Chu Men's World Is On Fire!

"Good thing I came prepared!"

Floating in the sky, Chu Men looked back at the receding forest and let out a breath of relief, still shaken.

He had thought that stealing a bit of beauty would be a refined, elegant affair, so he'd acted on a whim.

But he'd ended up taking a hammer blow from Tang Hao and nearly losing his life—who was he supposed to reason with after that?

Chu Men pulled an exquisite purple gourd from his storage bag, tilted his head back, and took two gulps of poison. It tasted exceptionally sweet.

This was top-tier stuff leaked from the royal palace!

A couple of sips now and then kept his mind sharp and helped recover and boost his soul power.

It even improved his toxin resistance—killing two birds with one stone!

Chu Men adjusted his flying posture and pulled out a compass that looked like a pocket watch, glowing with soul power, to check his direction.

He then activated the soul power turbine acceleration device on his glider, with six soul power batteries providing a steady stream of energy.

These modernized soul tools were all things he'd saved up for, bought with the credit of a mere two-digit livestream score!

Now that he had over five thousand points, why wouldn't he take flight?

With that, Chu Men and the sack dangling beneath him accelerated toward Heaven Dou City.

He soon cleared the area shrouded by dark clouds, and the cool moonlight spilled over the snow-white glider, illuminating Chu Men's handsome face.

With sword-like brows and eyes as bright as the stars, his gaze was expressive and full of spirit!

[Is this a kidnapper? He's actually quite handsome!]

[The streamer is a total heartthrob! What's his name?]

[That glider is insanely cool! Can the streamer drop a link? I'll gift 10 rockets!]

[A visual-tier streamer! I want all his information within ten minutes, ladies!]

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In Lin Xiaoyu's livestream room, the netizens' comments exploded, the heat nearly burning through the late-night broadcast slot.

The "Truman Show" livestream room had previously been treated as semi-hidden by the platform because it lacked real-name verification.

But now, it had gone viral!

An otherworldly setting, a long-form script, an immersive livestream variety show, plus the original name—The Truman Show!

Even if it wasn't a household name, it was certainly famous!

Now, some big shot had actually taken the design from the movie and brought it into reality!

Combined with the most popular otherworldly theme and the massive influence of the Douluo Continent IP, it quickly triggered a chain reaction that broke through all boundaries!

As a result.

Chu Men, exposed by Lin Xiaoyu, gained fans, traffic, and livestream points converted from tips.

With these points, the system panel could finally show its true power!

Meanwhile, next door, Tang Hao—who had been exposed by Chu Men—was in the exact opposite situation.

In the small woods, the sky was filled with flowing soul power, making the place as bright as day.

Gritting his teeth, Tang Hao detonated two ten-thousand-year soul rings. His massive Clear Sky Hammer true form transformed into a streak of pitch-black light, tearing the Two-Level Stasis Domain of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo into shreds.

The blood-red of the God of Slaughter Domain intertwined with gold and silver, like a cinnabar brush dropped into a palette, splashing wildly.

With the power of the domain and the ring detonation, the Clear Sky Hammer turned into a blood-red chisel forged from soul power, forcibly carving out a path to survival.

The violent explosions were accompanied by ear-piercing crackles; large swaths of trees were snapped in half, and those closer were ground directly into powder!

Even Tang Hao, facing the martial soul fusion skill of two Title Douluos, could only end up heavily injured and forced to flee.

Chrysanthemum Douluo steadied his heaving chest and reached out to stop Ghost Douluo, who was hovering half a foot off the ground as a blurry shadow.

Both had been severely injured by the power released from Tang Hao's ring detonation, but confirming Tang Hao's trail was already a great achievement.

Ghost Douluo stopped his forward momentum and warned, "Letting a tiger return to the mountains will lead to endless trouble!"

"This Tang Hao is too dangerous. Let's wait for the Holy Emperor Warriors to arrive before we pursue him together."

