Douluo: Return of the Killing Star, Starting by Settling Scores with Bibi Dong

The Clear Sky Hammer rushed into the air, and Tang San finally could not sustain that violent rotation any longer. With a thud, he was flung out, crashing heavily onto the ground.

The rotating full moon finally came to a halt due to this final, heavy blow.

At this moment, the disappearance of the martial soul fusion skill Yao Mei, used by Xie Yue and Hu Liena, meant that both of them had exhausted their soul power.

Seeing this scene, Qian Xun'an could not help but frown, then looked toward Bibi Dong at his side.

Qian Xun'an spoke up: "Bibi Dong, is this the Golden Generation you selected? Three soul kings struggling this much against a team without a single soul king—a bunch of trash!

And this Hu Liena, as the Holy Maiden of Wuhun Hall and the number one genius of Wuhun Hall, besides using the martial soul fusion skill with Xie Yue, what other use does she have?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Bibi Dong's face turned green. She looked at the arena and replied: "It is too early to draw conclusions. They will definitely win!"

At this moment, on the arena stage.

Xie Yue was still putting on a show. Extremely confident, he looked at Tang San with a regretful gaze and said: "You are very strong. I heard you are not even fifteen years old this year; it is truly hard to imagine what kind of genius you are. In terms of talent, I am inferior to you."

But the Moon Blade in Xie Yue's hand was also raised at this moment.

"Don't think you've won." Tang San's right hand slowly lifted.

"Do you still have some way to turn the situation around?" Perhaps because the outcome seemed decided, Xie Yue's words became more frequent.

Tang San smiled indifferently, "You have already used your self-created soul skill, but I haven't. I have already seen your true strength, but do you know what my true strength is?"

"Oh, I would like to see how you intend to turn the situation around!" Xie Yue stood on the arena, sneering arrogantly.

"Is that so? Then let me show you what my true strength is."

Tang San moved. Only his right arm moved, swinging with a strange rhythm. The moment his five fingers spread, his fingers seemed to vanish into thin air, turning into a blur of phantoms.

And the fragments of his Eight Spider Lances scattered and flew out just like that.

There were sixteen fragments that Tang San had been holding, mostly the barbs and sharp shards from the original Eight Spider Lances.

Xie Yue laughed, "Is this your so-called self-created soul skill?"

Tang San also laughed. The next moment, not a single one of the sixteen fragments flew in a straight line; they all dispersed in arcs.

At this instant, Xie Yue's expression changed. Two fragments sank directly into his body.

Equally shocked was Hu Liena; she had been targeted by an even greater number of fragments, four in total.

Almost in an instant, Xie Yue and Hu Liena felt their shoulders lose all sensation. Greatly alarmed, they realized it was too late to even consider cutting off their own limbs to stop the spread.

Because the numbness had already spread to their chests.

Without a moment's hesitation, the siblings quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, desperately channeling their remaining soul power to resist the spread of the poison. This was the only thing they could do now.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

Four sounds of people collapsing rang out almost simultaneously.

Except for the support soul master standing at the very back, the other four members of the Wuhun Hall Academy team collapsed to the ground, one after another, alongside Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan.

Of the sixteen fragments thrown by Tang San using the Bat Wing Reincarnation technique, six were used on the Xie Yue siblings, while the other ten flew toward the remaining five people.

To anyone watching, the situation on the field had undergone a dramatic change. The side that had completely held the upper hand just moments ago suddenly had six people collapse, leaving only a lone support-type soul master.

The scales of victory had tilted again, and this time, the shift was absolute.

No matter how firm Pope Bibi Dong's resolve was, she could not help but change color when faced with this sudden turn of events.

Tang San had not violated the competition rules; he had thrown fragments of his own Eight Spider Lances, which were part of his own body, not weapons.

Who could have guessed that the deciding factor would be that light flick of his hand?

At this moment, Qian Xun'an watched the scene from the side and couldn't help but sneer: "Trash is indeed trash, but fortunately, I left a backup plan!"

A voice suddenly rang out beside the Pope: "Respected Pope, I must remind you of something."

"How dar—" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was just about to roar in anger at whoever dared to speak to the Pope so suddenly, but he realized that the speaker was none other than Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, who was also a Title Douluo but had remained in the Shrek Academy camp.

Pope Bibi Dong glanced coldly at Dugu Bo, "What does the Poison Douluo wish to remind me of?"

Dugu Bo smiled slightly. Anyone could see his smile was fake, but his status was undeniable; the status of a Title Douluo among soul masters was always lofty.

"Your Majesty the Pope, the poison attached to Tang San's Eight Spider Lances is something even I cannot cure. The only one who can cure it is himself.

Furthermore, the Eight Spider Lances carry three types of poison—cold, heat, and the Man-Faced Demon Spider—which is a mixed toxin that acts extremely quickly. While soul power can slow its onset, the effect is strictly limited.

If this drags on any longer, I fear your Golden Generation will be reduced to only one person."

