Tang Xiao: We'll Turn Spirit City Upside Down

Tang San's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Uncle?"

"Elders...?"

How did you get here?

"This is Spirit City!"

Tang San was completely stunned.

The Clear Sky Sect was forced to close its doors and hide in the mountains for decades by the Spirit Hall.

The sect leader and the seven elders have actually infiltrated the Spirit Hall's headquarters?

If Bibi Dong finds out, wouldn't they all be wiped out?

Tang Xiao walked over to the bedside.

His large, fan-like hand rested on Tang San's shoulder.

"We are here to handle a major matter concerning the future of our sect."

"As for the specifics, you don't need to ask now."

Tang Xiao carefully examined Tang San's pale face.

How are you feeling physically?

"Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Tang San calmed his mind and looked around inward.

Seventy to eighty percent of the meridians were severed.

All the internal organs have shifted.

If it weren't for the Mysterious Heaven Skill frantically operating to repair him, he probably wouldn't even have the strength to speak right now.

"Don't worry, Uncle. It's just weakness after the forced Ring Detonation; it's nothing serious."

Tang San pursed his slightly pale lips.

More than his injuries, he was now concerned about the arena that had made him a laughingstock across the entire continent!

"Uncle, is the match over?"

Shrek... lost?

Speaking of the competition.

Tang Xiao's voice was somewhat cold and hard.

"As a result, your Shrek Team finished third."

Third!

These two words were like a resounding slap, cruelly striking Tang San's face!

Stopped in third place?

He was willing to risk his life, even if it meant Ring Detonation up his rings!

In the end, they didn't even make it to the finals?

What a disgrace!

Tang San's face was flushed and bright, but then turned ashen and gloomy.

A cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

In his view, if it weren't for that woman named Qian Renxue suddenly appearing out of nowhere...

The championship should have rightfully belonged to Tang San!

These people from the Spirit Hall have already chosen their own path to death!

Seeing Tang San's almost murderous gaze.

Tang Xiao patted his shoulder and sighed deeply.

"Xiao San, you're only fourteen years old this year. To have achieved this much is already enough to amaze the entire continent."

Who would have thought...?

A hint of barely concealed apprehension flickered in Tang Xiao's eyes.

"Such a Monster existence is hidden among the younger generation of the Spirit Hall."

"Seven-Ring Soul Sage in his early twenties!" The Second Elder sneered, his old face full of solemnity.

"The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, the Angel Domain... The Spirit Hall has been patient for so many years; its foundation is truly unfathomable!"

"Back then, Qian Xunji was already troublesome enough, but I never expected that the Qian Family would produce such a peerless Monster whose talent surpasses even Tang Hao in this generation."

The elders chimed in, each offering their own opinion.

His words were filled with deep fear and apprehension.

They originally thought that with Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, they would be able to completely crush the Spirit Hall in this Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition.

Incidentally, it will pave a path for the Clear Sky Sect to finally achieve glory.

Reality, however, gave them a resounding slap in the face.

Other people's geniuses never play by the rules.

Is the Spirit Emperor very strong?

They'll just unleash a Soul Saint to smash your ceiling!

As Tang San listened to the elders' evaluation of Qian Renxue, resentment and jealousy in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

On what grounds?

How could she possess such terrifying resources and cultivation level?

If I also God-Level Martial Soul and the endless resources of the Pope Palace, I would definitely not lose to her!

"Xiao San." Tang Xiao interrupted Tang San's thoughts.

"You are now suffering severe backlash from the Ring Detonation, and your body is extremely weak."

"Tonight I will arrange for someone to secretly escort you away from Spirit City and back to the Clear Sky Sect to recuperate."

"This place is going to become a hotbed of trouble; it's too dangerous to stay here."

retreat?

Escape?

Tang San's eyes suddenly turned incredibly fierce.

He simply threw off the blanket covering him.

Despite the excruciating pain that felt like his bones were cracking, he stubbornly stood up on the ground.

"No! I won't leave!"

Tang San growled hoarsely, "Uncle! I want to stay!"

"The game is not completely over yet."

"Tomorrow is the final competition."

"I want to see it with my own eyes, to see the Imperial Fighting Team and the Spirit Hall fight to the death!"

Tang San gritted his teeth.

Although Shrek lost, he was absolutely unwilling to just slip away like a stray dog.

He wanted to witness firsthand how the suddenly emerging Lin Qingmo and Qian Renxue fought to the death!

