Tang Hao Falls to Soul Saint

Wuhen had not intended to pay Tang Hao any attention, but the other man had actually dared to reveal killing intent toward his lord.

That meant he could not ignore him.

In his view, someone like this should simply be killed. However, when he transmitted his voice to ask his lord, his lord said that cutting off one of Tang Hao's arms would suffice.

Though Wuhen did not quite understand, he could only comply.

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes, his gaze continuously sweeping over Wuhen.

"You may be strong, but..."

"Buzz~"

Before Tang Hao could finish speaking, nearly transparent Sword Qi abruptly materialized around him, tightly enclosing his body.

The Sword Qi hovered almost against his skin, leaving him without even the slightest room to move, much less summon his Martial Soul and counterattack.

If he dared make the tiniest unusual movement, the other party could take his life in an instant.

Tang Hao's heart sank to the depths.

From beginning to end, the other party had made no movement. He had not summoned his Martial Soul, released any Spirit Rings, or even changed his expression.

Where had that Sword Qi come from?

Only at this moment did Tang Hao finally understand just how vast the gap between them was.

"Who exactly are you?"

Tang Hao glared fiercely at Wuhen, gritting his teeth.

"I do not wish to repeat myself."

Wuhen was like a man with a frozen face; his expression did not change in the slightest.

Tang Hao unconsciously clenched his fists, but even that small motion caused his hands to touch the nearby Sword Qi.

The sharp Sword Qi pierced his skin without any obstruction.

Even so, Tang Hao did not loosen his fists.

Since beginning his cultivation, he had never felt as powerless as he did now.

He was the great Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo in the Spirit Master world. Was he truly going to be forced by a single sentence to sever one of his own arms today?

He had a full set of Spirit Bones.

Severing an arm meant losing one of those Spirit Bones.

The reason he had become the youngest Titled Douluo in the Spirit Master world was precisely because those Spirit Bones had raised his soul power level.

In other words...

If he lost a Spirit Bone, his cultivation would certainly fall along with it.

It was not impossible for him to fall out of the Titled Douluo realm.

How could he possibly accept defeat just like this?

But...

Refusing to concede did not seem to offer any other way to save himself.

"Since you lack the courage, allow me to lend you a hand."

Wuhen formed a sword with his fingers. As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed twice through the air.

Two nearly transparent streaks of Sword Qi suddenly tore through the air.

"Damn it!"

Tang Hao cursed furiously through gritted teeth, but the Sword Qi around him instantly pierced his skin. Though the wounds were not deep, they still forced him to refrain from making the slightest movement.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The two streaks of Sword Qi, one high and one low, severed Tang Hao's left arm and right leg at their roots.

Having lost his balance, Tang Hao immediately toppled toward the ground.

Fortunately, the Sword Qi around him dispersed at that instant. Otherwise, that fall would have killed him outright.

"This is the price of asking me for help."

As Yu Heng spoke, he reached out and made a pulling motion. The severed arm and leg instantly flew into his hand.

His lord had said Tang Hao possessed a full set of Spirit Bones.

There were Spirit Bones in both his arm and leg, so they could not be left with him.

"Ugh..."

Tang Hao lay in a pool of blood, unable to stop himself from groaning in pain.

"You are very fortunate. If I did not already possess a right arm bone, then what you would have lost should have been your right arm—the arm that holds chopsticks and your Martial Soul."

His lord had said the Spirit Bones belonged to him, so naturally Wuhen had to choose the ones he needed.

Tang Hao raised his head and glared at him viciously.

That damned bastard had made him fall directly from a Titled Douluo to level seventy-five. With only the strength of a Soul Saint, how was he supposed to seek revenge against Spirit Hall?

"Remember this: if you dare reveal even the slightest killing intent toward my lord, Lin Chen, again, then there will be no need for you to remain alive."

After leaving behind those words, Wuhen's figure abruptly vanished from the rooftop.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply.

His lord?

Lin Chen?

Was this some kind of joke?

That being, who had left him with no room to resist whatsoever, actually called that kid his lord? Just what was that kid's background?

Even the Holy Son of Spirit Hall could not command such a person, could he?

Was there actually such a hidden force on the continent?

Lin Chen led Xiao Wu and the others to an open clearing in the small forest behind the mountain.

Tang San stood at a distance and looked at Lin Chen. "Lin Chen, if you lose today's soul battle, you must apologize to my teacher."

Lin Chen smiled. "No problem. But what if you lose?"

Tang San's expression froze.

He had never considered the possibility that he would lose, so naturally he had not thought of a wager.

Xiao Wu feigned shock. "Seriously? You only thought about what would happen if the other person lost? Is that overconfidence, or are you just naturally shameless?"

Tang San should have been angry at such mockery.

Yet for some reason, when he saw Xiao Wu's adorable face, not only could he not get angry, but he even felt inexplicably ashamed.

"What do you want?"

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu as he asked, as though Xiao Wu were the person he had made the bet with.

Xiao Wu was speechless. "Are you sick? You're betting against Lin Chen, not me. Shouldn't you be asking Lin Chen about the wager?"

Tang San's little face could not help turning red.

Fortunately, his skin was rather dark, so the faint blush was not very visible.

He turned to Lin Chen. "What do you want?"

As though he had thought of something, an evil smile suddenly appeared on Lin Chen's face.

"If you lose, go ahead and slap the Grandmaster."

Tang San flew into a rage. "Lin Chen, are you really courting death?"

Lin Chen spread his hands.

"If you have the ability, then feel free to try. But do not blame me for failing to warn you—the consequences of losing will be very serious."

Tang San narrowed his eyes, and a trace of killing intent involuntarily flashed through them. However, it was suppressed in an instant.

"Come!"

Lin Chen waved a hand, and Xiao Wu and the others immediately retreated to the side.

At that very instant, Tang San charged at Lin Chen with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track beneath his feet.

He was extremely fast, so fast that Xiao Wu and the others could not see his figure clearly at all.

The distance of more than ten meters was crossed in an instant.

Yet in Lin Chen's eyes, his speed was like slow motion.

"Too slow."

Lin Chen stepped forward with his right foot, raised his hand, and swung a slap.

His movement appeared slow, but Tang San had not reacted by the time the slap landed, taking it squarely across the face.

Smack!

A crisp slap rang out. Tang San felt a heavy blow strike his left cheek, and his entire body was instantly knocked to the ground.

"How is this possible?"

Tang San clutched his face as he lay half-sprawled on the ground, disbelief covering his face.

How could Lin Chen be so fast?

"You still dare lose focus?"

Lin Chen lifted his right foot and fiercely kicked Tang San in the abdomen.

Bang!

Tang San's body slid across the ground until he crashed into a tree and finally came to a stop.

"Urgh..."

The moment he stopped, he immediately bent over and began dry-heaving.

Lin Chen's kick had sent his stomach churning.

Xiao Wu: "..."

Classmates: "..."

The gap was far too great. Tang San had not had the slightest chance to fight back.