrifying light of the five black and four red Spirit Rings around him abruptly withdrew. A completely different wave of Soul Power, filled with destruction and violent fury, burst forth from his body!

He raised his left hand, and a Battle Halberd appeared from thin air within his grasp. It was a deep violet-black, savage and tyrannical in design, its shaft entwined with countless bolts of violent purple lightning!

The instant the Battle Halberd appeared, the surrounding air crackled explosively, as if it could not withstand the destructive force contained within it!

A second Martial Soul!

That realization struck every witness like a meteor crashing into a tranquil lake, setting off monstrous waves in their hearts!

"What?!! Twin Martial Souls?!!"

Tang Hao, who was locked in fierce combat with Golden Crocodile Douluo, was involuntarily shaken by the sudden development. The assault of the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand stalled for an extremely brief instant!

His eyes were filled with incredulous shock.

He had always believed Fu Shiyan was an unparalleled genius devoted to the life path of Blue Silver Grass. He had never imagined that Fu Shiyan possessed Twin Martial Souls as well—and that the aura of his second Martial Soul would be so powerful!

Likewise, Golden Crocodile Douluo, his opponent, and every Title Douluo present—including Bibi Dong and the others besieging Fu Shiyan—were shaken to their cores by this inconceivable sight!

Especially when Spirit Rings slowly rose above that violet-black Battle Halberd—

Red, red, red, red, red!

A full five dazzling Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings, enough to make souls tremble, surrounded that Destruction Battle Halberd like five blood-red suns!

"F-five Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings?! And it's his second Martial Soul?!!"

Tang San's mind buzzed as it instantly went blank. He was shocked beyond measure!

He had never dreamed that his master was also a wielder of Twin Martial Souls, just like him!

And his master's Spirit Ring configuration for this second Martial Soul simply exceeded the limits of imagination!

After the shock came incomparable excitement and yearning.

So this was how far the path of Twin Martial Souls could go!

He remembered that in the previous two simulations, the method of cultivating Twin Martial Souls had always been his greatest difficulty. He had never expected that his master had already found a way through this path!

Bibi Dong, the Pope, had the strongest reaction.

The composure and chill on her face vanished completely, replaced by boundless, icy killing intent and a trace of... fear!

She too possessed Twin Martial Souls and was a Godhood Inheritance bearer. More than anyone else, she understood what Fu Shiyan's displayed talent meant!

Both of Fu Shiyan's Martial Souls were of extremely high quality. Their potential likely surpassed even her two Spider Emperor Martial Souls!

Combined with that Spirit Ring configuration, practically a divine miracle, and the faint God Trial Mark on his forehead...

If he could not be strangled here today, then at his rate of growth, he might attain godhood before she did. When that happened, Spirit Hall would face utter destruction!

"Kill him at any cost!!" Bibi Dong's shriek was filled with madness and resolve.

Yet the mysterious Battle Halberd expert fighting alongside Fu Shiyan showed no surprise at all when Fu Shiyan suddenly revealed his second Martial Soul and five Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings, as though he had known all along.

He merely said with admiration, "Young Master, your Abyssal Heaven-Extinguishing Halberd can finally taste blood!"

The offensive of the pitch-black Battle Halberd in his hand became even fiercer, tightly entangling his opponent.

At last, from the brief lull amid the fierce battle and the mysterious expert's form of address for Fu Shiyan, Tang San understood his identity—Fu Shiyan's follower, or perhaps an expert from the force behind him!

The title "Young Master" undoubtedly added another layer of mysterious background to Fu Shiyan's astonishing talent and strength.

But the crisis on the simulated "Tang San's" side had not been resolved. Instead, it became even deadlier amid everyone's momentary shock and standoff!

Snake Lance Douluo was the first to recover from his shock. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as he seized the instant "Tang San" was slightly distracted by the distant upheaval. His Snake Lance shot forth like a venomous dragon, carrying deadly cold light straight for "Tang San's" heart!

The two Soul Douluo also took the opportunity to unleash their strongest Spirit Skills, sealing off every route of retreat!

"Third Brother—!!!"

Seeing that "Tang San" could no longer evade, Xiao Wu let out an incomparably shrill scream!

The next moment, a blinding red radiance erupted from her body without warning!

The red light instantly enveloped Xiao Wu and the nearby "Tang San."

"This is...?"

Tang San did not understand what was happening, but instinctively, he felt a wave of dread and unease.

"No—!! Xiao Wu! Don't!!"