Yu Zhi: Danzo, Are You Throwing the Fight?

"The Holy Son has his eye on what Shimura Danzō got from Tang San!" Ghost Douluo said calmly.

Hu Liena pressed him. "Is it the Clear Sky Sect's legacy?"

"No." Bibi Dong shook her head. "It's the legacy of an otherworldly faction called the Tang Sect. Xiao Zhi has a keen eye. He knows the value of a legacy from another world is beyond measure."

"But it's still too dangerous! Too reckless! Once they're back, couldn't we just capture Tang San and force the legacy out of him?" Bibi Dong sounded angry.

After all, Tang San had shown everyone that the Dungeon was not without danger. If they were caught, they might find themselves unable to live or die!

The others in the hall nodded too!

But if Yu Zhi had known what they were thinking, he would only have laughed.

At the rate Spirit Hall was hunting Tang San, who knew how many years it would take to find him!

And what if they returned to Douluo Continent, Tang San's protagonist luck kicked in, and some new disaster cropped up?

The Clear Sky Sect

Every elder and core disciple looked up at the Sky Screen, the atmosphere taut with tension.

Only Tang Xiao threw back his head and laughed heartily at the newly revealed explanation of Izanami. The frustration and gloom of being eliminated from the Dungeon vanished in an instant.

The Seventh Elder frowned. "Sect Master, what has you so delighted? Izanami may defy the heavens, but it's Ninjutsu from another world. It has nothing to do with the Clear Sky Sect!"

He wondered if Tang Xiao had lost his mind. If Tang Xiao had not pulled that stunt, he would not have been eliminated so quickly, and the Clear Sky Sect might have gotten its hands on that heaven-defying art.

And he had the nerve to laugh?!

The other elders turned toward him, equally baffled.

Only the First Elder stood silent, his gaze deep, as though he had already seen through it all.

Tang Xiao swept his eyes over them and sighed inwardly. At least the sect was not entirely made up of hotheaded brutes. Someone could still read the situation.

He stopped smiling, cold calculation rising in his eyes. "I'm not laughing because the forbidden art is powerful. I'm laughing because Spirit Hall is about to tear itself apart!"

The elders froze, their faces full of shock.

Before anyone could ask, Tang Xiao continued in a low voice. "Yu Zhi has the complete set of Uchiha Ninjutsu and the method for mastering Izanami. It looks as though he's struck it rich. But don't forget: the Sharingan, forbidden arts that command life and death—who on this continent wouldn't covet them?"

"That isn't an opportunity. It's a death warrant!"

The Seventh Elder hesitated. "But he's the Martial Soul Hall Saint. With Bibi Dong protecting him, who would dare touch him?"

"Protecting him?" Tang Xiao gave a chilling sneer. "Do you truly think Bibi Dong would protect him out of goodwill? With power that defies the heavens at stake, she may be the first to try to seize it! She knows better than anyone the danger of raising a tiger in her own home!"

The words shook the elders. Suddenly, they understood.

Then the First Elder, silent until now, spoke in a dry, weighty voice. "Sect Master, I suspect there's another reason for your delight. It concerns Tang San, doesn't it?"

"Exactly! Tang San carries a legacy from another world! If we can persuade him to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the Clear Sky Sect, that otherworldly legacy will fall right into our hands!" Tang Xiao finally revealed his aim.

The elders' faces grew grave, their brows knitting.

They had all heard the implication.

If Tang San returned to the sect, Tang Hao, who had committed that grave wrong years ago, would inevitably return with him.

The elders recoiled at the thought. In their hearts, they wanted nothing to do with the father and son who had disgraced the Clear Sky Sect and brought blame upon it.

But the otherworldly legacy was tempting indeed. The prospect of such enormous gain smothered their objections.

After wavering for some time, the Seventh Elder could not help asking, "Sect Master, that may be so... but we don't know Tang San's character. Would he truly hand over everything to the sect?"

Tang Xiao looked utterly certain. "Of course he would! Brother Hao raised Tang San from childhood. He must be honest and kind, loyal to his loved ones, and deeply attached to his clan! If the Clear Sky Sect opens its doors to him, he'll return in good faith and offer up his legacy!"

Seeing their sect master so sure of himself, the elders exchanged glances, set aside their doubts for the moment, and nodded.

The scene on the Sky Screen continued. Hidden in the shadows, Yu Zhi could barely contain his excitement when Shimura Danzō appeared once more.

"Finally forced that old bastard to use Izanagi! Old Poisoner, it's our turn."

Dugu Bo stared in disbelief. He had seen Danzō die with his own eyes, yet the man had come back to life. It was downright uncanny.

"Is this the Ninjutsu you've been so set on getting? It can even reverse death?"

"I'll explain afterward. Right now, it's your turn!"

Just as Danzō stepped forward to finish off Fugaku, a savage force struck him squarely and sent him flying through the air.

"Who was that? Orochimaru?"

Clutching his wound, Fugaku immediately stopped using Izanami and fixed his gaze on the battlefield.

A massive beast over thirty meters long came into view. It looked like a snake, yet not quite, and its vicious aura bore down on him.

"That was me."

It was Dugu Bo, who had used his Martial Soul Avatar to transform into the Jade Scale Dragon King.

Danzō landed awkwardly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes blazed as he demanded, "So it wasn't Orochimaru. You're with a faction from another continent! Fugaku Uchiha, you've clearly colluded with outsiders. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Fugaku did not care to defend himself. His hatred for Danzō had sunk into his bones.

The Sharingan and Izanami were proof enough!

When Shimura Danzō saw that Fugaku would not argue, he turned to the mountain-sized Jade Scale Dragon King with a cold smile.

"So it's a giant serpent Martial Soul? Then I'll send a giant beast of the same caliber against you!"

He swiftly formed Hand Seals with one hand and barked, "Summoning Jutsu!"

White mist billowed, and the strangely shaped Dream Tapir descended with a crash.

It had an elephant's trunk, a rhinoceros's eyes, a tiger's claws, and an ox's tail. Its dark orange body was massive and powerful, its head wrapped in layers of bandages, with thick armor jutting up at the base of its trunk. In sheer size, it rivaled Fugaku Uchiha's earlier Susanoo.

The instant the Dream Tapir landed, it opened its enormous mouth. A violent suction swept outward, dragging broken stones and splintered wood toward its jaws. It aimed straight for Dugu Bo in his Jade Scale Dragon King form, trying to haul him in.

Dugu Bo snorted inwardly. What an idiot!

A black Spirit Ring flared, and his ninth Soul Skill erupted at full force.

"Jade Phosphorus World Annihilation!"

A dark-green flood of deadly poison surged forth like a tsunami, spreading across the sky toward the Dream Tapir.

The poisonous mist could have engulfed half a village, but the Dream Tapir's suction drew every last bit of it in and swallowed it whole.

Moments later, the Dream Tapir's limbs began to convulse. The beast that had seemed so formidable toppled with a crash as poison spread through its body, killing it on the spot.

Watching from the shadows, Yu Zhi gaped.

"Bro, seriously? Anyone watching would think we'd rigged this fight! It's not like I paid him off!"