He wanted to see for himself who was stronger!

Even if Tang San admits that he is no match for Qian Renxue, it doesn't mean he admits that he is no better than Lin Qingmo.

Tang Xiao gave Tang San a deep look.

Seeing his resolute attitude, and even the almost obsessive obsession in his eyes.

Finally, Tang Xiao nodded. "Never mind."

"Since you want to see it, then stay."

"But remember, leave immediately after the match tomorrow."

He received his uncle's promise.

Tang San put on a large cloak.

She covered her face, which was as pale as paper.

Under the cover of night.

He left the Secret Chamber silently, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

They made their way towards the Shrek Academy's temporary base.

Secret Chamber.

The seven elders stood quietly by the window.

He watched Tang San's departing figure.

The Second Elder frowned slightly.

A hint of worry flickered in his old eyes.

"Metropolitan."

"That Xiao San mistress is too arrogant. After suffering such a humiliating defeat today, she's become deeply resentful."

"Won't letting him stay in Spirit City disrupt our plans for tomorrow?"

Tang Xiao stood in the shadows.

Two large hands were placed behind his back.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes gleamed with a deep calculation.

"It's alright."

"One more or one less makes no difference."

"The grand finale of the tournament will be held tomorrow, with all major forces gathering."

"This is the perfect opportunity for us to rewrite the world."

Tang Xiao gave a barely perceptible, cold laugh.

"However... to ensure that tomorrow's plan goes perfectly..."

"Before we take action, I need to see someone."

The Second Elder's eyes flickered.

"What the sect leader says is true..."

"Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Tang Xiao's voice was extremely low.

Scattered words.

His figure then transformed into a barely perceptible black afterimage.

Following the darkness outside the window, it silently merged into the void.

East side of Spirit City.

The luxurious residence of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School.

The entire mansion was surrounded by intricate formations and the perception of powerful individuals.

Inside the master bedroom.

Ning Fengzhi was sleeping soundly on the couch.

Suddenly!

An indescribable, bone-chilling cold spread wildly down my spine.

That's the instinctive alertness honed by the strong on the brink of life and death.

"Who?!"

Ning Fengzhi sat up!

His right hand instinctively reached for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda beside his pillow!

Moonlight streamed obliquely through the window lattice onto the bedside, where a tall, robust figure in a black robe stood.

The door was closed, and the windows were undamaged!

The dozens of Soul Master Guard from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on the perimeter didn't even manage to raise the slightest alarm.

Ning Fengzhi's heart pounded wildly.

In the blink of an eye, cold sweat soaked the back of his robe.

Who are you?

"Signing uninvited in the dead of night and trespassing on the territory of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you are showing far too little respect for me, Ning!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice was icy.

He had already secretly pushed his Soul Power to its limit.

In response to Ning Fengzhi's question, the Black-Robed Person standing by the bed gave a cold snort.

The man slowly raised his hand.

He casually pulled off the black hood that covered most of his face.

The moonlight streamed onto his face.

His weathered yet imposing features were revealed.

"Sect Master Ning."

"It's been years, and your vigilance has certainly diminished considerably."

The moment I saw that face!

Ning Fengzhi's eyes narrowed violently!

"Tang... Tang Xiao?!"

How did you get here?

The exclamation hadn't even faded!

Clang!

A clear, sharp sword cry that ripped through the night sky resounded throughout the room, accompanied by a deafening metallic clang.

A cold glint flashed!

A sharp longsword, its surface translucent and radiating overwhelming killing intent, was pointed directly at the throat of the Black-Robed Person.

On the other side.

A gigantic claw, covered in pale bone armor, carrying the pressure of crushing the void, firmly blocked the Black-Robed Person's retreat.

Swordsmanship and Chen Xin!

Bone Douluo Gu Rong!

Two of the world's top Titled Douluo appeared out of nowhere at the most crucial moment.

They blocked all of Tang Xiao's escape routes, one in front and one behind.

The tip of the sword was only half an inch away from Tang Xiao's neck.

Tang Xiao, however, showed no sign of panic, and didn't even blink.

His large, broad hands remained behind his back.

He simply stared calmly at the still-shaken Ning Fengzhi.

A playful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"Sect Master Ning."

There's no need to make such a fuss.

"It's been many years. I've come tonight simply to have a chat with you..."

"How will we turn this Spirit City upside down tomorrow?!"