When a man is dying, his words are good

A blue protective barrier enclosed A Yin and Tang Hao.

Inside the barrier, Blue Silver Grass broke through the ground, growing wildly.

"No! A Yin! It's my fault for not protecting you! I'm sorry! A Yin! Don't do this!"

Tang Hao cried out in despair, his voice sorrowful and lingering. It sounded like the long howl of a mountain ape, or the blood-stained cry of a cuckoo.

Alas, no matter how loudly he shouted, he could not stir the gods or Buddhas in heaven to descend and save this pair of star-crossed lovers.

The sacrifice had begun.

Pure blue-gold light swirled around Tang Hao, and the Blue Silver Grass gently stroked his forehead.

A Yin's body turned into starlight, slowly dissipating like fireworks—brilliant, yet fleeting.

In that single instant, that beautiful silhouette was etched into Tang Hao's heart, never to be erased.

She had truly loved him to the very end.

"Hao, goodbye. Take good care of our son. Let his name be Tang San."

"No! A Yin! Don't leave! A Yin!..."

A bright red spirit ring condensed, and all the wounds on Tang Hao's body were completely healed.

A Yin had sacrificed everything.

What is love, that it should make one willing to pledge their life?

The power of a Titled Douluo was revealed in full. Tang Hao stood up abruptly, looking like a wrathful Vajra. He raised his head, his eyes splitting with rage as he glared at Qian Xunji.

"Qian Xunji! You deserve to die! Give me back A Yin's life!"

"Ring Explosion! Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer, charging at Qian Xunji with a reckless disregard for his own life. Today, he would fight Qian Xunji to the death!

Seeing the wolf-like ferocity in Tang Hao's eyes, Qian Xunji, a level 96 Super Douluo, actually felt a flicker of fear—and that was before someone six levels his inferior.

Qian Xunji watched Tang Hao's suicidal fighting style and grew panicked. In a moment of carelessness, he was struck in the chest by the Great Sumeru Hammer.

He was sent flying over ten meters, only stopping when he slammed into an earthen wall.

"Pfft!" Qian Xunji spat out a mouthful of blood. This secret technique of the Clear Sky School was truly formidable.

Qian Xunji was injured, and his inner terror grew so great that his hand, gripping the Angel Holy Sword, trembled three times.

Before he could think, Tang Hao lunged like a mad dog, swinging his hammer toward Qian Xunji's head.

Qian Xunji did not immediately leverage his six-level advantage to counterattack; instead, he chose to evade, dodging the strike.

Unfortunately, Tang Hao was there to fight to the death. When the hammer missed, he threw a punch with his left hand, slamming it into Qian Xunji's chest.

Qian Xunji took the blow head-on and spat out more blood.

Only then did he remember that he could fly and held the advantage of the skies.

Thus, he unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar and soared into the sky, preparing to launch an aerial assault on Tang Hao.

Having seized air superiority, Qian Xunji quickly gained the upper hand and began to circle Tang Hao.

Although Tang Hao managed to land a few hits, he was clearly suffering more severe injuries.

At that moment, the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring at Tang Hao's feet flared.

Even in death, A Yin was still protecting Tang Hao!

The ninth spirit skill of the Blue Silver Emperor spirit ring: Blue Silver Protection.

The Blue Silver Protection began to heal Tang Hao's wounds, allowing him to fight Qian Xunji to a standstill for the time being.

With the blessing of the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, Tang Hao gained the confidence to engage in a war of attrition.

The two traded blows, constantly draining each other's spirit power. In the end, Tang Hao held the slight edge.

Qian Xunji's spirit power was no longer enough to sustain his flight, and Tang Hao's own reserves were nearly exhausted.

With both men out of spirit power, they resorted to the most primitive form of combat for a spirit master—hand-to-hand combat!

Qian Xunji was driven mad by Tang Hao's killing intent. At this point, he cast all caution aside, determined to fight Tang Hao to the bitter end!

Both men fought with their most primal instincts, attacking each other with everything they had.

Qian Xunji had been a Pope for too long; his martial arts were rusty, and he gradually fell behind.

Driven by hatred, Tang Hao pushed his body to the limit, breaking through his own boundaries just to swing his hammer a few more times. He had to kill Qian Xunji!

One hammer fell, carrying Tang Hao's resolve for revenge and an unparalleled killing intent!

Qian Xunji finally faltered. Faced with this strike, he lost the courage to resist and tried to step back to dodge.

Alas! His stamina was spent; his legs felt like lead, unable to move.

It was too late to raise the Angel Holy Sword to block.

Qian Xunji took the blow directly. Every meridian in his body shattered, and his heart was crushed.

Just as Tang Hao was about to deliver the final blow to end Qian Xunji's life once and for all...

Sounds of several people came from the distance.

"Big Brother!" "Your Holiness!" "Where are you!"

Tang Hao froze for a moment, hurriedly gathering up A Yin's remains—the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone—along with the Seed of Life she had left behind. Finally, he scooped up Tang San and fled the scene in a frantic rush.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Qianjun Douluo, Jiangmo Douluo, and Qian Xunqian shouted as they searched.

Hearing noises in the distance, the group hurried toward the sound.

Regrettably, by the time the five of them arrived, only Qian Xunji remained, his breath hanging by a thread.

Qian Xunqian rushed over to support him, unleashing her second and seventh soul skills to treat Qian Xunji.

"It's useless. My heart vessels were shattered by Tang Hao; there is no saving me! Don't waste any more soul power. Hurry and chase Tang Hao, he... cough, cough! He ran that way!"

Qian Xunqian signaled with her eyes, ordering the powerful Qianjun and Jiangmo to pursue, while leaving Chrysanthemum and Ghost behind to guard them, fearing that Tang Hao might be desperate enough to launch a counterattack.

"Little Sister... Big Brother is sorry to you... I was jealous of your talent! Jealous of your brilliance! Cough, cough! Jealous that you were so popular! So beloved by the people of Spirit City! I..."

Qian Xunqian sighed and said, "Big Brother, stop, just stop!"

"Big Brother only wanted to prove his ability once, why is it so hard! It seems I, Qian Xunji, am truly a failure! Hahahaha..."

"Big Brother! You are not a failure! You... you were just too obsessed... sigh—"

"Little Sister, apologize to Father for me, apologize to Yun'er, apologize to Xue'er... I... I am sorry to them..."

"Alright, alright! Big Brother, stop talking! Your body can't hold on much longer! Hang in there, as long as you have a breath left, we will find Divine Doctor Ye, there is still hope!"

"I do not dare hope for their forgiveness, I only hope, Little Sister, that you can promise your brother to inherit the position of Pope. Your talent far exceeds mine a thousand times over; you will surely lead our Spirit Hall to even greater heights!"

"Big Brother!" Qian Xunqian was already streaming with tears.

"Little Sister, I must hear you promise me! Otherwise, I will not be able to close my eyes even in death!"

"Fine! Fine! I promise you! Sigh—"

"Good! Good! Then I can depart in peace. Xue'er is entrusted to you..."

In the end, Qian Xunji drew his final breath, slowly closing his eyes as he departed with endless remorse and regret.

Qian Xunqian wiped away her tears, took a sharp breath, and issued orders to Qianjun and Jiangmo Douluo:

"Qianjun Douluo, immediately transmit a message to the two elders, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, and have them return. Jiangmo Douluo, you go ahead and return to Spirit Hall to inform the elders of Spirit Hall that the Pope has been assassinated!"

"We... we will take His Holiness the Pope back to Spirit Hall! Send the Pope home, back home!"