"Oh?"
"You seem to have a profound misunderstanding of my strength."
Lu Xuan slowly curled his lips.
Clad in blue, he stood amid the golden light like a graceful gentleman-the polar opposite of Tang Hao's current appearance as an enraged beggar.
Tang Hao seemed to realize this too.
They were both Titled Douluos, and he believed his talent and strength were no worse than this mysterious young man's. Why did the other man look so noble when they stood together?
Anger rose in his heart, and malice emboldened him.
Tang Hao abruptly raised his massive hammer.
"A misunderstanding?"
"Enough of your mystifying tricks! Today, I'll show you the ultimate power of the world's greatest tool martial soul!"
Nine Soul Rings appeared, and the pressure unique to a level-95 Titled Douluo enveloped Lu Xuan.
"Boy! There's still time to admit your mistake. As long as you agree to become Little San's Dao Protector and submit to my Clear Sky Sect, I can give you a chance to live."
"Otherwise..."
Tang Hao's unfinished threat abruptly died on his lips, for the nine Soul Rings slowly rising beneath Lu Xuan's feet had already given him an answer.
"Heh..."
"Very good!"
"A mere firefly dares to compete with the brilliant moon!"
"Today, I'll see just what tricks that Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul of yours has!"
"I hope you won't die too boring a death!"
Divine Slaughter's Domain unfolded!
Tang Hao's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and he panted like an ox.
It wasn't as though he had never seen Ah Yin use her Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. In truth, Tang Hao looked down on Blue Silver Grass from the bottom of his heart.
Its attack power was feeble, its control limited; only its vitality deserved any praise. Blue Silver Grass might have a place among support Soul Masters, but in combat?
Heh...
Even knowing that Lu Xuan's level was far higher than his, and that his opponent possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring just as he did, Tang Hao was still confident he could overcome the stronger foe and defeat him.
However...
A blood-reeking wind rose on all sides, and thunder rumbled.
Heaven and earth changed color as Lu Xuan slowly rose into the air.
He said nothing, but amid the flashing lightning and rolling thunder, a streak of pure crimson emerged behind the nine Soul Rings beneath his feet.
Tang Hao was dumbstruck.
All the confidence he had just built up vanished in an instant.
"Wh-what? Ten Soul Rings?"
"How is that possible? Why do you have ten Soul Rings? How can a tenth Soul Ring exist in this world?"
Tang Hao's clouded eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and two red!
He rubbed his eyes again and finally confirmed that there really were ten Soul Rings beneath Lu Xuan's feet.
Not only that, an aura of utmost brutality and slaughter erupted from Lu Xuan's body, merged with the golden motes of light, and scattered his Divine Slaughter's Domain outright.
Second Martial Soul · Yazi · Martial Soul Possession!
Two golden dragon horns slowly grew from Lu Xuan's head. The clear whites of his eyes turned pitch-black, setting off his blue pupils, while three fine black-and-gold markings appeared on each cheek.
This appearance lent him an eerie air, like a refined villain who had turned to darkness, or a tyrannical king.
"N-no, that's not right! You have twin martial souls! You have twin martial souls too!"
Tang Hao finally realized something was wrong!
One person could not possess ten Soul Rings. The only reasonable explanation was that Lu Xuan also possessed twin martial souls-and could use both simultaneously.
Tang Hao panicked, and at the same time, his mind supplied a reason for Lu Xuan taking Tang San as his disciple.
He wanted to yield, admit his mistake, and clear up this misunderstanding.
But having completed his Yazi Martial Soul Possession, Lu Xuan was no longer his usual easygoing self.
"Kneel!"
Standing in the air, Lu Xuan gazed down imperiously at everything before him. His furious shout frightened Tang Hao so badly that his body went rigid.
Yazi was combative by nature!
During the era of Douluo II, even Xuan Zi's incomplete Taotie bloodline had afflicted him with gluttony. How could Lu Xuan, who now possessed a complete dragon bloodline and had undergone Martial Soul Possession, remain unaffected?
Now Tang Hao wanted to turn weapons of war into jade and silk? Too late!
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to kneel!"
Lu Xuan closed his right hand around empty air, and a blue-and-gold longsword abruptly took shape.
The pressure of a level-99 Peerless Douluo alone left Tang Hao unable to breathe.
Thud!
Tang Hao's knees buckled, and he dropped heavily to the ground.
"I failed to recognize Mount Tai before my eyes and offended you, Senior."
"I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, Senior."
As the old saying went, a wise man understood the times.
Even Tang Hao had to consider who he was facing before putting on airs!
If Lu Xuan had truly been nothing more than a Blue Silver Grass Titled Douluo, killing him today would have been an effortless matter.
But if Lu Xuan was a Peerless Douluo with twin martial souls, Tang Hao would not dare overstep again even if someone lent him several more measures of courage.
"You wanted to attack me just now?"
Lu Xuan's words rang out with a Brahma Sound, reverberating through heaven and earth.
Tang Hao could only bury his head in the dirt. "I wouldn't dare!"
As arrogant as Tang Hao had been before, he was equally abject now.
Use the secret technique of Ring Detonation to fight to the death? What a joke. Level 99 put Lu Xuan on par with his grandfather, Tang Chen.
Lu Xuan's second martial soul clearly carried an aura of utmost brutality and slaughter, and its quality surpassed even the world's greatest beast martial soul he had once seen-the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. How desperate for death would Tang Hao have to be to resist?
He still had to witness his son Tang San's growth, revive the Clear Sky Sect, and take revenge on Spirit Hall. How could he throw away his life for a moment's bravado?
"Senior, I'm Little San's father. Please spare me for Little San's sake."
"Spare you?" A savage smile tugged at Lu Xuan's lips.
"Very well! Cut off one of your arms today, and I'll spare your life."
"Wh-what?"
"Senior, I'm Little San's father..."
Slash!
Tang Hao raised his head to protest, hoping to keep pleading for leniency, but what greeted him was a streak of blue-and-gold sword light tinged with dark red.
In a single instant, his right arm was severed at the shoulder.
"Aaargh!"
Agony struck, and Tang Hao let out a series of low, desperately restrained roars as he clutched the wound that kept spurting blood.
His right arm had been fused with a Soul Bone, and he had once relied on it to raise his Soul Power by several levels. Now that the Soul Bone had been stripped away, his cultivation unsurprisingly began to plummet as well.
Within a few breaths, he fell from his original level of 95 to 91.
Even the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring beneath his feet dimmed somewhat.
Lu Xuan lowered his gaze, his expression brimming with contempt.
"Noisy!"
"Did you think I was negotiating with you?"
With a beckoning gesture, he sent several stalks of Blue Silver Grass winding around the severed right arm.
He activated their devouring power. After roughly two or three seconds, the flesh turned to drifting ash, leaving a dark-red Right Arm Soul Bone exposed in the air.
"I'll take this Soul Bone as compensation for your offense for now. Get lost."
Tang Hao watched helplessly as the Blue Silver Grass presented the Soul Bone to Lu Xuan. He pressed his lips together and ground his teeth for a long while, but ultimately forced out a few words.
"Thank you, Senior."
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