Chrysanthemum Douluo pushed off with his toes, landing on a high branch, and gazed in the direction Tang Hao had fled, saying leisurely, "The monk may run, but the temple remains. If we keep an eye on Tang San, where could his father possibly go?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's guess was correct. After forcibly breaking out of the battlefield, Tang Hao immediately took a mottled crystal from his robes.

Seeing the crystal was intact, he felt slightly relieved; Tang San was safe for the moment.

But the people from Spirit Hall had appeared, and with Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo on the scene, a large number of warriors were sure to follow.

Danger was already closing in!

Tang Hao suppressed his injuries, wrapped his filthy gray robes around himself, and doubled his speed.

The Soul Hunting Forest.

Located four hundred miles northeast of Nuoding City, it was a place where the Heaven Dou Empire kept soul beasts in captivity.

The Grandmaster, oblivious to the outside world, gritted his teeth and braced himself against the poison of the Mandala Snake.

Beside him was his newly accepted disciple, Tang San, who was currently in the process of absorbing a spirit ring.

A century-old spirit ring from a Mandala Snake!

The theory of spirit soul mimicry, which suggested that plant-type spirit masters should absorb spirit beasts of similar animal types, was a bold experiment.

Although the Grandmaster held a certain reputation in the spirit master world, his own strength was merely that of a Great Spirit Master.

Without the support of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his various experiments would have been impossible to conduct, let alone result in the theories that had garnered the world's attention.

Therefore, the gaze he cast upon Tang San was filled with hope!

While he anticipated a miracle, he also feared it!

If the miracle failed to arrive as expected and Tang San suffered any misfortune, it would not only be a heavy blow to his theories, but because of the name "Tang," he could not guarantee that it wouldn't invite a fatal disaster!

Just as the poison and anxiety were wearing the Grandmaster down to the point of exhaustion and near-unconsciousness, a muffled voice sounded in his ear.

"Hello, Grandmaster."

The Grandmaster perked up and turned his head, only to see a figure in grey, covered in mud and bloodstains, standing in the shadow of a tree.

The flickering flames of the campfire failed to illuminate the newcomer's face.

"Who are you?"

The Grandmaster wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he couldn't lift his hand, so he could only ask in a weak voice.

The man stepped out from the shadows, letting the firelight lick at his nearly tattered robes.

"It has been twenty years; no wonder you don't recognize me. I am Tang Hao."

Tang Hao's voice was steady, but to the Grandmaster's ears, it was like a clap of thunder!

"Tang Hao? Are you the Clear Sky..."

Tang Hao waved his hand, interrupting him: "There is no need to bring up the past. I have come to find you this time because I have a favor to ask of you."

"As I thought, you are Little San's father!" The Grandmaster turned his head to glance at Tang San, who was still immersed in absorbing the spirit ring. "You have come for Little San, haven't you?"

"The people from Spirit Hall are in pursuit, and I must leave."

Tang Hao's murky eyes looked at Tang San, who was bathed in a stream of yellow spirit power, and revealed a hint of tenderness. "You must leave as well; Nuoding City is no longer safe."

The Grandmaster grasped the key point in his words: "You? You don't intend to take Tang San with you?"

Tang Hao walked a few steps toward Tang San, leaving the Grandmaster with his back turned. "He can learn more by following you!"

"But I..." The Grandmaster clenched his fists and forced the words out. "I cannot protect him!"

Tang Hao seemed not to hear him, continuing to speak to himself:

"I have already cleared away the eyes in this vicinity. Their target is me, and as it happens, my target is them! Once Tang San wakes up, you should leave."

After saying this, Tang Hao pressed a pitch-black token into the Grandmaster's hand. As their palms touched, his brow furrowed slightly.

"You are poisoned? Little San... I leave him to you!"

Tang Hao's robes billowed without wind, and a surge of immense spirit power was injected into the Grandmaster's body, quickly purging the poison.

He patted the Grandmaster's arm, then turned and left decisively, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The Grandmaster's body felt a wave of relief as the pain from the snake venom vanished, yet the anxiety in his heart was greater than before!