Douluo Dalu: Transforming Soul Rings into Soul Veins

Bibi Dong looked at the frowning Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

She asked faintly, "Is there a problem, Sword Douluo?"

Chen Xin gazed at a remote place in Spirit City.

"Over there, isn't Your Majesty the Pontiff going to take a look?"

Bibi Dong chuckled.

"What's there to see? It's just an uninteresting farce.

If you all wish to see, you can go together and take a look.

This one will not be going."

The Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, and the Ghost Douluo looked at each other. The latter's figure flashed and disappeared from here.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at the somewhat restless soul power environment over there.

He said to Yu Luomian, "Let's go take a look as well."

"Mmm..."

The other factions also sent out their people one after another, rushing towards a wooden house in Spirit City.

Just now, as the four great families were leaving the venue, Yang Wudi, who was walking at the very front, suddenly felt a familiar soul power fluctuation.

Although its intensity was very, very weak, the aura would never change. There was no mistake.

"Tang Hao!—"

Killing intent arose in Yang Wudi's eyes. This was the person who had caused his own clan to fall into such a state.

To think he was still lingering on here.

He had merely been stripped of his lifetime of cultivation.

To be able to survive in the world...

This was simply against heavenly justice.

Swoosh—

"Old Goat, where are you going!?"

Bai He was shocked. The speed Yang Wudi displayed was actually able to catch up to him for a moment.

"To kill someone!"

On Yang Wudi's chiseled, hard-lined face, his eyes at this moment were sinister, giving people a chilling feeling.

His lean and tall figure continuously pulsed with soul power fluctuations.

A long spear had already appeared in his hand.

The long spear was entirely dark, shining with a cold luster. Its spearhead was four feet long, and the shaft was as thick as an ordinary person's arm.

Two yellow, two purple, four black—8 soul rings of the former best configuration appeared on the spear's body, flipping up and down around this long spear.

It was precisely the martial soul of the Breaking Clan, the Soul-Breaking Spear.

"Old Goat!"

Bai He was suddenly shocked. Yang Wudi had actually even summoned his martial soul.

Was something really going to happen?

Not daring to be careless for a moment, he quickly summoned his martial soul possession and followed along.

And it was at this time that the people from the Pontiff's Hall also reacted.

Yang Wudi quietly looked at Tang Hao, who was slumped on the ground before him, his two eyes looking at the sky without any light.

At this time, Tang Hao was like a beggar who had been decadent for who knows how many years, with messy hair, tattered clothes, and those eyes that were once sharp but had now lost their light, looking exceptionally desolate and miserable.

Beside him were scattered several broken wine jars, the air filled with a faint fragrance of wine and bitterness.

"Tang Hao, you are really good at hiding," Yang Wudi's voice was low and full of hatred.

The Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand trembled slightly, as if it would turn into a fatal sharp edge at any moment.

Tang Hao slowly raised his head, a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Who are you?

Hehe,

Isn't this Spirit City rumored to be a holy land for soul masters?

How can there be such a strong expert who, upon seeing a little Soul Grandmaster like me, still comes with killing intent?"

Yang Wudi was instantly enraged.

He never would have thought, truly never would have thought...

This person he once called master would actually not even recognize him at this moment.

One can imagine how low his regard for their four great families was from the past to the present.

No wonder after the incident back then, the Clear Sky Sect had not provided even a bit of support.

Their own young master had such an attitude towards the four great families. How good could the entire sect be?

"Do you see this scar on my face? This is your gift!"

Yang Wudi pointed to the scar on his face. This was an injury sustained while covering the retreat of the Clear Sky Sect back then.

Tang Hao was stunned. He tremblingly picked up a wine jar at his side and took another big swig.

He spoke nonchalantly.

"I've killed many people in my youth. Who knows which one you are?

An annoying old man, don't disturb my mood for drinking here."

Yang Wudi's shoulders trembled slightly.

He was simply completely unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

"You don't recognize the person.

You probably don't recognize this long spear in my hand either. I'm afraid our four great families have long since disappeared from your memory, right?"

"Oh—

The four great families. So it's you vassals.

Four families don't even have a single Titled Douluo, not even a high-level Soul Douluo. Not worth my memory.

And what does this bird spear of yours count for?"

"Good, good, good.

Since you've said so, then the debt for you causing our four great families to fall into such a state—I will settle it properly today!"

