Tang San's Poisonous Scheme, Xiao Wu Exposed!

He watched the skeleton in Jiang Li's hand in terror, his voice trembling.

"Senior, what... what are you doing?"

"Replacing your bones," Jiang Li said firmly, "to make you stronger."

With a wave of his hand, Er Ming's body appeared beside Jiang Li, beyond his own control.

The Demon Emperor Bone in Jiang Li's hand entered Er Ming's body with overbearing force.

A few minutes later.

Standing in the courtyard was no longer the black-furred Titan Giant Ape from before.

A pair of broad, dark-gold bone wings unfurled violently from his back; every wing bone was sharp as a blade, with lightning-like patterns flowing across the surface.

His physique was leaner and more refined than before, his muscle definition carved as if by a chisel, with a faint dark-gold luster shimmering beneath every inch of his skin.

His arms hung at his sides, and the moment he clenched his fists, lightning crackled and danced between his fingers.

With every breath, an aura of lightning surged from his nose and mouth, as if he were inhaling and exhaling thunder itself.

He had become a demonic ape with wings sprouting from his ribs.

Er Ming looked down at his own hands, feeling the surging, nearly uncontrollable power within his body.

Jiang Li looked him up and down, nodded slightly, and spoke with a hint of regret.

"Although the modification was rushed and didn't reach peak efficiency, it should still be stronger than Tang Hao, right?"

Tang Hao.

Er Ming had certainly heard that name—the Clear Sky Douluo, one of the strongest Title Douluo in the world.

Yet Jiang Li's tone made it sound as if a Title Douluo were merely the bare minimum passing grade.

And this wasn't even peak efficiency.

Er Ming dared not dwell on it further.

Jiang Li brushed the bone dust from his hands, turned, and walked toward the rattan chair, lying back down.

He took out a stone imbued with spatial energy and crushed it, instantly opening a temporary teleportation array.

"Go. To Martial Soul Hall."

"Bring my daughter back..."

Martial Soul Hall.

Inside the magnificent grand hall, the final battle of the Spirit Master Tournament had just come to a close.

Several members of Martial Soul Hall's younger generation lay scattered on the ground, each pierced by multiple shards.

Martial Soul Hall had lost this battle.

Standing in the center of the arena was only one youth.

His clothes were soaked through with blood and sweat, his face pale as paper, his chest heaving violently, every breath ragged and heavy.

Yet no one noticed the faint, imperceptible smile hidden deep within his lowered eyes.

Finally...

Tang San's gaze swept past the slender figure behind him, the voice in his heart nearly spilling from his throat.

Is the plan succeeding?

Xiao Wu stood not far behind him, her beautiful eyes filled with worry, longing to rush forward and support him.

Her delicate face was etched with anxiety, even flushed with a faint red.

Seeing her expression, Tang San could barely hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Everything was proceeding according to his design.

As long as he gained Xiao Wu's complete trust this time, as long as he made her utterly devoted to him, nothing would be able to stop his rise.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's soul ring, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's soul bone—these were the things Xiao Wu could bring him.

The only obstacle was trust, and now, he was using one bitter-flesh ruse after another to shatter that obstacle completely.

Thinking of this, Tang San took a few steps forward.

No one noticed how precisely he adjusted his position, exposing his back to Xiao Wu's line of sight while maintaining a subtle distance from Ning Fengzhi in the Martial Soul Hall viewing gallery.

He secretly circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, forcing his internal energy to surge in reverse through his meridians, striking directly at his heart.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering onto the bluestone floor of the hall, a shocking sight.

Gasps erupted from the surrounding spectator stands.

Xiao Wu's face turned deathly pale, and she rushed forward two steps, unable to control herself, her voice trembling: "San-ge!"

And at the very moment she rushed out, Ning Fengzhi stood up from the viewing gallery.

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wore a grave expression as he flipped his right hand, causing a shimmering seven-storied pagoda to appear out of thin air in his palm.

Radiance swirled atop the pagoda, and a magnificent halo of light shot forth from its spire, shining directly onto Tang San.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one auxiliary martial soul on the Douluo Continent.

The soul power of Ning Fengzhi was deep and enduring; the moment that healing halo enveloped Tang San, a powerful fluctuation of soul power rippled outward.

Xiao Wu, who had been rushing forward with an anxious look, and Oscar, who was by her side, were brushed by the edge of this halo and immediately felt a gentle repulsive force push against them, causing both to be knocked backward and tumble to either side.

It was in this very instant.

A sharp glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

His right hand, hidden within his sleeves, silently formed a seal.

Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!

This was an extremely covert hidden weapon technique; the force was minimal, yet it was incredibly precise.

A strand of invisible energy flicked from his fingertips, striking the Lovesick Heartbreak Red hidden deep within Xiao Wu's bodice with unerring accuracy.

That flower had been kept close to Xiao Wu's body and protected with the utmost care; under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible for it to fall.

Yet, with that single flick, the delicate and vibrant Lovesick Heartbreak Red slipped from her bodice, tracing a heart-stopping arc through the air before landing on the bluestone floor.

Xiao Wu's expression changed abruptly.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, she bent down and snatched the Lovesick Heartbreak Red back into her hand, her movements as fast as lightning.

But the moment her fingers touched the petals, her heart turned cold.

It was too late.

Even a single moment of exposure was enough for certain people to see clearly.

High above on the Martial Soul Hall platform, several gazes intersected at the same moment, sharp as blades, locking onto Xiao Wu firmly.

Those gazes belonged to the most powerful individuals in Martial Soul Hall.

The perception of Title Douluo-level existences was incredibly keen. In that brief instant when the Lovesick Heartbreak Red fell from her, they had already captured the aura of that immortal treasure.

More importantly, they had captured the trace of a beastly aura leaking from her body once she lost that layer of concealment.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

This identity could no longer be hidden from the Title Douluo.

Xiao Wu's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Her gaze crossed the crowd and landed on the graceful and luxurious figure seated high on the platform, her eyes welling up with deep resentment.

Bibi Dong.

The Pope of Martial Soul Hall.

In Xiao Wu's eyes, none of this could possibly be a coincidence.

She had hidden the Lovesick Heartbreak Red so carefully; how could it have fallen for no reason?

Why did the halo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda happen to knock her away?

Everything was linked, step by step, forcing her into a corner; this had to be a death trap meticulously laid by someone.

And within this Martial Soul Hall, who else but Bibi Dong had the capability to set such a trap?

Xiao Wu gritted her teeth, her eyes rimmed with red, staring daggers at the woman on the high platform.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the Pope's throne, her magnificent papal robes making her appear majestic and inviolable.

She looked at the resentful gaze of the young girl below, but in her heart, she could not suppress her wild joy.

Martial Soul Hall had lost this Spirit Master Tournament.

They had lost in an incredibly ugly fashion.

The seed players of the younger generation had almost all been defeated by Tang San alone, and the face of Martial Soul Hall had been trampled into pieces.

She had not expected such an unexpected windfall.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, having lurked in Martial Soul Hall for so long, had exposed its identity at this critical juncture.

This was nothing short of a gift from the Angel God!