Douluo: Martial Soul Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress, All Spirit Beasts Sacrifice

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Hao could clearly sense the danger.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The first seven Spirit Rings on his body shattered in sequence, and endless energy instantly surged into the Clear Sky Hammer.

As the Clear Sky Hammer received this power, it expanded instantly, and violent energy radiated outward, causing the surrounding space to crackle and groan.

Tang Hao's aura also soared by several levels in that moment.

Suddenly.

A sweet, metallic taste surged up from his gut.

Tang Hao's old wounds were aggravated.

Although the Ring Detonation was an extremely powerful technique, every time he detonated them, it placed a certain burden on his body.

He forcibly swallowed the blood that was about to spill from his mouth.

"Die!"

Tang Hao let out a loud shout, and icy killing intent erupted from his eyes.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand smashed fiercely toward the Blazing Fire Phoenix.

The Blazing Fire Phoenix let out its loudest cry, a sound of phoenix-like determination, and also the phoenix's swan song.

Embracing an attack meant for mutual destruction, the flames on the Blazing Fire Phoenix's body almost set the void itself ablaze.

The two terrifying offensives collided in an instant, and the sky became dazzlingly bright, like a small sun, so brilliant that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

As the fluctuations of power spread, a powerful air current swept in all directions, and continuous explosions rang out in the sky.

The next moment, The phoenix's bright red feathers withered and drifted down from the sky.

The feathers were burning with flames.

Wherever they landed on the ground, everything was ignited by the raging fire.

Tang Hao's figure stood tall in mid-air, his face pale, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes remained extremely sharp.

He looked in the direction where Ye Yuan'er had departed, his expression grave.

"Damn it, who exactly is she..."

"A Phoenix Spirit, and the flame temperature is the strongest I have ever seen. Spirit Hall has no one like this, and a level 94 female Titled Douluo shouldn't be unknown."

Ye Yuan'er shook off Tang Hao and arrived at a mountain she had agreed upon with Su Wen.

Her beautiful face was as white as paper.

This was due to the cost of nearly exhausting her spirit power, as well as her worry for Su Wen.

When Su Wen's figure appeared in her field of vision.

Only then did Ye Yuan'er's entire body relax.

Her anxiety dissipated, replaced by a faint smile.

"Aunt Ye!"

Su Wen was standing on a crooked tree.

Seeing Ye Yuan'er return, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Wen, let's leave this place first!"

Ye Yuan'er didn't ask if he had obtained the Spirit Bone; she came up to him and immediately grabbed Su Wen, soaring into the air.

"Aunt Ye, are you alright?"

Su Wen stood on the Blazing Fire Phoenix, looking at Ye Yuan'er's pale face streaked with sweat, and couldn't help but feel worried.

"I'm fine, just consumed too much spirit power."

Ye Yuan'er shook her head, then sighed with emotion: "Tang Hao is level 93, but his strength exceeds imagination. If my Spirit hadn't undergone a transformation, I truly wouldn't have been his match."

Ye Yuan'er pinched Su Wen's cheek, a smile between her brows: "I really have to thank Xiao Wen for making me this strong!"

The Immortal Herb had caused a earth-shattering change in Ye Yuan'er's situation.

Unlike Ma Hongjun, whose Immortal Herb energy was almost entirely used to purify his evil fire, with the remaining medicinal power needing to both purge impurities and elevate his bloodline, leaving the dosage insufficient.

But the Blazing Spirit Kite was already a top-tier beast spirit; it only needed its bloodline purified for the flame temperature to reach a qualitative change.

In the words of ten thousand years later, even if it wasn't the Ultimate Fire, it was likely an existence very close to it.

When Ye Yuan'er learned that Su Wen had already obtained the 100,000-year Spirit Bone, she pulled him into her arms and squeezed him fiercely.

She planted a kiss on his face, letting out a laugh like silver bells: "Xiao Wen is amazing!"

