The Vicious Tang San

As the words fell, the great hall plunged into a sudden, deathly silence.

Then, it erupted into chaos.

Countless soul masters in the viewing gallery began whispering to one another, the buzzing noise rising like the surface of boiling water.

Some were furious, some sneered, and others gloated, but the way everyone looked at Xiao Wu had changed.

On the Shrek side, Flender, Grandmaster, and Liu Erlong were struck by a flash of incredulous shock, but their bodies reacted faster than their minds.

Three figures darted out almost simultaneously, standing firmly in front of Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Flender's gaze lingered on the young girl behind him for a moment; his eyes were complex, yet he showed no intention of retreating.

Liu Erlong clenched her fists, her internal Fire Dragon martial soul roaring, ready to burst forth.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang remained silent, but his position said everything that needed to be said.

Xiao Wu was actually a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

The impact of this revelation was immense.

The companions from Shrek Academy who had spent every day with her now looked at her with eyes filled with a mixture of shock, confusion, and disbelief.

Yet, no matter what, the people of Shrek did not back down.

"Just you?"

Two sneers rang out at the same time.

To the left and right, two figures appeared before Flender and his companions like ghosts.

The person on the left had a feminine face and drifted with a faint scent of chrysanthemum, while the one on the right was gaunt, his body permeated with a chilling, ghostly aura.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.

Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei.

The two Title Douluo stood side by side, nine soul rings circling slowly beneath their feet. The overwhelming pressure of their soul power descended like two massive mountains, causing the faces of Flender and his companions to pale instantly.

"Just you bunch of ragtag misfits," Chrysanthemum Douluo said, gesturing with a pinky finger, his tone frivolous and biting. "You want to protect a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Are you so dissatisfied with the age of your own soul rings that you want to be buried with hers?"

Before the words had even faded, another figure lunged out.

The poisonous aura of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor suddenly filled the air. Dugu Bo, his face grim and his eyes glowing with a ghostly green light, charged toward Tang San and Xiao Wu.

His goal was clear: to take these two children away amidst the chaos.

Dugu Bo had an old friendship with Tang San, and in his eyes, that bond was reason enough to act.

As long as he took Xiao Wu away, the people of Martial Soul Hall would have no reason to continue attacking the others!

But as fast as he was, someone was faster.

Bibi Dong, perched on the high platform, moved.

No one saw how she moved.

In an instant, that graceful and noble figure appeared before Dugu Bo. Golden light erupted from behind her, as if a scorching sun had risen within the hall.

A massive golden martial soul slowly manifested behind her.

Nine soul rings lit up simultaneously—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

That red soul ring was exceptionally striking among the nine, appearing like a blood-red moon embedded in their midst.

The pressure of the Hundred-Thousand-Year soul ring crushed down like a physical force. Dugu Bo felt as if his Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor martial soul had been gripped by an invisible giant hand, his entire body's soul power nearly grinding to a halt.

He let out a muffled groan, forced back to his original spot by the sheer weight of that pressure, the bluestone tiles beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

The gap between Title Douluo was sometimes greater than the gap between a human and a dog.

Bibi Dong did not even spare Dugu Bo a glance.

Her gaze remained locked on Xiao Wu, filled with appreciation, nodding gently from time to time.

It was as if she were looking at prey already secured in her grasp.

Xiao Wu's face was drained of all color.

She could feel the pressure radiating from Bibi Dong, a force that made her very soul tremble.

She could feel the despair that flashed across the faces of the Shrek group after Dugu Bo was suppressed.

Everything was over.

Xiao Wu raised her head, her eyes fixed firmly on Bibi Dong, deep-seated hatred burning in their depths.

It was her.

It was this woman who had once killed her mother.

That rainy night, that golden light, the final look in her mother's eyes as she pushed her away to safety...

She remembered it all!

She had taken human form to cultivate, infiltrated the human world, and fought with all her might to grow stronger... all for the day she could avenge her mother.

Yet, she never expected that before she could even possess the strength for revenge, she would meet the same fate as her mother.

To die at the hands of this woman.

When everyone believed they had reached a desperate impasse, no one noticed the corners of Tang San's mouth curling upward in the shadows.

Yes, just like this.

Force the situation to its absolute limit.

Drive Xiao Wu into a corner with no way out.

Only when she reaches a true dead end will she choose to sacrifice herself.

Only when she willingly offers up her spirit ring and spirit bone can he truly absorb that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, allowing him to leave all others in the dust on the path to the pinnacle.

It's almost time, just one last step!

Tang San could barely suppress the excitement surging within him.

But at that very instant—

BOOM!!!

A sound like a thunderclap shattered down from the dome of the great hall.

The noise was violent to the extreme, as if an entire thundercloud had exploded at once.

The glazed dome of the hall trembled, shedding dust, and countless spectators clutched their ears, bending over in agony.

A black shadow smashed through the dome like a meteorite, descending with a rain of shattered tiles and thunder, landing with a deafening crash.

Tang Hao.

Clear Sky Douluo.

His hair and beard flew wildly, his black robes snapping in the agitation of his spirit power, and nine spirit rings spiraled out beneath his feet, standing in distant confrontation with Bibi Dong.

His left arm and right leg were twisted at unnatural angles, yet as he stood there, he was like an immovable mountain.

Tang San's pupils dilated sharply in that moment.

Damn it!

How could this guy show up?

The timing of Tang Hao's arrival was so precise it was infuriating.

Had he arrived even a moment later, a few more words of incitement in her desperate state might have been enough to make Xiao Wu begin the sacrifice.

But at this most critical juncture, Tang Hao descended from the heavens, throwing the entire rhythm into chaos.

If Tang Hao intervened, given the strength of Clear Sky Douluo, while he might not necessarily defeat all the Title Douluo present, taking Xiao Wu away would not be difficult.

But if that happened, how could Xiao Wu still sacrifice herself?

If she didn't sacrifice, how could he absorb the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring?

If he didn't absorb the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, how could he become stronger?

Countless thoughts flashed through Tang San's mind in an instant.

Yet, his control over his expression was nothing short of masterful.

By the time everyone turned to look at him, his face had already shifted into a mask of surprise and joy, with just the right amount of tears welling up in his eyes.

"Dad... Father!"

He called out with genuine emotion, his voice trembling with impeccable sincerity.

Yet his heart had instantly turned cold, rapidly calculating the situation on the field.

Tang Hao was strong, but how many Title Douluo were on the side of Martial Soul Hall?

Bibi Dong, Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and there was no telling how many other old monsters might be lurking in the shadows.

No matter how fierce Tang Hao was, he couldn't possibly cover every angle under the siege of so many Title Douluo.

There would always be a moment when he couldn't watch over Xiao Wu.

Opportunities would always arise.

Tang San maintained that look of joyful surprise on his face, while deep in his eyes lay only cold, calculating intent.

Today, he would make sure Xiao Wu sacrificed herself willingly.

No one would stop him!