Encircling Tang Hao, Asura God Intervenes

Outside Spirit Hall, Ling Feng watched his father's figure disappear into the distance, his gaze lingering for a long time.

"Xiao Feng, still worried?" Qian Daoliu appeared behind him at some point.

Ling Feng turned around and shook his head slightly. "Grandpa Qian, I'm just wondering... will this really go smoothly?"

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze profound. "Your father is now level ninety-five. With the Dark Coiling Dragon Staff, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones all over his body, his combat power is no weaker than that of a level ninety-six Titled Douluo."

"That old fellow Yue Guan is level ninety-five as well. The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum has remade him completely. Add Gui Mei's level ninety-three agility-attack abilities, and with the four of them joining forces, no one can stop them unless the elders of the Worship Hall intervene."

He paused and looked at Ling Feng. "You're worried about Tang Hao?"

Ling Feng fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

Qian Daoliu smiled faintly. "A brat who hasn't even broken through to Titled Douluo yet, and who hasn't even completed his Soul Rings—what waves could he possibly make?"

"Even if the Clear Sky Sect wants to interfere, they'll have to think twice."

Ling Feng knew Grandpa Qian had a point. By all reason, this operation was indeed foolproof.

But he knew even better that this world had never followed reason.

Asura God...

He raised his head and looked toward the sky.

The affairs of the God Realm were still beyond his reach.

But he believed that as long as he became strong enough, one day even those lofty gods would have to acknowledge his existence.

"Grandpa Qian, I'm going back to cultivate."

Qian Daoliu nodded. "Go. Once you break through level sixty, I'll personally accompany you to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

Ling Feng smiled, then turned and left.

In a certain canyon, four figures stood suspended in midair.

Qian Xunji stood at the forefront, his Angel Martial Soul spread behind him, six pure white wings radiating holy light.

His gaze locked onto the concealed cave below, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"It's there."

Yue Guan pinched his fingers in an orchid gesture and pointed in that direction. "That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's aura might fool others, but it can't fool me."

Qiangu Xiaoye held the Dark Coiling Dragon Staff. A ferocious black dragon was carved around its pitch-black shaft, its dragon eyes flickering with scarlet light.

He said blandly, "Tang Hao is in there too. One of the Clear Sky Sect's twin stars—quite devoted, aren't they?"

Gui Mei's figure flickered in and out of sight, his voice sinister. "Devoted? Consorting with a Soul Beast and disregarding all human ethics—how can that be called devotion?"

Qian Xunji raised his hand, about to issue the order.

Suddenly, two figures burst out from the cave below.

The first had wild black hair and wielded an enormous Clear Sky Hammer. It was Tang Hao.

A violent aura surged from him, but it was unstable and hollow. Level ninety, a Quasi-Titled Douluo, still without his Ninth Spirit Ring.

Ah Yin followed close behind him, her blue dress fluttering in the wind, her exquisite face filled with terror and resolve.

"Dogs of Spirit Hall!" Tang Hao roared. "What do you want?"

Qian Xunji looked down at him, his eyes full of mockery.

"Tang Hao, you consorted with a transformed Soul Beast. Your crime is unforgivable. Hand her over obediently, and I can leave you an intact corpse."

"Dream on!" Tang Hao roared. The Clear Sky Hammer expanded against the wind and smashed toward the four of them!

Qiangu Xiaoye snorted coldly and swept out with the Dark Coiling Dragon Staff.

Boom!

The two top-tier weapon Martial Souls collided with an earth-shaking blast. But the outcome held no suspense.

Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was sent flying at once. He himself flew backward like a kite with a snapped string, blood spraying wildly from his mouth before he slammed into the mountain wall and blasted out a massive crater.

Level ninety-five against level ninety. Nine rings against eight.

A complete crush!

"Brother Hao!" Ah Yin cried out miserably and rushed to Tang Hao's side.

Tang Hao struggled to rise, but who knew how many bones had been broken throughout his body? He could not move at all.

He stared fixedly at Qiangu Xiaoye, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

Ah Yin raised her head and looked at the four figures in the sky. Determination flashed through her eyes.

"You want me." Her voice was soft. "Let Brother Hao go, and I'll go with you."

Qian Xunji sneered. "You're just a transformed Soul Beast. What right do you have to negotiate with me?"

Ah Yin closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened them again, red light had already ignited within those blue eyes.

Sacrifice.

"Ah Yin, don't!" Tang Hao let out a heart-rending cry.

Red radiance blossomed from Ah Yin's body, the light of burning life and burning soul.

She wanted to sacrifice herself, leaving her Soul Ring and Soul Bone to Tang Hao so that he might have a sliver of hope of survival.

Qian Xunji's expression changed. "Not good! Stop her!"

All four attacked at once, but once a sacrifice began, it could not be reversed.

Just then, a streak of black light suddenly flew from Qiangu Xiaoye's chest.

It was a Dragon Scale, black all over and emanating an ancient, majestic aura.

The instant the Dragon Scale appeared, a pressure from the depths of the soul spread outward. It was the pressure of the ruler of Soul Beasts, an absolute suppression that no Soul Beast could resist.

The black light sank into Ah Yin's body.

The red radiance around Ah Yin instantly froze, like flames trapped in ice.

The sacrifice had been forcibly interrupted.

Ah Yin's eyes widened as she stared at her own body in disbelief.

Then she saw the Dragon Scale.

A golden dragon pattern faintly emerged upon the black scale. She recognized that pattern.

(The author made a slight adjustment to the setting: every Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had seen Di Tian when breaking through.)

It was Di Tian's mark, the supreme symbol of the Soul Beast world.

Ah Yin's face instantly turned deathly pale.

She dropped to her knees, trembling all over.

Not from fear, but from despair.

Di Tian wanted her to return.

The King of Soul Beasts had personally acted to make her return.

What did that mean?

It meant that her resistance, her sacrifice, and her love were nothing in the King's eyes.

"Lord... Lord Di Tian..."

She murmured, her voice trembling so badly it was nearly inaudible.

Tang Hao struggled to crawl toward her, unable to understand what had happened. "Ah Yin? Ah Yin! What's wrong? What is that thing?"

Ah Yin did not answer.

She merely knelt there with her head lowered, her blue hair concealing her face.

Qiangu Xiaoye recalled the Dragon Scale and said blandly, "Your life does not belong to you."

Ah Yin's body trembled even more violently.

At that moment, an eerie power suddenly erupted from Tang Hao's body.

That power was vast and ancient, carrying a trace of majesty that stood above all living things. It was completely different from his own Soul Power.

Blood-red light burst from his body, illuminating everything around him.

Qian Xunji's expression changed drastically. "What is this?"

Yue Guan's orchid gesture froze in midair, while Gui Mei instinctively retreated.

Even Qiangu Xiaoye tightened his grip on the Dark Coiling Dragon Staff, gravity flashing through his eyes.

That power was too strange, as though it had come from another world.

Within the Blood Light, Tang Hao rose to his feet. His eyes had turned an eerie gold as he stared fixedly at the four of them.

"Go!"

He growled, scooped Ah Yin into his arms, and transformed into a streak of golden light that shot into the distance.

"Chase them!" Qian Xunji ordered.

But that blood-red power was far too strong. The four men's attacks struck the Blood Light, only to be easily repelled.