As Yang Wudi spoke, the soul power fluctuations on his body became increasingly intense. The 8 soul rings began to rotate around him, emitting an astonishing pressure.

"Yang Wudi, level 81 power-attack type Battle Douluo.

State your last words. The spear in my hand wants your life!"

Tang Hao never would have thought...

He was clearly living a life of eating and waiting for death in Spirit City, waiting for someone to save him.

Yet a Yang Wudi had suddenly appeared to kill him.

Begging for mercy and selling misery was impossible.

He could only be stubborn.

Beg for mercy, sell misery, and delay death. Be stubborn, and die immediately.

Might as well die with a bit of dignity.

Tang Hao ignored him, still drinking his wine, but his hands were trembling slightly, causing the wine in the jar to spill onto his body.

Yang Wudi sneered:

"You don't even dare to report your name and martial soul?

So be it. Just let me take your life! And give an account to the clansmen of my Breaking Clan!"

"Wudi!"

Bai He suddenly appeared and stood between Yang Wudi and Tang Hao.

He knew very well that the consequences of making a move at this moment were no small matter. Especially Tang Hao's identity. Even if he had already lost his cultivation, the Clear Sky Sect behind him was still not to be underestimated.

His own clan was poor, but not stupid.

The Clear Sky Sect being able to live in seclusion deep in the mountains must still have contact with the outside world and be able to receive news of Tang Hao.

He was not yet dead now, so the Clear Sky Sect would not come out.

The old fellow Bai He did not have so many thoughts. In his heart, the Clear Sky Sect itself possessed so many Titled Douluo.

Its own foundation was surely extraordinary.

Even if the incident with Tang Hao had caused a grudge between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect, it couldn't possibly last for hundreds or thousands of years.

If Tang Hao were to be killed here today, and the one who did it was a member of their four great families...

Then would Spirit Hall be held accountable afterwards? He didn't know.

But Yang Wudi's Breaking Clan would surely be held accountable by the Clear Sky Sect.

And then it would be the other three of the so-called four great families. They were clearly present, why did they not step in to stop it?

One must know that at this time, the few of them had not yet officially cut ties with the Clear Sky Sect and still had a bit of a nominal relationship.

This kind of troublesome matter, he absolutely did not want to touch.

One must know that his own Agility Clan was already so poor they couldn't even lift the lid of the pot.

In future development, could they? It was not certain if they could maintain a normal state. If in a few decades, a hundred years, there was another devastating suppression or blow...

Would his little broken clan still be able to live?

"Old Goat, calm down.

He is indeed a man of great evil, but if it is you who makes a move to kill him...

If the Clear Sky Sect finds out, your clan will surely be held accountable in the future.

Don't forget that their current sect master is Tang Hao's brother...

Your clan and mine are no match for the Clear Sky Sect. We need to think thrice before acting."

Bai He's voice was steady and powerful, attempting to quell Yang Wudi's anger.

Yang Wudi took a deep breath.

The killing intent and hatred in his eyes had not dissipated at all.

"Bai He, get out of the way. If I don't kill him today, how can I face the innocent, departed spirits of my Breaking Clan!"

A sharp light flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He no longer spoke, silently watching the change in the situation before him.

Niu Gao and Tai Tan also arrived at this time.

"Old Goat, you're crazy!

That is our master!"

Tai Tan looked at the murderous Yang Wudi and was greatly shocked.

He flew to Tang Hao's front, nodded at him, and then looked at Yang Wudi warily.

Niu Gao snorted coldly and directly released his own martial soul, the Plate-Armored Giant Rhinoceros.

"Damned fatty, today I want to see if your Strength Clan's Great Strength Gorilla's power is stronger, or if our Defense Clan's martial soul's defensive ability is stronger!

What Wudi wants to do is not for you to interfere with. Come over here!"

"Roar!—"

"Plate-Armor Shield!"

Tai Tan's eyes were full of anxiety. This old rhinoceros, of all the times to go crazy, he had to go crazy now!

However, the two of them were originally of equal strength. Under Niu Gao's pulling, he was quickly led away.

The surging impact of soul power sent Tang Hao, who only had a Soul Grandmaster's cultivation, flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This feeling of his internal organs being squeezed, the last time he had felt it was when that girl from the Qian family was changing his bones.

