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Tang San took a step forward, shielding Xiao Wu tightly behind him. With his right arm, he embraced the girl's soft, delicate body, while his left hand slammed the Clear Sky Hammer onto the ground, producing a deafening roar.
"If you want to touch her—"
He stood tall and proud, his voice booming like thunder, echoing throughout the Supreme Pontiff Palace:
"You'll have to step over my corpse first!"
This declaration hit the ground with a resounding thud, carrying an undeniable resolve. Tang San's spirit power surged around him. His tall figure stood like an insurmountable barrier, firmly protecting Xiao Wu behind him.
The entire area in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace fell into a deathly silence, even Bibi Dong was frozen in place, hesitant to give further orders. She stared blankly at Tang San, who was tightly cradling Xiao Wu, a flicker of unreadable complex emotion in her eyes.
Feng Xiao stood quietly to the side, his gaze deep as he watched the scene unfold. Everyone from Royal Fight was involuntarily moved by this profound love, willing to face life and death together; Dugu Yan's purple eyes even glistened with tears.
"True love or pretense…" Feng Xiao sighed softly in his heart, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the zither strings. Some lies, told often enough, even the liar themselves will come to believe; if one can maintain the act for a lifetime, how is it different from true love?
Just like the relationship between him and Qian Renxue, that feeling which began with calculation, after years of refinement, didn't it gradually acquire a genuine hue? The human heart is inherently complex and unpredictable, and love and exploitation are often intertwined, indistinguishable from each other.
Feng Xiao's gaze swept over Tang San, then to Bibi Dong's dazed expression, and at this moment, he suddenly understood something.
Perhaps, Bibi Dong was not unaware of Yu Xiaogang's intentions in approaching her during their time together. But the human heart can never be fully controlled by reason alone; sometimes, people need to experience such a profound failure to truly see certain truths and to grow normally.
Love originates from desire, and desire is like a rolling stone down a mountain; once it starts, it can never stop.
Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, Xiao Wu, they all seemed to be the same, all gambling on that last sliver of possibility. However, in the original work, only Xiao Wu emerged victorious, while the seemingly most normal Zhu Zhuqing never made her own choices; those seemingly rational actions were merely the shackles of her birth.
Dugu Bo's figure flickered, appearing like a phantom beside Feng Xiao and the others, with the Jade Phosphor Serpent faintly coiling around them. He narrowed his snake-like eyes, looking at Tang San, and lowered his voice to Feng Xiao, "This kid's got guts."
There was even a rare hint of appreciation in his tone. As the Poison Douluo who once single-handedly confronted the entire Spirit Hall, he understood better than anyone how much courage it took to step forward at a moment like this.
"The Seven Monsters are one! As the eldest brother, how can I stand by and watch my younger siblings suffer!" Dai Mubai's tiger eyes widened, and he stepped forward, standing like a mountain beside Tang San. Immediately after, Zhu Zhuqing followed like a shadow, Ma Hongjun was engulfed in flames, Oscar held a Sausage, and Ning Rongrong's pagoda glowed—the five faces were filled with the same unwavering determination, and the seven of them were like a tightly twisted rope, unbreakable.
Flender suddenly burst into laughter, exchanging a knowing glance with Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang. The Golden Triangle simultaneously raised their hands, and three golden lights shot into the sky, intertwining to form a dazzling Golden Triangle in the air.
"We old bones aren't dead yet; it's not your turn to stand in front!" Flender's laughter carried a heroic Spirit of facing death without fear. "If you can make it back alive," he pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a resolute light, "remember that my life's savings are stored in the secret room of the principal's office. Give them to that old fellow Zhao Wuji, and let him continue running Shrek Academy."
These words were spoken with abandon, and the Golden Triangle's light grew even more dazzling, like a scorching sun. The golden giant dragon firmly protected the Seven Monsters behind it. At this critical juncture of life and death, the bond between teachers and students shone brighter than any Spirit Fusion Skill.
"Your Majesty." Yue Guan gently reminded, his gaze sweeping over the Elder token in Yu Xiaogang's hand, awaiting the final decision.
"Clang—"
The heavy thud of the scepter striking the ground exploded like thunder, instantly breaking the stagnant atmosphere. The bewilderment in Bibi Dong's eyes completely faded, replaced by chilling, murderous intent.
She took a deep breath, her complex expression finally hardening into cold resolve. As her gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang, a barely perceptible hint of pain flashed in her eyes, then she sharply commanded:
"Take them down! Those who dare to resist—kill without mercy!"
Before her words even finished, Gui Mei and Yue Guan had already transformed into two afterimages. Ghost Douluo's figure was like a black lightning bolt, distorting space wherever he passed; Chrysanthemum Douluo's golden chrysanthemums bloomed around him, their sharp petals tearing through the air with a piercing shriek. The terrifying pressure from the two Titled Douluo caused the ground in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace to begin cracking.
