Kill Flender and Zhao Wuji, Castrate Yu Xiaogang!

Seventh Soul Skill: Cat-Owl True Body!

Fifth Soul Skill: Gravity Squeeze!

Brilliant Soul Rings flashed beneath Zhao Wuji and Flender. A heavy pressure instantly compressed Tang Wulin from all directions. The wings of Flender's Martial Soul Avatar swept behind him as he lunged straight for Tang Wulin's neck.

That speed clearly showed that he wanted to kill Tang Wulin outright and end the battle in an instant.

An ordinary Soul Saint facing the combined assassination attempt of Zhao Wuji and Flender might have been killed before he could even react.

But the one standing here today was Tang Wulin!

Flender's rapidly approaching figure was so slow in Tang Wulin's eyes that it was barely faster than a tortoise.

"Roar!"

A resounding dragon roar burst from Tang Wulin's mouth.

Flender, who had been charging toward Tang Wulin at high speed, suddenly felt his body stiffen. His Soul Power was instantly cut off, and his Martial Soul Avatar shattered on the spot. He crashed heavily from the air, and not even a trace of Soul Power remained usable within his body.

Not far away, Zhao Wuji was controlling gravity in an attempt to suppress Tang Wulin. But the instant he heard the dragon roar, his soul skill abruptly stopped. The backlash from his Soul Power made him suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The Vajra Bear possessing him seemed to have seen its revered ancestor and birth father. It shrank back and burrowed directly into Zhao Wuji's body.

Even when Zhao Wuji tried to activate Martial Soul Possession, his proud Vajra Bear Martial Soul trembled in terror and did not dare emerge for even an instant.

"Brat, what exactly did you do?"

"My martial soul—what exactly is happening?"

"Vajra Bear, possess me! It's only a Soul Emperor brat..."

Flender climbed to his feet, carrying a few scrapes on his body, and pushed up his glasses. An ominous premonition immediately surfaced in his heart.

His Four-Eyed Owl was also unusable, as if it had been suppressed. He could not even mobilize the Soul Power within his body.

He had struggled through the world of soul masters for so many years, yet he had never encountered anything like this.

Back when the Golden Iron Triangle faced even a Spirit Douluo powerhouse, they had never suffered such suppression.

This brat had effortlessly suppressed both him and Zhao Wuji with nothing more than a dragon roar. Just how advanced was his martial soul?

Vajra Bear and Cat-Owl: I'm supposed to fight the Golden Dragon King? Is this for real?!

"I originally wanted to see whether you could bring me a little fun, but now it seems that you don't have even the slightest ability to dance."

"Flender, Zhao Wuji, I'll probably have forgotten you by tomorrow."

As Tang Wulin finished speaking, a Golden Dragon Claw appeared on his right hand. His Golden Dragon Body activated instantly, and the ground shook violently as he charged forward.

"Not good! Dodge!"

Flender was horrified, but a tingling sensation suddenly appeared in his chest. In the next moment, he felt himself lose control of his body. His entire body collapsed limply to the ground, his upper and lower halves completely torn apart.

As for Zhao Wuji on the side, he had already been slapped into a mass of flesh. He did not even have the chance to speak his final words.

"With strength like this, Xiaogang, you've truly ruined me!"

"I hope you can be with Erlong properly. I give you both my blessing."

Flender's pupils gradually lost focus as the scenes of his life flashed before his eyes.

In the end, he still could not summon the courage to say that he loved that woman.

Zhao Wuji and Flender were dead.

Tang Wulin looked at the corpses on the ground and raised his left hand. A flame far beyond ordinary Ultimate Fire burned fiercely, instantly setting the two bodies ablaze.

Even beneath the pouring rain, the flames were completely unaffected.

At the same time, in Yu Xiaogang's room on the other side.

Although it was clearly the middle of the night, this Grandmaster tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He was so intensely excited that his heart raced, making it impossible for him to calm down.

Two geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power, who might even possess Twin Martial Souls. Once Flender and the others killed Tang Wulin, they would both belong to him.

Under his tutelage, two students would become Titled Douluo.

Two Titled Douluo appearing from the same sect on the continent, both personally cultivated by him—with such strength, who would dare question him then?

"Kill him. Go to hell!"

"Tang Wulin, you could have lived. With your talent, you would very likely have become a Titled Douluo in the future!"

"But on the Douluo Continent, everything ultimately comes down to strength. As a Soul Emperor, you're destined to die at the hands of two Soul Saints."

"If you want someone to blame, blame yourself for being too weak."

Yu Xiaogang rose and stood by the window, watching the rain cascade down. The excitement in his eyes remained impossible to suppress.

"To be killed by two Soul Saints—what an ignorant fool!"

"But that fool was right about one thing. On this continent, strength is ultimately supreme."

Just as Yu Xiaogang was reveling in his excitement, a low voice filled with killing intent suddenly rang out.

The terrifying murderous aura made Yu Xiaogang whirl around, his face filled with shock.

A second person had appeared in his room without making the slightest sound!

That voice sounded so familiar. It seemed to be Tang San!

Could Tang Wulin and the others have learned of his plan long ago?

How was that possible? How could a Soul Emperor have detected the arrival of two Soul Saints in advance?

Yu Xiaogang turned sharply, intending to summon Luo Sanpao and attack.

But in the next moment, his body was kicked flying, and the familiar Eight-Stage Throw was once again unleashed brutally upon him.

The intense pain instantly left him on the verge of unconsciousness.

"Tang San, Xiao Wu, what are you doing?"

"I'm a teacher at Notting Academy, and my father is the clan head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If you dare attack me, my father won't let you off."

"You have no idea how terrifying a Titled Douluo is."

Xiao Wu's attacks showed no mercy, while Tang San's voice was filled with killing intent.

No matter how foolish Yu Xiaogang was, he understood at that moment that he had fallen into an enormous crisis.

He truly did not want to die. He wanted to live. He had not yet proven himself, had not yet made his theories famous across the continent, and had not yet slapped the faces of those who looked down on him until they swelled. He absolutely could not fall here.

To survive, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to invoke his father's name once again, attempting to use the prestige of Thunder Douluo to intimidate Tang San and Xiao Wu.

"A Titled Douluo, the clan head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—so what?"

"You dared to harbor killing intent toward our teacher. You have already earned a death sentence, but we won't kill you today!"

Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his intimidation had worked. He was about to beg for mercy and soften his attitude to put the matter behind them when strands of Blue Silver King vines rose from the ground, paralyzing and binding him.

"You... What are you going to do?"

This sudden turn of events gave Yu Xiaogang an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

"You dared to harbor killing intent toward our teacher. You have already earned a death sentence, but death would be too easy for you."

"Today, we'll castrate you as punishment."

"Remember, from today onward, you are no longer Yu Xiaogang. You are not some so-called Grandmaster. You're nothing more than a rootless old eunuch!"