Tang Ya's eyes were blurred with tears as she looked at the layers of City Defense Army blockades ahead and the ill-intentioned Iron Blood Sect pursuers behind. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out, then nodded forcefully.
"In the future, I won't be able to accompany you on your journey, Xiao Ya. Forgive your father..."
Tang Ce's gaze was filled with reluctance as he took one last look at his daughter.
Then he slowly raised his head.
"Go!"
Following Tang Ce's explosive shout.
Tang Ya's delicate figure within his arms darted out like lightning, her form resembling a phantom as she left trail after trail of shadows in her wake, which was precisely the Tang Sect Secret Arts Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
"Stop her!"
The head of the Iron Blood Sect, Tie Li, narrowed his eyelids.
He directed the members of the Iron Blood Sect to pursue and intercept her.
But the very next instant...
"Peacock Plume!"
The entire courtyard was as if caught in a torrential downpour.
Blood mist splashed in all directions...
"Peacock Plume..."
Xu Cheng furrowed his brow slightly as he looked at the dozens of people around him, who had been pierced into hedgehogs in a single instant with blood mist filling the air, a rather horrifying scene.
In the original work, Tang Sect Hidden Weapons ranked third, containing 365 hidden weapons and divided into twelve categories including penetration, shrapnel, and deadly poison. Furthermore, the hidden weapons crafted by Tang San could even pierce through the defenses of Soul Saint-tier powerhouses, including the Martial Soul Avatar...
One could see just how tyrannical their might was.
Yet the ones used by this Tang Ce fell far short by more than a star or two.
Even Tie Li not far away was only heavily injured and not completely dead...
The decline of the Tang Sect.
Xu Cheng pondered.
Could it be that when the God King Tang ascended to the divine realm, he took the true methods of crafting hidden weapons away with him, leaving behind versions that were highly likely to be castrated editions.
As expected of you, God King Tang.
"This Tang Sect has indeed declined..."
Wu Yun's gaze was filled with pity.
"Make your move."
Xu Cheng waved his hand.
His gaze remained calm without a ripple.
Run!
Tang Ya only repeated this single word in her heart.
Her delicate figure burst forth with astonishing power, and Blue Silver Grass surged out from both sides, obstructing the footsteps of those pursuing and hunting her.
"Peacock Plume!"
That familiar voice rang out from behind.
Tang Ya's eyes stung, and she forcefully held back her tears from falling as she continued to charge forward.
She knew that this was her father buying time for her.
"Rip!"
The Blue Silver Grass was severed at the roots.
A pitch-black figure abruptly charged over.
An iron fist on his right arm violently swelled a size larger, and Tie Tang wore a ferocious, sneering look in his eyes. As the son of the Iron Blood Sect master, wiping out the Tang Sect and eliminating this arrogant, domineering little girl from the past-
With this, his Iron Blood Sect would gain a firm footing within Heaven Dou City!
Therefore... Tang Ya had to die!
Tie Tang's strike was extremely tricky.
With two surrounding individuals helping out by cutting away the obstruction of Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass, he seized the opportunity to throw a punch without holding back the slightest bit of strength.
Even though he was only a level 22 Soul Grandmaster, it was still enough to deal with a little girl.
The iron fist drew closer and closer, and Tang Ya also managed to turn her head with difficulty, her gaze filled with Tie Li's ferocious reflection.
"I can't die!"
Tang Ya's pretty eyes shrank abruptly.
Gritting her teeth, she freed her right hand.
Dragon Capturing and Crane Controlling!
Using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, this grappling technique failed to fend off Tie Tang's attack, yet it successfully deflected it by a few fractions.
Even with the deflection, however, this strike still slammed heavily into the young girl's shoulder...
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the corners of the young girl's mouth became all the more vivid red, though her pretty face turned a shade paler in an instant.
Her body flew high into the air like a broken sack of grain, and then heavily smashed into a stone wall.
"Breaking Stone Sect..."
A flash of surprise crossed Tang Ya's face, followed immediately by despair.
The master of the sect inside this wall was her father's dearest and most trusted friend.
Yet upon hearing such a great commotion tonight, the doors remained tightly shut, and no one dared to appear...