There was undoubtedly a hint of sarcasm in Dugu Bo's words, but he was not afraid. He was a lone wolf by nature, and although the influence of Wuhun Hall was heaven-shaking, he did not care much.

To be precise, the backing behind Dugu Bo was the Heaven Dou Empire imperial family.

Hearing Dugu Bo's words, Qian Xun'an looked at him and said: "Is the Poison Douluo threatening our Wuhun Hall?"

The Poison Douluo looked at Qian Xun'an. Backed by the Heaven Dou Empire, he replied with extreme confidence: "I wouldn't dare call it a threat, merely a reminder."

Qian Xun'an's gaze remained calm, a smile playing on his lips: "So, you believe that our Wuhun Hall Academy will definitely lose?"

"With only one support-type soul master left, can they really defy the heavens and change their fate? Your Majesty the Pope, if you don't concede now, I fear you won't be able to save those three of your Golden Generation," Dugu Bo sneered.

"Is that so?" Qian Xun'an smiled without a word, looking ahead as if waiting for something.

The Pope's face flickered with uncertain expressions. On the competition field, the purple-black color on the faces of the six people sitting cross-legged began to grow increasingly intense.

She knew that Qian Xun'an certainly did not care about the Golden Generation, but those three were people she had personally cultivated; how could she bear to watch them die?

That the victory which should have been within her grasp had turned into such a situation was truly something Bibi Dong found difficult to accept.

But she was, after all, the most outstanding Pope in the history of Wuhun Hall. Weighing the pros and cons, she made a decisive choice and stood up, "Wuhun Hall Academy team, we adm..."

Just at this moment, on the field, the support-type soul master suddenly shouted loudly: "I haven't fallen yet, who said we, Wuhun Hall, have lost?"

At this instant, whether it was the heavily injured Tang San, the remaining Shrek Six Monsters, or all the spectators in the stands, every gaze was fixed upon that support-type soul master.

"You are merely a support-type soul master; do you intend to fight us?" Ma Hongjun of Shrek Academy immediately looked at the last remaining support-type soul master with contempt and sneered.

But the next moment, no one could laugh anymore.

They watched as that support-type soul master walked forward step by step, while her physique, appearance, and everything about her began to change.

Her originally black hair turned directly into gold, the clothing on her body transformed into golden battle armor, and the scepter in her hand turned into a golden longsword.

Even her previously unremarkable features became extremely beautiful at this moment. Her eyes were like deep lakes, filled with wisdom and mystery; her face was as exquisite as a painting with elegant contours, her skin was as fair as jade, and her lips were as red as cherries.

A head of beautiful long hair flowed down to her waist like a waterfall, shimmering with a faint golden light.

At this moment, that support-type soul master had transformed into an incredibly beautiful female war god, dazzling under the sunlight!

At this moment, except for Qian Xun'an, everyone else widened their eyes in disbelief!

Seeing that beautiful female war god, shock appeared in everyone's eyes.

"That is..."

Those elders stared at the incredibly beautiful woman on the field and muttered, "It is the daughter of the former Pope—Qian Renxue!"

"Qian Renxue? How is that possible? Isn't she away on a journey, not in Wuhun Hall?"

Some elders exclaimed.

"Could it be that she has returned?"

At this time, Bibi Dong was extremely shocked; she stood up completely, staring fixedly at the incredibly beautiful woman on the field.

How could it be her? This little bitch isn't doing her job as an inside agent properly, and she actually dares to step in for Wuhun Hall!

Bibi Dong said viciously in her heart.

Nearby, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Poison Douluo also revealed expressions of shock.

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo was immediately stunned and said, "How is this possible? Does Wuhun Hall actually have a hidden trump card?"

Ning Fengzhi was also somewhat shocked, then spoke up, "It is rumored that the former Pope Qian Xunji and the current Pope have a daughter. This daughter has been a favored child of heaven since she was young and is the most talented individual of Wuhun Hall's younger generation.

It's just that she had never been seen before; I didn't expect to see her on this competition stage today."

Sword Douluo was able to keep his composure and then said, "This young girl is very strong. I fear that Rongrong and the others are going to lose!"

The other members of Wuhun Hall were even more shocked as they looked toward the arena.

"Is she the daughter of the Pope?"

"I heard she has been away on a journey for many years; why did she return today?"

"How does this daughter of the Pope look even more powerful than the Saintess Hu Liena?"

The spectators exclaimed one after another off the stage; even though they were people of Wuhun Hall, they were unaware of Qian Renxue's whereabouts.

After all, the matter of Qian Renxue's undercover mission was known only to Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, and a few Title Douluo.

Moreover, over in the Heaven Dou Empire's seating area, the 'Xue Qinghe' arranged by Qian Xun'an was still sitting there with a straight face, so naturally, no one would connect the Qian Renxue before them with Xue Qinghe.

Qian Xun'an watched the field with a smile and nodded in satisfaction.

Fortunately, he had kept a backup plan; otherwise, the championship of this Soul Master Tournament would likely have been handed over to others.