"Master!"

"Mind your own business!"

Niu Gao roared.

Yang Wudi glanced at the few streams of light still coming in the distance and spoke faintly.

"Show your Clear Sky Hammer. I want to shatter it with my own hands!"

Feeling that he could not escape this calamity, Tang Hao no longer concealed himself.

He supported himself on the ground with both hands.

A ferocious look on his face, his two eyes stared intently at Yang Wudi.

Show my martial soul?

He wants to show his martial soul.

But his current self, his martial soul is already shattered.

Who knows how many years it will take to recover with time!

"Even if you don't summon your martial soul, you will still die!"

Yang Wudi threw Bai He in front of him aside.

The long spear trembled.

The space seemed to be torn apart, carrying a piercing sound of breaking wind as it went straight for Tang Hao's throat.

His eyes were full of determination and anger. Years of enmity seemed to have condensed into substance on this long spear at this moment.

Although Tang Hao was terrified in his heart, he tried his best to maintain a calm appearance on the surface.

He knew very well that his situation at this moment was extremely dangerous, facing this blow from Yang Wudi.

Thoughts spun in his mind.

He suddenly shouted, "Wait a moment, I have something to say."

Yang Wudi stopped his movement.

"Alright.

This isn't giving face to some dog thing named Tang Hao.

It's giving face to a former Titled Douluo. Hurry up and say your last words."

Tang Hao's face was gloomy. This fellow actually dared to call him a dog thing to his face.

Truly, a tiger that has fallen to the flatlands is bullied by dogs.

A little old fellow who had just entered the Soul Douluo realm actually dared to jump around in front of him.

"If you want to take revenge, shouldn't you be looking for those who truly made the decisions?

Not me, who is now a waste."

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse.

Yang Wudi snorted coldly.

"If not for you wandering outside Spirit City with a soul beast back then, how would it have led to the subsequent series of events?

You mixing with a soul beast is something that the soul master world does not tolerate.

You actually dared to kill the Spirit Hall Pontiff at such a time.

You made a mistake first, and Spirit Hall punished evil later.

Our four great families desperately covered the retreat of the Clear Sky Sect. What did we get in return?

What we got in return was your heartless abandonment. Your death cannot atone for your sins. I'm letting you say your last words, not letting you ramble on here.

This is the last time, out of respect for a former Titled Douluo."

Tang Hao sneered coldly:

"You dare kill me?

Your Breaking Clan will soon face extinction!"

"Are you done talking? Then go to hell!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes, no longer giving Tang Hao any chance to breathe.

The long spear suddenly accelerated, transforming into a stream of light, and once again pierced towards Tang Hao's throat.

And this blow, he poured all his strength and hatred into it, determined to kill with one blow.

However, just as the long spear was about to touch Tang Hao, an inexplicable force suddenly surged forth, forcibly deflecting the long spear.

Yang Wudi only felt a great force come at him, and his entire person was involuntarily sent flying backward, heavily crashing into a distant wall, his face somewhat pale.

"Hold your hand!"

A majestic voice echoed in the air.

The visitor was none other than Yu Yuanzhen.

My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family is already at odds with Spirit Hall.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect seems to have already drifted apart from the other two sects...

But the relationship between my family and the Clear Sky Sect is still acceptable.

Now that the power and reputation of Spirit Hall are growing day by day...

Seeking future allies is indispensable.

Although Tang Hao is already a sinner, and his own cultivation has been crippled and he has become a waste...

But I cannot just watch him die like this.

He still has use value.

"Yang Wudi, spare his life."

The appearance of Yu Yuanzhen interrupted this one-sided slaughter.

His voice, carrying majesty, temporarily eased the extremely tense atmosphere.

Yang Wudi stabilized his figure, his gaze like a torch as he looked at the slowly descending Yu Yuanzhen in the air. Although he was unwilling in his heart, he also understood that the person before him, as the clan master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, had a strength and status that could not be underestimated.

"Sect Master Yu, what is the meaning of this?"

Yang Wudi asked in a deep voice, his tone mixed with a bit of anger and confusion.

After Yu Yuanzhen landed, his gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Tang Hao, his expression complicated.

"Yang Wudi, I know that there is an irreconcilable hatred between you and Tang Hao, but at this moment he is no longer the Clear Sky Douluo who shook the world.

