Bansho Ten'in, Snatching Xiao Wu

The sixth white Soul Ring on the Illusion Bell suddenly lit up, and an invisible soul ripple shot out like a bullet, sinking precisely into Tang San's mind.

Tang San's mouth was still open, the final sound of "you" still hanging on his lips, when his entire body froze in place.

His eyes rolled sharply upward, his pupils rapidly dilating.

Soul Judgment was different from the gentle rummaging of Memory Kill.

It directly constructed a complete [Penalty Space] within the target's spiritual world.

In the dream.

Pale moonlight shone over a barren cliff.

Tang San found himself bound to a huge cross, his hands and feet completely unable to move. His limbs had been pinned in place by some invisible force; he could not move even an inch.

The wind at the cliff's edge was very cold, making his clothes rustle.

A figure walked out of the darkness.

They had not seen each other for six years, and that face had changed quite a bit, but Tang San recognized him at a glance.

Qin Chuan!

He was dressed in black, holding a short dagger in his hand, its blade reflecting the moonlight.

"Tang San, six years apart, and you're still this vile!!" Qin Chuan's tone was icy, as if he were stating a fact.

"Qin Chuan! Let me down!" Tang San roared as he struggled.

Qin Chuan ignored him.

"From now on, I will keep stabbing your heart for twenty-four hours. Don't worry. You won't die from it."

After Qin Chuan finished speaking, he flipped his wrist, and the dagger stabbed into Tang San's chest.

Pfft!

The sensation of the blade piercing muscle was clear to the extreme. Tang San felt his heart run through by that icy blade, and excruciating pain exploded from his chest, spreading through every limb and bone.

"Ahhh~!"

Tang San screamed miserably, his features twisting into a knot.

Qin Chuan pulled the dagger out. Blood gushed for an instant, then the wound began to heal. This was how the dream rules of Soul Judgment worked. He would not die, but the pain was real.

The dagger stabbed in again.

Pfft!

"Ah—!"

Pull out. Stab in. Pull out. Stab in.

Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times.

Tang San's screams went from roars to wails, from wails to sobs, from sobs to soundless trembling. His mental defenses were crushed into dregs by each piercing stab.

Twenty-four hours in the dream was only a single second in reality.

In reality.

Tang San's body stood perfectly straight, completely motionless. His eyes were bloodshot, bloody tears seeping from the corners, his mouth gaping wide, the muscles of his face twitching in spasms.

There were no external injuries, not a single wound.

But his spirit had already suffered a devastating blow.

Qin Chuan glanced at Tang San, regret in his heart.

He wanted to rush over and add one more slash, killing this beast outright. At a distance of fifty meters, he could get there in two seconds.

But he could not, because Tang Hao had already noticed!

A hundred meters to the west, a furious fluctuation of Soul Power erupted. That was Tang Hao's aura, approaching at extreme speed.

Count yourself lucky!!

Qin Chuan gritted his teeth, swung Xiao Wu onto his back, and kicked hard off a tree branch with both feet. His whole body shot toward the southeast like a cannonball fired from its barrel.

He did not run in Hu Liena and the others' direction.

He could not lead Tang Hao over there. Yue Guan was also Rank 95, but no one could stop Tang Hao once he went mad, not to mention Hu Liena was still absorbing a Soul Ring.

Qin Chuan chose the complete opposite direction and fled for his life.

Behind him, Tang San's body swayed twice, then fell straight to the ground with a thud. His eyes rolled back, his limbs twitched, and white foam spilled from the corners of his mouth.

There were no injuries on the surface, but he was already ruined!

Tang Hao arrived.

What he saw was Tang San lying on the ground, his whole body convulsing, and the sacrificial site now completely empty.

"My son! My son!"

Tang Hao rushed to Tang San's side in one stride and reached out to check his pulse. The pulse was still there, but it beat in an extremely chaotic rhythm, fast one moment and slow the next. As soon as he probed with his spiritual power, Tang Hao's expression changed instantly.