Dugu Bo stroked his beard, a playful glint in his eyes: "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect to see such a good show. This trip to the competition was worth it!"
Dugu Yan frowned slightly, somewhat unable to bear it: "Grandpa, could there be a mistake? You've seen Xiao Wu before, why didn't you notice anything unusual?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Xiao glanced at Dugu Bo with a half-smile, his teasing gaze making the Old freak's face flush. He cleared his throat twice and defended himself: "Cough cough… I'm not the only one who didn't recognize her. That girl must have used some special method to conceal her aura." He pointed to the arena, "Just now, she was injured and bleeding, so her Spirit Beast aura naturally couldn't be hidden."
As he spoke, Dugu Bo secretly glanced at Feng Xiao, seeing him still wearing that meaningful smile, and couldn't help but become exasperated: "Brat, what kind of look is that? Did you figure it out long ago?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo moved like lightning, instantly closing in on the Golden Triangle. Despite their opponents being far weaker, the two Titled Douluo showed no signs of underestimation, their spirit rings fully blooming, their terrifying Titled Douluo pressure causing the air to stagnate.
"Tsk tsk, two shameless ones, ganging up to deal with a fake dragon." Dugu Bo leaned into Feng Xiao's ear and transmitted his voice, "Their skin is probably thicker than Spirit Hall's city walls."
Feng Xiao chuckled at this, but his gaze never left the battlefield. He saw Yue Guan's fingertips spinning golden chrysanthemums, each petal gleaming with a cold, sharp light; Gui Mei's figure transformed into dozens of afterimages, making it difficult to distinguish between real and illusion. As soon as the two powerhouses made their move, it was with the force of thunder, and the golden sacred dragon's radiance instantly dimmed by a third.
"Senior, things are probably not that simple." Feng Xiao's lips curled slightly, his fingertips gently caressing the zither strings. "Since Tang San has already learned the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, it means that someone is definitely watching from the shadows."
Dugu Bo's eyes flashed with understanding, and he suddenly realized: "So that's it! I was wondering why that kid dared to be so arrogant; turns out he has a backer." He looked around, his snake eyes narrowing slightly, "But… even if Clear Sky Douluo himself came…"
Before he could finish, Dugu Bo's face had already turned solemn. He clearly sensed that, besides the obvious Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Bibi Dong, there were at least four other Titled Douluo-level auras hidden in the dark. What was even more alarming was that this was probably just the tip of Spirit Hall's iceberg of power—those truly terrifying Old freaks didn't bother to make a move.
"A chrysanthemum, a little ghost, dare to touch my son? Scram—"
This low, angry roar exploded like thunder from the nine heavens, though not loud, it shook everyone's blood and qi. The domineering pressure contained in every word caused all the Spirit Master present to tremble uncontrollably.
"As expected, he's here." Dugu Bo narrowed his snake eyes, a playful arc forming on his lips.
Tang San's body trembled at the sound, and he suddenly looked up at the sky, his eyes bursting with ecstatic light. Bibi Dong's expression, however, drastically changed, and her scepter unconsciously tightened in her grip.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled thuds like thunder, and to everyone's horror, the figures of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were sent flying backward like broken kites, crashing heavily onto the stone steps a hundred meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.
A black shadow appeared out of thin air, like a ghost, suspended silently in mid-air, as if merged with heaven and earth. It was a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with a tall and robust physique wrapped in a worn-out gray robe—the robe was so tattered that he hadn't even bothered to patch it, vaguely revealing the bronze-colored, muscular body underneath.
His face was weathered, his sallow skin making his drowsy eyes appear even more murky, and a few noticeable white strands were mixed in his messy, straw-like gray hair. His full beard clearly hadn't been trimmed in years. This slovenly appearance made it difficult for anyone to associate him with the Clear Sky Douluo who had shaken the continent.
"Father…"
Tang San's voice trembled, and Xiao Wu, in his embrace, clearly felt Tang San shaking uncontrollably at that moment.
"Tang Hao—!"
Bibi Dong almost squeezed these two words from between her teeth, the venomous hatred erupting from her beautiful eyes almost solidifying, as if to incinerate the figure in the air. Her Supreme Pontiff's scepter vibrated violently, and her nine spirit rings uncontrollably burst forth with dazzling light.
Tang Hao's stern face remained unmoved, and with a slight sway of his body, he descended like a meteor in front of the Shrek crowd. The moment his feet touched the ground, the entire Supreme Pontiff Plaza trembled, and spiderweb-like cracks spread from where he stood.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, instantly retreating to the Supreme Pontiff's side. The spirit power of the three peak Douluo erupted simultaneously, creating an immense pressure that caused the surrounding Spirit Master to hastily retreat.
