Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor [477] (Patreon)

Under the influence of furious support, Tang San’s gaze was completely shrouded in a blood-red haze, with no trace of rational thought visible. All the skills of the soul bones on his body were fully activated, as were the abilities on his Clear Sky Hammer. He was recklessly burning his life and soul power.

“Great Sumeru Hammer, explode!”

At this moment, under the influence of some external force, Tang San suddenly recalled the secret of the Great Sumeru Hammer that his great-grandfather and father (Tang Xiao) had told him. Unconsciously, he began to act according to the few fragmented words he remembered.

Under Tang Chen’s excited gaze, Tang San’s first soul ring shattered, followed by the second and third. By the time he reached the fourth ring, blood was already seeping from all seven orifices, making the hideous spider face look especially terrifying. Yet Tang San still paid no mind and detonated his fifth soul ring.

The Clear Sky Hammer, now swollen to the size of a water tank, smashed out and struck Charm Demon squarely, sending her flying like a shell before she could dodge or defend herself. In mid-air, she split back into Xie Yue and Hu Liena, both of whom spat blood and were blasted away.

Before Platinum Bishop Salas could catch them, a streak of light leaped from the stands, scooped up Hu Liena, and tossed Xie Yue into Salas’s hands.

Looking at the bleeding Hu Liena in her arms, Bibi Dong was overwhelmed with rage. All the emotions she had pent up the previous day seemed to be projected onto Tang San, and her gaze toward him turned icy cold.

It was only when her peripheral vision caught the hunched old man in the Blue Tyrant Academy section that Bibi Dong paused, remembering her identity as the Pope. After giving Tang San a hateful glare, she turned away, carrying Hu Liena back to the stands and handing her over to a healing-type Soul Douluo for treatment.

On the stage, Tang San was swinging his Clear Sky Hammer like a madman. Because of his reckless actions and poor ring detonation technique, the meridians in his body—already fragile from devouring and leveling up—were beginning to irreversibly rupture. But Tang San, like a demon, kept wielding the giant hammer.

Yan was sent flying but twisted off Tang San’s right arm before he left. Several other Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall team left wounds on Tang San’s body before being knocked off the stage. In the end, except for his barely intact left arm, Tang San’s spine and other limbs were severely injured by the Spirit Hall team.

Before Salas could announce the victor, Tang San collapsed onto the ground as if exhaling his last breath, stretching out his left arm to point at Xiao Wu, the ground beneath him stained red with blood, refusing to give up.

Watching his dying great-grandson, Tang Chen was momentarily dazed and furious. He couldn't understand why he had just watched, nor why his great-grandson would act so irrationally for a mere hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form.

But after a moment, seeing Xiao Wu stumbling toward Tang San, completely unaware that her hundred-thousand-year soul beast aura had been exposed, a flash of inspiration struck Tang Chen’s mind.

A mysterious, unfathomable voice whispered in his ear:

[“You can move now. Isn’t this the perfect time for that little rabbit to exit?”]

[“A hundred-thousand-year soul beast’s sacrifice can repair all the damage and flaws on a Soul Master, even regenerating lost limbs. It can also refine Tang San’s mixed soul power from rapid cultivation.”]

[“Tang San cares for this little rabbit so much, even risking his life. Surely, this little rabbit would never refuse to sacrifice herself for Tang San, right?”]

[ “If this little rabbit is gone, Tang San will work even harder to cultivate, won’t he? With her hundred-thousand-year soul ring and bone, his potential will be even higher, right?”]

Under the devilish whispers by his ear, Tang Chen quickly took Tang San and Xiao Wu from the stage, and before leaving, cast a fierce glare at the surrounding high-level Soul Masters.

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form was indeed a top treasure. In the original story, Bibi Dong even risked everything to try to seize Xiao Wu after the awards ceremony. But Tang Chen was not Tang Hao; even if he had lost to Qian Daoliu, he was still a peak Soul Master, second only to the Angel Douluo.

Intimidated by Tang Chen’s murderous aura, the high-level Soul Masters all chose to back down, even the likes of Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, the leaders of Spirit Hall, remaining silent. They simply watched as Tang Chen took Tang San and Xiao Wu away.

Because of Tang Hao’s example years ago, almost all the high-level Soul Masters present could guess Tang Chen’s intentions, and they couldn’t help but marvel at the Tang Clan’s luck in encountering two such precious soul beasts in a row.

Only then did Salas cautiously announce that the Clear Sky Sect team had won the battle. But by now, no one bothered to correct that the team was Blue Tyrant, not Clear Sky Sect.

The healing Soul Masters hurried to treat the seriously injured members of the Spirit Hall team, doing their utmost to save them. As the light of numerous soul skills flashed, the Soul Hall team members’ conditions gradually stabilized, though they remained unconscious.

Watching this, Qian Daoliu sighed, golden light flickering over his body. As the shadow of an angel appeared, gentle holy soul power flowed into the students, healing and reviving them.

In Bibi Dong’s arms, Hu Liena struggled to open her eyes. Seeing the anxious face so close to hers, she instantly understood what had happened.

Feeling the gaze that, unlike usual, was filled with motherly care, Hu Liena felt a wave of pain in her heart.

As a young woman who aspired to emulate her teacher Bibi Dong in all things, Hu Liena wished so much that her teacher would scold her, rather than look at her with such eyes.

The more gentle and concerned Bibi Dong acted, the more Hu Liena felt she had let her down.

Just as Hu Liena was about to say something, Bibi Dong covered her mouth and placed her in the arms of a waiting maid. Then, subconsciously, she looked up toward a nearby spot.

There, the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe, watched everything expressionlessly. But the metal armrest of her chair had, at some point, been deeply dented by her grip.