Don't say that—actually, don't say that at all.
The commotion Qian Wuyou and his group caused sent all of Heaven Dou City into an uproar!
" M-my heavens! Everyone, look—twelve Soul Douluo have appeared at Shrek Academy, along with a Titled Douluo!"
"The Martial Souls of those twelve Soul Douluo and that Titled Douluo seem to be the Spirit Hall's Angel Martial Soul... Could they all be from Spirit Hall?"
"Wait—everyone, look! Another Titled Douluo has appeared at Shrek Academy. That hammer Martial Soul in his hand looks like the Clear Sky Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect."
"This brother is right! If I'm not mistaken, that lord must be Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, the culprit who killed Qian Xunji, the former pope of Spirit Hall."
Across Heaven Dou City—street Soul Masters, city nobles, spies from the various sects, palace guards... countless people speculated.
Qian Wuyou and his group had appeared in Heaven Dou City to capture Tang Hao, a wanted criminal.
In an instant, rumors swept through the city like wildfire.
Some guessed that Spirit Hall was finally going to settle old scores with the Clear Sky Sect. Others thought Spirit Hall meant to use Tang Hao's case to make an example of the Clear Sky Sect and the entire Heaven Dou Empire.
Countless ordinary people in Heaven Dou City had already been scared out of their wits by the sight.
Twelve Soul Douluo and one Titled Douluo—a lineup this powerful could dominate the entire Heaven Dou Empire and even sweep through the Upper Three Sects.
Quite a few bold Soul Masters wanted to see the spectacle, too, and rushed toward Shrek.
For small sects like theirs, who had no Titled Douluo of their own, watching a battle between Titled Douluo was an enormous opportunity.
However, another unexpected event occurred when they approached within a certain distance.
Qian Wuyou's nine astonishing Soul Rings suddenly appeared, and the aura of a Level 96 Peak Douluo burst forth without restraint.
"T-this is impossible! That Angel lord's Soul Ring Configuration is actually three black and six red—an utterly heaven-defying setup!"
"Holy—! I was careless. I never imagined that Angel lord would be this powerful. He only released his Soul Power, and he's already suppressed every one of us..."
Qian Wuyou's three black and six red Soul Rings shone brilliantly in the skies above Heaven Dou City, so dazzling that no one could look straight at them.
Everyone below Titled Douluo level—nobles, Soul Masters, and commoners alike—buckled at the knees and fell to the ground, trembling all over. Not one of them had the courage to raise their head and look.
Meanwhile, inside Shrek Academy.
The academy's plaza had already become a living hell.
The teachers, controlled by Angel Domination, and the Shrek Seven Devils attacked one another without mercy. Soul Skills crashed together, screams rose and fell, and the once-vibrant academy lay in ruins.
Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong had used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill—the Golden Sacred Dragon—without hesitation, killing Li Yusong, Lu Qibin, Shao Xin, and Qin Ming, who had only recently joined them.
Only Zhao Wuji, relying on his formidable defense, was still gritting his teeth and struggling to hold on.
The Shrek Seven Devils had suffered casualties, too.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing had also used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Hell White Tiger, without hesitation, killing Oscar and Ma Hongjun.
Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had no combat ability at all. She was trembling with terror, and a warm stream spilled from beneath her exquisite, ornate dress, soaking the white stockings on her legs.
Clearly, after witnessing such a brutal scene with her own eyes, the pampered little princess Ning Rongrong had been scared into wetting herself.
Unable to accept such a cruel reality, she stood there in a daze, waiting to die. Her eyes grew vacant and despairing, as if the whole world had crumbled...
Perhaps reality was simply too cruel. The fear in Ning Rongrong's heart made her body tremble uncontrollably.
As for God King Tang, that little scumbag, Tang Hao protected him so thoroughly that he had avoided any life-threatening injuries.
Of course, while protecting Tang San, Tang Hao also had to fight the Angel Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the sisters Tianzhen and Wuxie—the Six-Winged Elemental Angel—and paid a price for it.
"Ahhh! Spirit Hall, Angel Family, Qian Wuyou—you treacherous scoundrel, villain, rebel, executioner! I swear I'll eat your flesh and sleep in your skin!"
Flender, who had personally killed his old friend of many years, hurled the most venomous curse at Qian Wuyou in the sky.
"Heh... heh-heh!"
"Flender, you stingy old rooster, you lied."
"Your Golden Iron Triangle's Martial Soul Fusion Skill isn't nearly as powerful as you claimed..."
Zhao Wuji's burly frame staggered before he fell to his knees.
His left arm had been severed completely at the shoulder. The ragged wound gaped open, flesh torn and bone starkly exposed, as scalding blood gushed out and instantly soaked most of his body.
His right leg had also been ripped off by a vicious Soul Skill. Everything below the knee twisted at a grotesque angle and hung limply on the ground, no longer able to support him.
"Waaah... Old Zhao..."
Flender choked out a sob, tears streaming endlessly from the corners of his eyes.
"F-Flender..."
"R-remember to give your brother a quick death..."
Zhao Wuji bared his bloodstained lips. His voice was hoarse as a cracked gong, each word forced out of his throat with soul-searing pain.
As a mere Seven-Ring Soul Sage, he had no way to withstand the Golden Sacred Dragon's attacks. He had survived this long only by relying on the brute strength and thick hide of his Vajra Bear Martial Soul.
The Golden Sacred Dragon's attacks were far stronger than a Soul Douluo's. Every time one struck him, the pain made him feel as though he were dying.
Without his old brothers there to help, the Golden Sacred Dragon had broken every bone in his body and torn off one arm and one leg.
The Immovable Bright King he had once been was finished.
Now, he was living on nothing but sheer will.
One more strike from the Golden Sacred Dragon, and he could go join his dead brothers.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"God King Tang, that little scumbag, is really hard to kill!"
Qian Wuyou had taken in the full extent of Shrek's misery from above.
He had been prepared for Tang San's situation.
Even if the Asura God didn't intervene, Tang Hao would never let anything happen to God King Tang.
After all, Tang San, the possessor of Twin Martial Souls, was Tang Hao's only hope of destroying Spirit Hall.
"Third Brother... goodbye."
After Xiao Wu left her final words, her sacrifice came to an end.
"No, Xiao Wu... my Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone..."
Tang Hao had Tang San tucked under his arm.
He endured Tang Hao's overwhelming body odor while tears streamed down his face in unbearable grief.
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