Douluo: Martial Soul Black Hole, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start

However, he still harbored a trace of doubt in his heart.

If everything at that time was fake, then when exactly did the other party make their move?

Furthermore, are the illusion effects of a hundred-year spirit skill really this effective?

Or is it that illusion-type spirit skills are just this troublesome?

However, compared to this, he was more concerned about the martial soul of Yang Ziyuan.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Ziyuan's martial soul could devour his hidden weapons, he might not have been unable to withstand three moves from the other party.

"Alright, Tang San, don't think about it so much. What you need right now is to get more rest. As for the matter regarding Xiao Wu, don't worry, I have my own ways!"

Seeming to see through the anxiety in Tang San's heart, Yu Xiaogang smiled and then comforted him.

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was willing to offend a Titled Douluo for his sake, wanting to snatch someone from their hands, Tang San was immediately moved beyond words.

"Why be so polite with me?"

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang waved his hand.

When the time came, after telling Tang Hao about the matter, he would naturally resolve it himself, and there would be no need for him to take action at all.

In this, he was merely pushing the boat along with the current, yet he could earn a massive profit in favors from both Tang Hao and Tang San!

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but reveal a treacherous smile.

-08-11 00:52:33 Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

Just as Yu Xiaogang was immersed in his pleasant dreams, a cry of alarm pulled him back to reality.

"What is going on?"

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang asked in confusion, "Tang San, what happened?"

"Teacher, I don't know why, but the spirit power in my body is only left with about ten percent!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang didn't take it to heart.

"Sigh, I thought it was some big deal. So it's because of this? Tang San, you just went through a great battle; it is a normal phenomenon for your spirit power to be depleted, no need to make a fuss!"

"No! Teacher, you don't know. My meditation technique is somewhat special; it doesn't require me to intentionally use it to slowly recover my spirit power. However, right now, it stops after recovering to ten percent, as if it has encountered a bottleneck!"

"Uh... could it be that something went wrong with your meditation technique?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

As the foundation of his standing, the Xuantian Skill would absolutely not go wrong.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the scene where Yang Ziyuan absorbed his spirit power.

Could it be him?

That's right, it must be him!

He still had vivid memories of that terrifying scene from before!

However, what he never expected was that the effect of the other party's spirit skill was not as simple as just forcibly absorbing someone else's spirit power!

Thinking of this, Tang San felt extremely distressed.

He also didn't know how long this effect would last.

"Tang San, have you found the reason?"

Seeing that Tang San's emotions had stabilized, Yu Xiaogang asked with concern.

"Teacher, I suspect that all of this is related to that person!"

"Oh, what makes you say that?"

"Because, during the match, the other party once used their third spirit skill to forcibly extract my spirit power!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was somewhat surprised.

"Forcibly extract someone else's spirit power? Such a spirit skill is simply unheard of! However, this effect does have a bit of the flavor of an Evil Spirit Master!"

"Evil Spirit Master?"

"Not necessarily! If the other party were truly an Evil Spirit Master, Spirit Hall would have already apprehended them and brought them to justice. It would be impossible to let them go and commit crimes so blatantly."

Hearing this, the hope in Tang San's heart was instantly extinguished.

If the other party were truly an Evil Spirit Master, he could have completely borrowed the hand of Spirit Hall to get rid of them.

In this way, not only would it save his teacher trouble, but he could also take advantage of the chaos to rescue Xiao Wu.

"Teacher, do you know how long the lasting effect of this type of spirit skill is?"

"Uh... this..."

Seeing Yu Xiaogang stammering and unable to say anything, Tang San stopped holding onto hope.

"Tang San, don't be anxious. This kind of spirit skill that weakens an enemy's state generally won't last for too long. How about you sleep for a while first? Let's see again after you wake up?"

Hearing this, Tang San nodded helplessly.

"Alright, then I'll leave Xiao Wu to you, Teacher!"

Saying this, Tang San lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Meanwhile, Yang Ziyuan and his grandfather were holding a map purchased from a medicine merchant, flying in the direction of Holy Soul Village.

"Ziyuan, since you know that Tang San is the son of Tang Hao, why not take this opportunity to get rid of him?"

"Grandfather, I have my own plans regarding this matter."

Hearing Yang Ziyuan say this, Yang Wuhui frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything further.

After all, Yang Ziyuan had already taught the other party a lesson just a moment ago.

Moreover, that Tang San had been struck by Ziyuan's Origin Regression. It was easy to imagine that the boy would have a very miserable time in the days to come.

After all, he was very clear about the effects of Origin Regression.

"Ziyuan, you are at level 60 now. Why don't we slaughter that soul beast? For one, you could easily complete your third God Trial. For another, you could absorb another 100,000-year soul ring. Even though that soul beast's attributes aren't a perfect fit for you, at the very least, it would grant you two 100,000-year soul skills, which would strengthen your power to some extent."

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan was slightly stunned, then shook his head.

"Grandfather, let's keep that soul beast for now!"

"You brat, you aren't saving it for your second uncle, are you?"

Recalling how Yang Ziyuan had asked about Yang Wudi's situation earlier, Yang Wuhui had guessed correctly.

Yang Ziyuan smiled slightly and did not respond, simply continuing to fly.

Seeing this, Yang Wuhui sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Ever since receiving the God Trial, this grandson of his had become increasingly composed.

He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Holy Soul Village.

Hearing Yang Wuhui's question, Yang Ziyuan said with a smile, "Of course, it's for my third God Trial. If I'm lucky, perhaps I can collect some more interest from the Haotian Sect!"

"Haotian Sect? Are there people from the Haotian Sect here too?"

Originally having no interest in the matter, he became quite intrigued upon hearing Yang Ziyuan say there were people from the Haotian Sect here.

After all, the Haotian Sect had caused their Po Clan to suffer heavy losses.

Now that there was an opportunity, he certainly wouldn't mind collecting a blood debt.

"Grandfather, have you forgotten? In Nuoding City, there is a Tang San!"

Hearing this, Yang Wuhui immediately realized what he meant.

"You mean, Tang Hao is hiding in this small village?"

He hated Tang Hao to the bone.

If it weren't for him hammering the former Pope of Spirit Hall to death, why would Spirit Hall have attacked the Haotian Sect?

And how would their Po Clan have been caught in the crossfire?

When it came down to it, the ultimate culprit was still Tang Hao!

If not for him, how could the Po Clan have fallen into such a state?

No! This time, I must kill Tang Hao and avenge the fallen clansmen!

Thinking of this, he looked at Yang Ziyuan and said, "Ziyuan, I intend to kill Tang Hao. What do you think?"

"I have no problem with that! If we run into him, we can just take care of him while we're at it!"

Hearing Yang Ziyuan's words, Yang Wuhui nodded in satisfaction.

Afterward, Yang Ziyuan and his grandfather followed the map's directions and flew toward the waterfall.

Before long, the two of them found the waterfall.