Maple Dye Pavilion, there was a deathly silence.
The sisters, Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, stood frozen in place, their delicate faces displaying extremely complex expressions.
They exchanged a glance.
In each other's eyes, they both saw an obvious hint of embarrassment and guilt.
"Sister..." Zhu Zhuqing's red lips parted slightly, her voice barely audible, "We seem to... have forgotten about the Grand Elder."
Zhu Zhuyun's lips twitched involuntarily.
It's more than just forgetting.
It was as if he had personally pushed Qian Daoliu into a fire pit.
No, it's worse than a fire pit.
That was the epicenter of the biological weapons outbreak!
However, Zhu Zhuyun had a stronger mental fortitude, and she quickly adjusted her mindset, replying confidently in a low voice.
"To prevent that filth from exploding in the master's shop, sacrificing the Grand Elder is... well, it's the only way."
" The Grand Elder will surely understand us!"
Even so, the two sisters couldn't help but peer fearfully through the huge glass window at the door.
Outside.
The thick yellow fog, capable of carrying people away, was stubbornly challenging the limits of Qian Daoliu's sense of smell.
He, Peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine and the high priest of the God of Angels, was now pale, with tears in his eyes, and was retching violently while covering his mouth and nose.
"Vomit--!"
I've never smelled anything so intoxicating in my life!
Who is it?!
Who the hell would dare to commit such a heinous act at the very gates of the sacred site of our predecessors!
He suppressed the nausea of having his skull ripped open, turned his head sharply, and instantly spotted the culprit.
Yu Xiaogang was lying face down on the ground not far away.
He was curled up, one hand tightly covering his crotch, the other hand pressing firmly against his buttocks.
His face was contorted in pain, his features almost completely squeezed out, and his whole body was convulsing uncontrollably.
Zhu Zhuyun's kick made him experience the true meaning of the pain of having his testicles crushed.
Zhu Zhuqing's kick, through Luo Sanpao's shared damage, made him feel what it meant to have chrysanthemums scattered all over the ground in wounds.
Attacked from both sides, double the pain, double the exhilaration.
At this moment, Qian Daoliu's anger completely exploded.
It's that piece of trash again!
Not only did they come to Spirit City with such righteous indignation, but now they even dare to pollute the air in front of the senior's shop!
"Scum!"
Qian Daoliu rushed forward in one stride, raising his large foot.
Without further ado, he kicked Yu Xiaogang hard in the buttocks.
Yu Xiaogang let out a muffled groan as he was kicked away like a tattered sack, rolling several times on the ground before finally slamming face-down against the wall at the end of the alley with a "thud," and slowly sliding down.
Qian Daoliu looked at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, then disgustedly rubbed the sole of his shoe on the ground.
unlucky!
Deep inside a dark, dry cave, almost devoid of moisture.
The light here seemed to have lost its vitality, and the air was filled with a strange smell of dust and decay.
Tang Hao stood deep in the cave, gazing at a Blue Silver Grass before him.
This Blue Silver Grass is much taller than its usual counterparts, and faint golden veins are visible on its leaves, indicating its once noble lineage.
But now, it is severely weakened.
The leaves were withered and curled, with a sickly grayish color, and the soil at the base of the stem was cracked like a tortoise shell.
It yearns for sunlight and water.
It was pleading for life.
Tang Hao's gaze subconsciously avoided those places, instead landing on a relatively intact leaf.
" Ah Yin."
Tang Hao spoke, his voice hoarse as if two stones were rubbing against each other.
" The Tang San is very good."
"At only twelve years old, his Soul Power is already close to level thirty, even more outstanding than mine at that age."
He rambled on, forcing a hint of fatherly pride onto his face, but his eyes were terrifyingly empty, not focused at all on the dying Blue Silver Emperor.
He seemed to be giving a report, yet also seeking some kind of approval.
"Your sacrifice... was worthwhile."
He knew she was going to die.
He personally placed them in this desolate place where there was no sunlight or rain.
A thought flashed through his mind: if he wanted, he could simply activate his Soul Power to summon a mountain spring and irrigate this parched land.
But his hand only clenched stiffly in mid-air before finally falling limply to his sides.
He slowly turned around, his back to the struggling Blue Silver Emperor.
"It's... safe here."
He spoke to himself, and also as if he were speaking to the blade of grass.
"If we stay here, we'll be safe."
Yes, death is the ultimate safety.
The "haven" he chose for her was actually a grave leading slowly toward death.
This might be the deepest, most hidden hope in his heart, a hope he himself dared not even admit.
Let her die completely.
Then, the sins he committed and the debts he owed would be buried along with her withering away.
At that moment, Tang Hao's expression suddenly changed.
" Soul Master?"
Several faint fluctuations of Soul Power emanated from the foot of the mountain, yet they precisely fell within his perception range.
He stepped out of the cave and stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down.
Several Soul Master dressed in the uniforms of the Spirit Hall were furtively searching for something in the mountains and forests.
The Spirit Hall's lackeys!
They actually found their way here!
Tang Hao's face instantly darkened, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.
This place has been exposed.
He turned and whispered towards the direction of the cave.
" Ah Yin, wait for me."
I'll kill these flies later.
Then, we moved to another place, a place that was even more isolated from the world.
The black Clear Sky Hammer appeared out of thin air in his palm.
Tang Hao's figure soared into the sky, raising the giant hammer symbolizing absolute power high in both hands, ready to smash those few eyesores below, along with this hillside, into dust!
But just as he was about to swing the giant hammer!
A searing heat that sent shivers down his spine erupted from below without warning!
That wasn't an ordinary flame!
Tang Hao's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
Without a second thought, he forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, abandoning his attack, and rolled awkwardly to the side to dodge.
boom--!
A pillar of crimson-gold fire shot into the sky, grazing his body.
The flames instantly dyed half the sky red!
The lush trees swept by the pillar of fire turned to ashes the instant they came into contact with the heat!
Tang Hao landed heavily on the ground, his back covered in cold sweat.
He looked up in horror.
Before those low-level Soul Master from the Spirit Hall, a woman had appeared out of nowhere.
A woman with an extremely hot figure, her whole body burning with crimson-gold flames.
Level 94.
The other person's aura clearly indicated their level.
But that flame...
The texture of the flames, the domineering will to burn everything!
This is definitely not the power that a level 94 Title Douluo could possess!
" Spirit Kite Douluo?"
Tang Hao recognized the other person.
Tang Hao recognized the other party's identity: the only female elder of the Spirit Hall, a notorious brute.
But he had never heard of her flames reaching such a terrifying level.
Tang Hao?
Spirit Kite Douluo was also stunned for a moment when he saw Tang Hao.
But that was only a momentary moment of surprise.
The next second, her eyes, burning with crimson-gold flames, suddenly lit up, passing over Tang Hao and staring intently at the dark cave behind him.
He let out an extremely arrogant laugh, the sound echoing through the mountains and forests.
"I was wondering how long the search would take, but you just popped up on your own!"
"Since you're here, it means the Blue Silver Emperor is also nearby, right?"