"Aunt Ye, let's find a place for you to recover; let's not have any accidents!"

Su Wen wiped the saliva off his face and rolled his eyes at her in disgust.

Watching his expression, Ye Yuan'er felt even more fond of him, so she hugged him and planted another loud kiss on his cheek.

The two found a town and rested at an inn for a few days; only after Ye Yuan'er had fully recovered did they return to Spirit Hall.

Just as they arrived at the Elder Hall, they spotted Chrysanthemum Douluo heading toward the Pope Hall with a cloaked figure who radiated waves of eerie energy.

"Elder Ling Yuan, have you two just returned?"

"I went out to handle some matters with little Wen!"

Ye Yuan'er did not mention the incident with Tang Hao; the man wouldn't be foolish enough to just wait there, and he had likely already left Holy Soul Village.

Observing their attire, she asked curiously, "Elder Ju, Elder Gui, you two must have just returned from the Star Dou Forest, right?"

"Indeed!" Chrysanthemum Douluo did not hide it and nodded slightly. "We were acting on the Pope's orders to search for a 100,000-year Spirit Beast. We have some leads now and are on our way to report to the Pope."

Su Wen, who had been yawning, suddenly perked up at these words.

He remembered that the seventh Spirit Ring for Bibi Dong's second martial soul was Xiao Wu's mother!

Had they actually found her mother?

Seeing that Ye Yuan'er was about to leave, Su Wen suddenly chuckled and said, "Elder Ju... ahem!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to walk away when he noticed Su Wen reaching out toward him.

He seemed to recall something, and with a feminine laugh, he pinched his fingers into an orchid gesture: "Hahaha, I remember, but don't be in such a rush. Once I finish the Pope's mission, I will carefully transcribe it for you. I truly don't have much spare time right now."

Su Wen didn't say anything else, and just as he was about to leave after offering his thanks, Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

"Little one, let me ask you something. Why has the Pope been picking my flowers so often lately? As her disciple, you should know the reason, right?"

"Eh? Does Teacher pick them often too?" Su Wen blinked.

"By the sound of it, you pick them often as well?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized Su Wen.

He had known something was off; how could the Pope possibly be interested in his flowers? It turned out it was all this brat's doing.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was secretly shocked that the Pope would actually concern herself with such trivial matters to provide cover for Su Wen.

"Elder Ju, we shall take our leave now!"

Ye Yuan'er didn't wait for Su Wen to speak and pulled him away immediately.

"Haha, this Elder Ling Yuan is truly protective of him!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo thought of his own sister, a trace of nostalgia and envy appearing in his eyes.

"His name is Su Wen, the Pope's disciple?"

Ghost Douluo, who had remained silent the entire time, suddenly spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, then revealed a look of regret: "Old Ghost, I feel he would be quite suited to be your apprentice."

Ghost Douluo stared at Su Wen's retreating back, lost in thought.

"His martial soul is very evil, even darker than the Pope's. I hope he won't be influenced by it!"

Su Wen returned to Ye Yuan'er's residence and casually pulled out the Blue Silver Emperor.

He had been wanting to test the ability of his first Spirit Skill, but he hadn't found a suitable target until now.

Let's try it out on the Blue Silver Emperor!

Su Wen stroked the leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor, a very wicked idea forming in his mind.

Wouldn't it be interesting to beat Tang Hao and Tang San to a pulp using the Blue Silver Emperor?

"Little Wen, the 100,000-year Spirit Bone of the Blue Silver Emperor is quite similar to the Blue Silver King's!"

Ye Yuan'er looked at the two Spirit Bones, unable to put them down.

One was 100,000 years old, and the other was 80,000 years old.

These were both top-tier Spirit Bones.

When she turned her head, she saw Su Wen fiddling with a blade of grass.

She put down the Spirit Bones.

She walked forward.

"Little Wen, why did you bring a Blue Silver Grass here?"