Tang San roared madly in his heart.
His tiny fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His fingernails had even dug deeply into his palms from the excessive force, drops of crimson blood falling down, yet he could not feel the slightest physical pain.
Because at that moment, his entire mind had been completely swallowed by an abyss called despair and helplessness.
In his previous life, he had been the lofty Sea God and Asura God!
Wielding the authority of a God King and leading the Tang Sect, he had been the continent's sole savior!
In his eyes, Spirit Hall had merely been villains who brought ruin upon themselves, something he could destroy with a wave of his hand.
But in this life, everyone had been reborn.
Tang Hao, the father he trusted and depended on most, had had his arm broken before Tang San could even awaken his Martial Soul. Now, he lay unconscious like a dead dog.
The Four Single-Attribute Clans he had been proudest of in his previous life had each stood at the pinnacle of their respective fields.
Niu Gao's Defensive Clan had been his strongest shield in his previous life!
Yet now, before that Spirit Hall Holy Son named Ye Yuan, that shield had not even lasted a second before being completely dissolved by that bizarre Primordial Light!
"Level thirty-nine... three ten-thousand-year black Soul Rings... What exactly was the origin of that sword? Why could it directly dissolve Soul Power defenses?!"
Tang San bit down hard on his childish lip. Though countless stone walls separated them, he seemed to see that youth in white, as immaculate as snow and strikingly handsome, standing in the sky.
That irresistible helplessness and fear of the unknown became tangible at that instant.
"Dad is crippled, Grandpa Gu is ruined... Now even the Defensive Clan's defenses cannot stop him at all..."
"Heaven is unfair! Why... why must it torment me, Tang San, like this?!"
The five-year-old child lay beside the cold stone bed, staring at the still-unconscious Tang Hao. His eyes reddened, and tears finally flowed uncontrollably as he broke down in voiceless sobs.
"Haha, Xiao Yuan, you're amazing!"
In midair, Qian Renxue looked at Niu Gao, who had collapsed limply onto the ground, her lovely face filled with pride.
With a flash, she landed directly beside Ye Yuan and naturally hooked her arm around his, nearly pressing her whole body against him.
Bibi Dong also drifted gracefully down. Her dark purple cheongsam fluttered loudly in the wind, displaying both the Pope's nobility and allure.
She gently stroked Ye Yuan's forehead, her phoenix eyes brimming with affection.
"As expected of Dong'er's Xiao Yuan. Once Genesis Nullification is unleashed, every defensive Soul Master in the world becomes a joke."
Ye Yuan withdrew the Primal Genesis Sword. Looking at the terrifying result of his strike, his heart churned violently.
Holy crap, this is way too powerful!
City defenses enhanced by a Soul Douluo, plus his Eighth Soul Skill, were truly like air before my sword, directly regressing into primordial Soul Power... Isn't this cheat a little too shameless?!
"Huyan Zhen."
Bibi Dong's warmth vanished, and her icy voice instantly brought the surrounding temperature down to freezing.
"Your subordinate is here!"
Huyan Zhen hurried over at a trot, his face full of fawning eagerness.
"Take your men inside and search for Tang Hao, his son, and Gu Rong. As for the Defensive Clan..."
Bibi Dong coldly swept her gaze over the pale-faced Niu Gao.
"Anyone who resists is to be killed on the spot."
"Understood!"
With a sinister grin, Huyan Zhen unleashed his Soul Rings and charged into the residence with the Elephant Armor School and the Holy Emperor Warriors.
Meanwhile, outside Longxing City.
Yu Xiaogang supported himself against the city gate as he looked at the Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Dragon circling in the sky and listened to the faint sounds of fighting coming from within the city. His legs gave way, and with a thud, he collapsed once more onto the dusty street.
"They're... they're fighting again!"
"Xiao San... you mustn't die... Your teacher, your teacher came too late again..."
The Grandmaster clawed at the dirt, tears mixing with mud as he cried like a two-hundred-pound child.
Inside the underground chamber, the oil lamp's flame swayed violently.
Hearing the tremendous crash of the black iron gate above collapsing, as well as the fierce tremors caused by the backlash of Soul Power, the atmosphere in the chamber was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Tang San bit down hard on his childish lip and forcibly held back the despairing tears at the corners of his eyes.
The will from his previous life forced him to calm down, but his emotions fluctuated too violently. The Mystic Heaven Skill within his body fell into disorder, and he could not help coughing up another mouthful of black blood.
"Old Niu has been defeated! The defenses of the Niu residence were broken by a single strike!"
Beside him, Bai He, the Min Clan's leader, was deathly pale. His eagle-sharp eyes were now filled with horror.
"There is something strange about that white-clothed youth's sword energy. It can actually dismantle Old Niu's Soul Power outright! If we stay here, we'll all die!"
"Damn it! This old man will go fight those bastards!"
Titan roared with red eyes. The Vigorous Gorilla Martial Soul instantly possessed him, and the muscles all over his body swelled explosively.
"Grandpa Titan, don't be impulsive!"
Tang San tightly grabbed the hem of Titan's clothes, his childish voice carrying calmness and decisiveness.
"Dad and Elder Gu Rong are both severely injured and unconscious. With just you and Grandpa Bai He, you cannot stop Spirit Hall's several Titled Douluo. Grandpa Niu Gao risked his life to buy us time. We have to leave!"
Although Tang San wished he could tear Spirit Hall into ten thousand pieces, he understood even more clearly that rushing out now would be courting death.
"The Young Master is right!" Bai He grabbed Titan.
"When Old Niu built this residence, he secretly dug an underground passage beneath the shrine table in the chamber that leads directly outside the city. Hurry, go!"
Titan nearly ground his teeth to pieces. Though he felt utterly aggrieved, he still stomped his foot fiercely.
He bent down and carried the unconscious Tang Hao onto his back, then scooped up the mobility-impaired Tang San.
Meanwhile, Bai He, the fastest among them, gently wrapped his Soul Power around the severely injured and unconscious Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.
Boom!
Titan shattered the hidden bricks beneath the shrine table in the chamber with a single palm strike, revealing a pitch-black underground passage.
Without any hesitation, the four instantly turned into several afterimages and plunged headfirst into the dark, damp tunnel, fleeing madly along it toward the outskirts of Longxing City.
At the same time, inside the Defensive Clan's residence above ground.
Huyan Zhen grinned viciously, his eight Soul Rings blazing as he led the Elephant Armor School's direct disciples and a group of Holy Emperor Warriors in turning the entire residence upside down like a pack of wolves and tigers.
Half an hour later, Huyan Zhen emerged from the depths of the residence, drenched in cold sweat and scrambling on all fours.
Thud!
He knelt fearfully before Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, his voice trembling.
"R-Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, Holy Son! This subordinate searched the entire Niu residence with his men, but the underground chamber is already empty! We found a hidden passage beneath the shrine table that was just activated. Judging by the direction of the residual Soul Power... Tang Hao, his son, and Gu Rong have already escaped out of the city through the passage!"
"They ran away again!"
Qian Renxue's delicate brows shot up, and frost instantly covered her exquisite face. Tugging at Ye Yuan's arm, she stamped her foot in frustration.
"Those rats from the Clear Sky School are useless in a fight, but their skill at digging tunnels and running away is number one on the entire continent! I'm furious!"
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