Soul Land: The Star of Slaughter Returns, Settling Accounts with Bibi Dong at the Start - Part 21

The Clear Sky Hammer shot into the air. Tang San finally couldn't withstand the violent spinning any longer and was flung away with a thud, crashing heavily to the ground.

The spinning Full Moon also finally came to a halt after that last heavy blow.

At that moment, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Yao Mei, performed by Xie Yue and Hu Liena, dissipated. Both of them had run out of Soul Power.

Seeing this, Qian Xun'an frowned and turned to Bibi Dong beside him.

Qian Xun'an said, "Bibi Dong, this is the Golden Generation you chose? Three Soul Kings are struggling this much against a team without a single Soul King. What a bunch of useless fools!

"And Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of Wuhun Hall and its greatest young talent—apart from performing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Xie Yue, what use is she?"

At those words, Bibi Dong's face turned livid. Watching the arena, she replied, "It's too early to decide the outcome. They'll definitely win!"

At that moment, on the arena.

Xie Yue was still putting on airs, brimming with confidence. He looked at Tang San with regret and said, "You're strong. I hear you're not even fifteen yet. It's hard to imagine what kind of genius you must be. When it comes to talent, I'm no match for you."

But the Moon Blades in Xie Yue's hands rose at that moment.

"Don't think you've won." Tang San slowly raised his right hand.

"Do you still have some way to turn things around?" Perhaps because the outcome seemed settled, Xie Yue had plenty to say now.

Tang San smiled calmly. "You've already used your Self-Created Soul Skill, but I haven't used mine. I've seen your true strength, but do you know what my true strength is?"

"Oh? Then let's see how you plan to turn things around!" Xie Yue stood in the arena and sneered arrogantly.

"Is that so? Then I'll show you what my true strength is."

Tang San moved. Only his right hand moved. His arm swung, and his forearm trembled in an unusual rhythm. The instant his fingers spread, they seemed to vanish into thin air, becoming a blur.

The fragments of the Eight Spider Lances in his hand shot out in all directions.

Tang San had been holding sixteen fragments. Most were the barbs and sharp shards from the original Eight Spider Lances.

Xie Yue laughed. "That's your so-called Self-Created Soul Skill?"

Tang San smiled too. In the next instant, not one of the sixteen fragments flew in a straight line. They scattered along curved paths.

Xie Yue's expression changed. Two fragments burrowed straight into his body.

Hu Liena was just as shocked. Even more fragments had been aimed at her—four in all.

In almost the blink of an eye, Xie Yue and Hu Liena lost all feeling in their shoulders. Horrified, they tried to amputate their arms to save themselves, but it was already too late.

The numbness had spread to their chests.

Without the slightest hesitation, the siblings quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and desperately used what little Soul Power they had to hold back the poison. It was the only thing they could do.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

Four bodies fell almost simultaneously.

Apart from one support-type Soul Master standing at the very back, the other four members of the Spirit Hall Academy Team fell to the ground alongside Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan.

Of the sixteen fragments thrown by Tang San's Bat Wing Reincarnation technique, six had been used against the siblings. The other ten flew toward the remaining five opponents.

To everyone watching, the situation had changed like a scene from a play. The side that had been completely dominant had suddenly lost six fighters, leaving only one lone support-type Soul Master.

The balance of victory had shifted once more—and this time, it had shifted completely.

No matter how resolute Pope Bibi Dong was, even she couldn't help changing color at the sudden turn of events.

Tang San hadn't broken the rules. He had thrown fragments of his own Eight Spider Lances, which were part of his body—not weapons.

Who could have imagined that such a casual toss would decide the match?

Watching the scene, Qian Xun'an sneered. "Useless fools are useless fools. Good thing I kept a backup plan!"

A voice suddenly sounded beside the Pope. "Your Holiness, I must remind you of something."

"D—" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan had just begun to bark, "How dare you!" He wanted to see who would dare speak to the Pope so abruptly, but then he realized the speaker was none other than Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, another Titled Douluo who had remained with the Shrek Academy team.

Pope Bibi Dong shot Dugu Bo a cold glance. "Poison Douluo, what is it you wish to remind me of?"

Dugu Bo smiled faintly. Anyone could see how false his smile was, but his status was undeniable. Titled Douluos always held a lofty position among Soul Masters.

"Your Holiness, I can't cure the deadly poison on Tang San's Eight Spider Lances either. He's the only one who can cure it.

"Moreover, the Eight Spider Lances carry three kinds of poison: cold poison, heat poison, and Man Faced Demon Spider poison. They're mixed poisons, and they take effect extremely quickly. Soul Power can slow the poison, but only to a limited extent.

