The Helpless Su Yuntao, Tang Hao Makes His Move!

The awakening effects of my Martial Souls really are pretty damn cool.

But with effects this over-the-top, will everything really be okay?

Apparently... it really will!

Lu Xuan stopped dwelling on it and turned his attention to his Martial Souls.

He lowered his head, staring intently at his hands.

In his right hand, he loosely gripped a long greatsword that was blood-red from tip to hilt.

Ancient, eerie dark-gold patterns were engraved along its blade.

It seemed to run with blood. Merely looking at it, he felt a murderous aura like mountains of corpses and seas of blood rush toward him.

Super Martial Soul—Asura Sword.

It was not a divine-grade Martial Soul, because it was only the Asura Sword.

With the word "God" added, it would be the Asura God's Super Divine Artifact—the Asura God Sword!

Only that would be a divine-grade Martial Soul.

This Asura Sword was merely a Super Martial Soul, but that was more than enough!

Isn't this cooler than the Seven Kill Sword?

Meanwhile, the right half of Lu Xuan's body was covered in dazzling phantoms of crimson-gold feathers.

A clear, piercing cry rang out.

A pair of golden wings burst open behind him.

The terrifying heat scorched even the surrounding space, making it twist slightly.

Super Martial Soul—Three-Legged Golden Crow!

The Golden Crow was a legendary divine bird.

Lu Xuan vaguely remembered someone awakening a Golden Crow Martial Soul in Douluo II.

Yet someone with a Golden Crow Martial Soul had somehow lacked ultimate fire. All he could say was that their Golden Crow was not pure!

In the corner, Su Yuntao gazed at Lu Xuan's two Martial Souls in extraordinary excitement.

His hands trembled as he presented the blue crystal ball for testing Soul Power to Lu Xuan, cradling it like a priceless treasure.

Su Yuntao swallowed. "Come on, child, hurry... put your hand on it and let your big brother see your innate Soul Power!"

This was the most nerve-racking moment.

After all, however dazzling a Martial Soul looked, it meant nothing if the innate Soul Power was poor.

Besides, Spirit Hall had encountered cases where a Martial Soul Awakening produced spectacular effects, only for the child's Soul Power to be level two or three.

In the end, innate Soul Power had to do the talking!

With a thought, Lu Xuan withdrew both his Martial Souls.

The light inside the room receded like the tide.

The temperature dropped along with it.

He stepped forward and gently pressed his small, fair hand against the blue crystal ball.

In an instant, a terrifying suction surged from the crystal ball.

Then the formerly dim blue crystal ball erupted with azure light more blinding than the sun!

The light instantly filled the entire crystal ball and continued swelling madly outward!

The next moment—

Crack!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, followed by a bang.

The expensive blue crystal ball actually burst under the pressure of the abyss-deep, ocean-vast Soul Power inside Lu Xuan!

It turned into countless tiny blue motes that vanished into the air.

Of course, that did not mean Lu Xuan's Soul Power was already unrivaled under heaven.

Rather, these testing balls, made specifically for children whose Martial Souls had just awakened, could only measure up to level ten.

Lu Xuan, however, truly possessed level-twenty innate Soul Power!

He looked at the fragments scattered across the floor.

Lu Xuan abruptly pulled his hand back. It broke, but that has nothing to do with me.

Please don't make me pay for it. I don't have any money right now.

"Good child! A genius! An unparalleled genius!"

Su Yuntao drew a sharp, deep breath, forced down the heart that felt ready to leap out of his chest, and grabbed Lu Xuan's shoulders, asking with feverish eyes.

"Are you willing to join Spirit Hall?!"

"With your talent, Spirit Hall will spare no resources to nurture you! His Holiness the Pope might even take you as his personal disciple!"

Even Su Yuntao's breath felt scorching now.

If he could bring this peerless prodigy back to Spirit Hall, the rewards from his superiors would surely send him soaring into the heavens!

Promotions and honors would be a matter of course.

Sisi, the beautiful deacon at the branch who haunted his every dream, would definitely see him in a new light.

His bright future of winning the beauty's heart lay right before his eyes!

Yet Lu Xuan gently freed himself from Su Yuntao's hands, took half a step back, and shook his head politely but decisively. "I'm sorry, Deacon, but I don't want to join Spirit Hall."

Su Yuntao: Did you really have to take that half-step back? Such a tiny movement, yet it hurts so much!

Are you kidding? I have someone backing me now!

Now that he had drawn a guardian, why would he need to live under Spirit Hall's roof at its mercy?

That was Leng Yaozhu!

The level-ninety-nine Limit Douluo from twenty thousand years in the future, equipped with four-word Battle Armor—Heavenly Phoenix Douluo!

Moreover, Leng Yaozhu was a beauty. More importantly, she had remained single since birth because of Yun Ming.

So she was still a virgin!

Ahem... getting sidetracked.

In this era, what did a level-ninety-nine Limit Douluo plus four-word Battle Armor mean?

It meant one word—invincible!

Furthermore, Leng Yaozhu's Martial Soul was the Heavenly Phoenix, an excellent match for his Golden Crow Martial Soul. She could even teach him to fight!

With her by his side, whether he became a carefree, independent Soul Master...

Or established his own faction, he could swagger across the Douluo Continent without anyone standing in his way!

At that thought, the corners of Lu Xuan's mouth curled uncontrollably upward, and he let out a villain's wild laughter in his heart. Heh heh heh! Little Tang San, tremble!

"Well... won't you reconsider?"

"Spirit Hall really offers the best treatment on the entire continent! If you change your mind, you can come find me at the Spirit Hall Branch in Nuoding City anytime!"

Unwilling to give up, Su Yuntao made one final, desperate attempt.

But as he watched Lu Xuan's departing figure, without the slightest trace of reluctance, Su Yuntao's outstretched hand froze in midair.

The helplessness of watching his imminent rise to wealth and glory slip through his fingers brought tears to his eyes.

It felt exactly like being an impotent husband.

He could only watch as another man stood up and pounded his wife—a woman he treated with such care that he could barely bear to touch her—while he was powerless to stop it!

One word: helpless.

Meanwhile.

At the far end of Holy Soul Village.

Inside that dilapidated, dimly lit smithy.

Tang Hao, who had been lying in bed in a drunken stupor, reeking of alcohol, opened his eyes!

A faint gleam actually appeared in those murky eyes.

As a Titled Douluo, he had keenly detected the pressure coming from the Spirit Hall Branch in the center of the village, a pressure that frightened even his Martial Soul.

"This pressure... how is this possible?!"

Tang Hao sat upright, disbelief written all over his face.

"A true dragon has actually flown out of this wretched village in the middle of nowhere?!"

Once the shock passed, Tang Hao's gaze gradually changed.

Undisguised greed and calculation spread wildly through his eyes.

"With such terrifying talent, if left unchecked, he will surely become a great threat."

"But if I capture him, brainwash him, and bring him under my control..."

"He could help me take revenge on Spirit Hall and form the core of Little San's followers."

Tang Hao muttered to himself.

His rough, large hands involuntarily clenched.

What? You thought Tang Hao was far too lawless?

Although his serious injuries had yet to heal and his strength was no longer at its peak...

Here in Holy Soul Village, a remote hamlet without even a decent Soul Master, no one could stop him!

He was an absolute god here!

"Little fellow, following me won't be a bad deal for you. After all, I am the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent!"

Tang Hao's figure instantly melted into the shadows.

Silently, he darted toward the Spirit Hall Branch in the village.