Amidst this earth-shattering clash of auras, only Tang Hao's figure, his old gray robe flapping, remained unmoving. He held the Clear Sky Hammer, which struck fear into the entire Spirit Master's world, in one hand, and his murky eyes now shone with brilliant light, as if a sleeping lion had finally awakened.
Facing these three terrifying pressures capable of destroying mountains, Tang Hao stood like an isolated peak, not even bothering to raise his hand to grip the hammer. His murky tiger eyes suddenly flared with light, directly piercing the Supreme Pontiff:
"Do you want to avenge your teacher? Bibi Dong, do you think you can keep me here?"
Bibi Dong swung her scepter fiercely, and a piercing sound tore through the air. As if in response, four equally shrill whistles suddenly echoed from within the Supreme Pontiff Palace, and four terrifying auras rapidly spread around them.
"Heh, calling for backup?" Tang Hao sneered, a disdainful arrogance appearing on his face beneath his messy hair. Even facing the imminent encirclement, he maintained an air of composure, as if a thousand troops were nothing to him.
"Buzz—"
spirit rings slowly rose from beneath Tang Hao's feet, their speed slow but heavy as a thousand jun. With each additional spirit ring, the aura around him solidified, actually pushing back the combined pressure of the three Douluo!
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red!
When the crimson hundred-thousand-year spirit ring finally appeared, the entire Pope Mountain trembled. With the same spirit ring configuration, the aura Tang Hao unleashed now made Bibi Dong pale in comparison. Around the Clear Sky Hammer, which was casually propped on the ground, space had already begun to twist and crack.
The nine spirit rings encircling Tang Hao were actually identical in configuration to those of Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong. Especially the last one, a crimson, blood-red hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, which emitted terrifying, suffocating fluctuations.
However, with the same spirit ring configuration, the aura Tang Hao displayed at this moment completely overwhelmed Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong. He merely stood there, like an unsheathed, peerless fierce weapon, his domineering pressure causing the entire Pope Mountain to tremble. Bibi Dong's nine-ring radiance, in front of him, was like a firefly next to a bright moon, completely overshadowed!
Feng Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, quietly sensing the aura surging around Tang Hao. Ordinary Spirit Master might only perceive it as simple spirit power pressure, but he could clearly sense the subtle mental force fluctuations within it.
"So that's it…" Feng Xiao's fingertips gently caressed the zither strings, lost in thought. The so-called 'aura' was actually an advanced application of perfectly integrating vast mental force into spirit power fluctuations—with spirit power as the foundation, mental force as the guide, the two intertwining to form a unique oppressive field. Tool Spirit Master naturally held an advantage in this regard, as their Spirit were inherently excellent conduits for mental force.
What Tang Hao was demonstrating at this moment was the epitome of utilizing the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit's characteristics to their fullest. That seemingly casually propped war hammer perfectly harmonized his vast, ocean-like mental force and spirit power, transforming them into a tangible pressure.
The path of combat for Beast Spirit Master focuses on unleashing the primal power within their bloodline. Just as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is hailed as the strongest Beast Spirit in the world, it is precisely because of the natural suppressive force brought by the dragon bloodline—on this continent, there are indeed few Beast Spirit that can surpass the majesty of the dragon race.
The cultivation of a Tool Spirit Master, however, is completely different, emphasizing the ultimate refinement of Spirit skills. Through daily tempering, a Tool Spirit Master's mental force and spirit power resonate deeply with their Spirit, and their soul power gradually integrates into every move and every stance. It is for this reason that even someone as strong as Bibi Dong found it difficult to match Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer, which had undergone countless trials, in a pure aura contest.
At this moment, Tang Hao's understanding of the Clear Sky Hammer had reached its peak, probably unmatched by anyone in the Clear Sky Sect today, and perhaps only his great-grandfather Tang Chen could surpass him.
Feng Xiao unconsciously caressed the Fuxi Zither strings, a look of enlightenment flashing in his eyes. Witnessing this battle today would undoubtedly provide immense inspiration for him to refine his self-created Spirit Ability in the future.
Tang Hao's gaze was like lightning, coldly sweeping over the few faintly discernible terrifying auras deep within the Supreme Pontiff Palace, a mocking curve forming on his lips: "Seven Titled Douluo… Spirit Hall certainly has a grand plan."
The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling black light, and the war hammer seemed to come alive at this moment:
"Unfortunately—" Tang Hao's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap: "Even if all seven of you come at me, what can you do?!"
The moment the last word fell, the blood-red patterns on the Clear Sky Hammer suddenly lit up, and the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring burst forth with dazzling red light: "See clearly—this is the true… Clear Sky Avatar!"
With this roar, a colossal hammer phantom, reaching up to the sky, appeared above Pope Mountain. Every pattern on the hammer body was clearly visible, emitting a terrifying pressure that caused the heavens and earth to change color. At this moment, it was as if even space trembled before this war hammer!