"If this goes on, I'm afraid only one member of your Golden Generation will be left alive."

There was unmistakable mockery in Dugu Bo's words, but he wasn't afraid. He was a loner by nature. Though Spirit Hall's influence was overwhelming, he didn't care much about it.

More precisely, Dugu Bo's backing was the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family.

Hearing Dugu Bo, Qian Xun'an turned to him. "Poison Douluo, are you threatening our Spirit Hall?"

Dugu Bo looked at Qian Xun'an. With the Heaven Dou Empire behind him, he replied confidently, "I wouldn't dare threaten you. I'm only offering a reminder."

Qian Xun'an's gaze remained calm, a smile on his lips. "So you think the Spirit Hall Academy is certain to lose?"

"With only a support-type Soul Master left, can they really turn fate around? Your Holiness, if you still don't concede, you may lose all three members of your Golden Generation," Dugu Bo sneered.

"Is that so?" Qian Xun'an smiled without replying and looked ahead, as if waiting for something.

Bibi Dong's expression shifted between dark and pale. On the field, the six fallen fighters were growing more and more purple-black in the face.

She knew Qian Xun'an didn't care about the Golden Generation, but she had trained its three members herself. How could she bear to watch them die?

The victory that should have been hers had turned into this, a situation Bibi Dong could hardly accept.

But she was, after all, the finest Pope in Spirit Hall's history. After weighing her options, she stood up and made a swift decision. "Spirit Hall Academy Team, con—"

Just then, the support-type Soul Master on the field suddenly shouted, "I haven't fallen yet! Who says Spirit Hall has lost?"

At that moment, everyone turned to look at the support-type Soul Master: the gravely injured Tang San, the remaining members of the Shrek Six Monsters, and every spectator in the stands.

"You're just a support-type Soul Master. Do you actually think you can fight us?" Ma Hongjun of Shrek Academy immediately looked at the last support-type Soul Master with contempt and sneered.

But the next moment, nobody could laugh.

The support-type Soul Master walked slowly forward. Her figure, appearance—everything about her—began to change.

Her jet-black hair turned gold, and her clothes transformed into golden armor. The staff in her hand became a golden longsword.

Even her unremarkable features transformed, becoming breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes were like deep lakes, filled with wisdom and mystery. Her face was as exquisite as a painting, her features elegant, her skin as fair as jade, and her lips as red as cherries.

Her beautiful long hair flowed down to her waist like a waterfall, gleaming with a faint golden light.

The support-type Soul Master had now transformed into an incomparably beautiful female War God. Beneath the sunlight, she shone brilliantly!

At that moment, everyone except Qian Xun'an stared wide-eyed in disbelief!

Seeing the beautiful female War God, everyone wore a look of shock.

"That's..."

The elders stared at the incomparably beautiful woman on the field and murmured, "It's Qian Renxue, the former Pope's daughter!"

"Qian Renxue? How is that possible? Wasn't she away training, outside Spirit Hall?"

An elder cried out in surprise.

"Could she have returned?"

At that moment, Bibi Dong was utterly shocked. She stood up and stared unblinkingly at the beautiful woman on the field.

"How could it be her? That little wretch should have stayed undercover. How dare she step in on Spirit Hall's behalf!"

Bibi Dong cursed inwardly.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Poison Douluo, and the others beside her also looked shocked.

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible? Spirit Hall had another backup plan?"

Ning Fengzhi was also taken aback. He then said, "I've heard that the former Pope, Qian Xunji, and the current Pope had a daughter. From childhood, she was a heaven-blessed prodigy, the most talented of Spirit Hall's younger generation.

"But no one had ever seen her before. I never expected to see her here at the tournament today."

Sword Douluo remained composed. He then said, "That young woman is very strong. I'm afraid Rongrong and the others are going to lose!"

The other members of Spirit Hall were even more astonished, all turning their attention to the arena.

"So that's the Pope's daughter?"

"I hear she's been away training for many years. Why did she come back today?"

"How does the Pope's daughter look even more powerful than Saintess Hu Liena?"

The spectators cried out in surprise from below. Even though they were members of Spirit Hall, they knew nothing about Qian Renxue's whereabouts.

After all, only Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, and a handful of Titled Douluos knew that Qian Renxue had gone undercover back then.

Besides, the 'Xue Qinghe' arranged by Qian Xun'an was sitting upright in the Heaven Dou Empire's section. Naturally, no one would connect the Qian Renxue before them with Xue Qinghe.

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

Fortunately, he'd kept a backup plan. Otherwise, the Soul Master Tournament championship might have slipped right through his fingers.