It was obvious to all that they were simply protecting themselves.
Yet even these uncles and close friends who had been amiable in the past were unwilling to make a move, so who on earth would save her now...
Tang Ya slowly closed her pretty eyes.
Yet for a long time, the iron fist never landed on her head, and instead the surroundings fell into a dead silence.
"..."
When she opened her eyes once more.
Tang Ya's pupils shrank violently.
She saw that Tie Li's fist was suspended not far from her, but his entire person seemed to have lost his wits, his movements frozen right down to the earthy-yellow Soul Power lingering around his body...
Scanning her surroundings again, it was similarly deathly still.
Only a single massive blood eye was hanging upside down in mid-air at some unknown point, casting down a bloody radiance and appearing exceptionally bizarre.
"Just what on earth has happened?!!"
Tang Ya's heart was filled with terror, yet she tightly covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.
This scene had completely exceeded her comprehension.
"Tang Ya..."
A figure quietly materialized.
The black robe made him appear all the more unfathomably mysterious.
Xu Cheng closely appraised the young girl whose looks were praised to the heavens in the original work of Douluo II, and slightly nodded.
A pointed chin, light blue eyes, a proudly held neck as white and elegant as a white swan, and skin as white as porcelain-she was the prototype of a supreme beauty.
Because of Soul Power on the Douluo Continent, as long as they were Soul Masters, they matured very early unless they suffered from malnutrition.
Thus, even though she was only an eleven-year-old girl, her height was already a full meter and six or so, leaving only her pretty face slightly tender and childish...
"Who are you?"
Tang Ya asked cautiously.
"Do you want revenge?"
"..."
"I do!"
Tang Ya suddenly froze in a daze.
Beneath the opposite black robes, a pair of blood-colored eyes were revealed, appearing exceptionally bewitching, yet all at once, a ball of intense fury suddenly surged up within her own body.
Memories flashed across her mind.
To protect her, her mother had been killed by the invading Iron Blood Sect.
To cover her retreat, her father had unleashed his trump-card hidden weapon to perish together with the enemy.
All the disciples of the Tang Sect had died in this catastrophe.
Her home was gone...
Where else could Xiao Ya go?
"Join the Holy Spirit Cult, and I will help you get your revenge."
This voice seemed to carry a unique charm, slowly stirring up the deepest killing intent and bloodlust within Tang Ya's heart.
"I... will join!"
"Tsk... kid, your eye for people is simply something else."
Wu Yun stared dumbfoundedly at the scene below.
Countless thick stalks of Blue Silver Grass roared out from the ground, tinged with a dark purple hue as they continuously eroded the lives of the people all around.
Under Wu Yun's suppression, these people could only watch helplessly as one family member and friend after another passed away before their very eyes, yet they were powerless to do anything while their hands and feet refused to obey their control.
As for Tang Ya, she also stepped atop a thick stalk of Blue Silver Grass, her pupils completely dyed in a sheet of blood red.
"Kill! Kill them all!"
Every time a life passed away, her strength grew a fraction stronger.
Her Soul Power, which was originally around level eleven, now violently surged to level twenty, lacking only a single Soul Ring to break through to a Soul Grandmaster.
Such a rate of advancement could not be described as anything less than terrifying.
Even a veteran Evil Soul Master like Wu Yun clicked his tongue in amazement at the sight.
What a genius!
Even looking across the entire Holy Spirit Cult, she was a top-tier genius!
Cult Saintess material right there!
"How... how did you discover this?"
Wu Yun looked curiously at Xu Cheng.
The latter smiled without answering.
"Damn it, you riddle-mongers always..."
"All right, it's about to end." Xu Cheng's smile faded [withdrew]. "By the way, let's take care of a few small fry."
"Hmph hmph..."
Wu Yun curled his lips.
His gaze also looked toward the distant horizon.
In the pitch-black night sky, several figures were slowly approaching.
Their auras were laid bare for all to see.
"Which puny scoundrels dare come to Heaven Dou City to cause trouble!"
An aura of a Soul Douluo surged upward, and the voice spread throughout the entire Heaven Dou City.
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