For you, as a Soul Douluo, to make a move on a little Soul Grandmaster is a bit beneath your status.

Not to mention that we are still far from figuring out the attitude of the Clear Sky Sect at this time."

Yang Wudi roared out.

"The Clear Sky Sect, that bunch of cowards who are afraid of death.

They have long since hidden away in the deep mountains and old forests, not daring to come out.

If they really cared about Tang Hao, why didn't they come out?"

Yu Yuanzhen then transmitted his voice:

"The power of Spirit Hall is expanding day by day.

Can you really only see the hatred before you? Where the four great families will go from here, you'd better think carefully about it."

Hearing this, Yang Wudi snorted coldly. Although he was unwilling in his heart, he also knew that since Yu Yuanzhen had chosen to appear and stand up for Tang Hao at this moment, then the matter of today could no longer be decided.

"Alright. I can spare his life.

But I want him to take one spear strike from me. I won't use a killing blow."

Yu Yuanzhen frowned.

After a moment of silence, he finally nodded.

Tang Hao looked at the situation before him. His life was saved.

His heart was slightly joyful, but his face remained cold and stern.

"Come on!"

"Alright!"

Yang Wudi retracted his soul rings.

Just an ordinary Soul-Breaking Spear, the fluctuation of soul power was weak to the extreme.

It attacked with extreme speed towards...

Clatter x2

"Ah!—"

Tang Hao's eyes turned blood-red, and veins popped out on his forehead.

He clutched his lower body with both hands.

He looked at the two things on the ground with a somewhat lost expression.

The intense pain and the mental shock brought by the humiliation made him instantly faint.

"Hmph, you said this was a bird spear.

A bird spear is for stabbing bird eggs. Pah!

I'll let you live a little longer. You'd better pray that Spirit Hall doesn't let you out, and even more, that you don't run into me!"

Yang Wudi casually shook his hand, shaking off all the aura and blood from Tang Hao on the Soul-Breaking Spear.

He shot out a stream of soul power, directly shattering the two things into dust, cutting off any possibility of repair.

"The entanglement with the soul beast... was all because of these two things. This is a small punishment for you!"

Everyone present was silent.

They couldn't help but feel a slight chill in their lower bodies.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone present. The air seemed to freeze.

Only Tang Hao's unconscious trembling sounds and Yang Wudi's cold mocking voice echoed around.

For this former prodigy of the continent, perhaps losing this thing was more unbearable than letting him die.

This was naked humiliation.

And because the things had already been shattered by Yang Wudi...

Unless one could find the kind of martial soul or heavenly treasure that could bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh from white bones...

Only then could it be repaired.

However, this kind of martial soul and heavenly treasure, it seemed only Spirit Hall had them now.

Yu Yuanzhen's face also turned a little ugly. He had not expected Yang Wudi to use such an extreme and humiliating method to resolve this grudge.

However, he understood that the anger and unwillingness in Yang Wudi's heart had reached an extreme. Although this one spear strike was not fatal, it was enough to make Tang Hao remember it for the rest of his life...

The other onlookers also looked at each other in dismay. No one had expected things to develop to this point.

"If I meet him again outside the city, I will surely take his life. I, Yang Wudi, will do as I say."

Yang Wudi glanced at Tang Hao and Yu Yuanzhen, then turned and left, without saying another word.

Tang Hao lost consciousness in his coma. His body curled up into a ball due to the pain, his face full of pain and humiliation.

His fate seemed to have been sealed.

Even from this day forward, the outside world would rumor that the former Clear Sky Douluo was now no longer a man.

Wandering without a place to belong, he still had to endure the spitting and humiliation from all sides.

Yu Yuanzhen was dumbfounded.

Forget it. He has already saved his life.

The Clear Sky Sect won't be able to cause trouble for me when they re-emerge later.

He doesn't believe that the Clear Sky Sect can hold back forever.

Ever since Spirit Hall got this Holy Son, Lin Feng, its prestige and strength have been increasing day by day.

His sect, which possessed several Titled Douluo...

The only existence that could slightly contend with Spirit Hall...

Could he just watch his own decline?

The influence brought by the Soul Veins is so great.

How could they stay rooted in the deep mountains forever?

Even if Spirit Hall doesn't lure them out, they will not be able to hold back themselves.