Tang San's spiritual sea had nearly been stirred into a pot of porridge.

"Bastard! I'll tear you to pieces!"

Tang Hao shot to his feet, his Soul Power fully unleashed, radiating out in every direction. Every living aura within several kilometers entered his perception.

To the southeast, he locked precisely onto an aura that was rapidly moving away.

Within that aura was a spiritual fluctuation he knew well, one that made him grind his molars to bits.

It was that person!!

The bastard who, three years ago in a valley of the Star Dou Great Forest, had used the soul skill of a white soul ring to plunge him into memories of Ah Yin.

Tang Hao bent down and hoisted Tang San onto his shoulder. In a flash, he first placed Tang San inside the hollow of an ancient tree nearby. It was hidden and safe; no soul beasts would approach in the short term.

After doing that, Tang Hao's figure shot out violently, chasing in the direction Qin Chuan had fled.

His speed was terrifyingly fast.

Qin Chuan wove madly through the dense forest. Xiao Wu on his back was as light as a feather, almost weightless.

But he did not dare relax in the slightest.

The pursuing aura behind him was drawing closer and closer. Tang Hao's speed was more than one level above his. The full-speed movement of a rank ninety-five Title Douluo was not something a rank seventy-one Soul Sage could compare to.

Ten minutes.

Qin Chuan ran for his life for ten minutes, and the distance kept shrinking.

From several kilometers at the start, to less than a few hundred meters now!

He could feel Tang Hao's Soul Power pressure coming in wave after wave, like someone slapping the back of his head again and again.

No, if this went on, he would be caught sooner or later.

And right now, with Xiao Wu on his back, he could not fight. With Tang Hao's strength, once Tang Hao got close, he would not even have a chance to resist.

I'll find Da Ming!

This thought flashed through Qin Chuan's mind. The Sky Azure Bull Python, king among Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, possessed overall combat strength comparable to a rank ninety-seven or ninety-eight Super Douluo. If he could find Da Ming, Tang Hao would not dare act rashly.

But Da Ming was at Life Lake.

Life Lake was in the deepest part of the Star Dou Great Forest, still several dozen kilometers from here.

There was no time.

"Damn it, you can't escape!"

Tang Hao's voice came from behind him. Although there were still one or two kilometers between them, that low roar echoed through the forest, shaking leaves down in a rustling fall.

Qin Chuan's forehead was covered in sweat.

He poured all his Heavenly Dao Power into his legs, raising his speed another notch. Trees flew backward on both sides, and the sound of the wind filled his ears.

He ran for another five minutes.

Tang Hao had closed the distance to less than five hundred meters.

In another two or three minutes, he would be caught.

Qin Chuan's mind spun at high speed. He thought through every escape route, then rejected them all.

Run? He could not get away.

With Xiao Wu on his back, he simply could not use his skills freely.

The only hope was to encounter an existence that could help him hold Tang Hao back.

There was no time to reach Da Ming, but what about Er Ming?

The Titan Giant Ape's territory was broader than the Sky Azure Bull Python's range of activity. Qin Chuan swept the area ahead with his Samsara Eye, stretching his spiritual power to its limit.

Five kilometers, eight kilometers, ten kilometers.

There!

In the depths of the dense forest about seven kilometers ahead and slightly to the north, a majestic, violent wave of life essence, heavy as a mountain, was charging toward Qin Chuan head-on at high speed. That power was so vast and forceful it nearly distorted the air currents among the surrounding trees, and even the fallen leaves drifting in midair were swept into a wild dance by invisible waves of air.

Qin Chuan understood instantly. It was Er Ming, the Titan Giant Ape!

It must have somehow caught the faint aura of Xiao Wu on the verge of danger, abandoned its original route of activity, and was rushing this way at all costs.

That life fluctuation was coarse and overbearing, carrying the untamed primordial wildness born in the bones of an ancient beast. With every tremor of power, a muffled rumble traveled through several kilometers of mountain forest.