Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor [490] (Patreon)

Chen Ming passed Tang Xiao, and the massive body of the Human-Faced Demon Spider Emperor shrank, transforming into an elderly man who looked slightly hunched and withered, his face shrouded in black mist.

Just like a fortune teller on the street, Chen Ming, leaning on the banner that emitted dark energy, entered the cave bit by bit together with Ah Yin, where they saw Tang San and his companions.

“Jie jie jie!”

Chen Ming let out a sinister laugh, and the violent, demonic sound waves struck the spirits and bodies of everyone in the cave. The remaining elders of the Clear Sky Sect, who were at the Soul Douluo level, had wanted to summon their martial souls to fight but were instantly overwhelmed by the various soul beast spirits surging from the soul devouring banner, each falling into a state of severe injury and unconsciousness.

Looking at Tang Hao inside the prison cart and Tang San kneeling on the ground, Ah Yin’s eyes were filled with intense hatred. Upon seeing the now-blackened Ah Yin, Tang Hao’s expression turned somewhat crazed.

“Ah Yin, it’s me, Tang Hao! Ah Yin, Ah Yin! Do you still remember me? I’m right here!”

Tang Hao’s mind had long since broken. Even when he saw his brother and clansmen defeated, he didn’t care about such trivial matters. He stretched his neck inside the prison cart, using his sharp, hoarse voice to continually attract Ah Yin’s attention.

“Tang Hao?”

Seeing Tang Hao like this, Ah Yin’s lips curled into a slight smile as she slowly walked up to the prison cart, appearing very gentle. But just as Tang Hao looked at her expectantly, Ah Yin ruthlessly kicked between his legs through the cart’s bars, her pointed shoe even piercing into his abdomen.

“I remember, of course, I remember, I remember everything!”

Ah Yin pulled back her bloodstained foot. Strands of Blue Silver Grass surged from the ground, instantly shattering the prison cart. She grabbed Tang Hao by the neck and hoisted him into the air, keeping him suspended in a state just shy of suffocation, but still barely able to think.

“I used to like you so much. Why did you choose to deceive me for the sake of my soul ring and soul bone? Why?!”

Ah Yin’s expression grew even gentler, but her voice became twisted. Strands of Blue Silver Grass pierced under Tang Hao’s skin, injecting vitality into his body—healing him, while also burrowing into his veins and nerves, simultaneously healing and stirring him, forcibly stimulating Tang Hao’s mind again and again.

A huge strand of Blue Silver Grass mercilessly stabbed into Tang Hao’s body through the wound Ah Yin had just made, rooting and sprouting inside him, releasing neurotoxins that multiplied his pain.

If Tang Hao’s reproductive organs had not already been crushed soon after entering the Spirit Hall’s dungeon—rendering all related functions and organs gone—he might very well have died from the pain by now.

“I didn’t, I didn’t…”

Tang Hao curled up in agony, his eyes full of terror as he looked at Ah Yin, but he stubbornly kept repeating his denial, as if trying to ease his guilt.

Earlier, Ah Yin had already planned many ways to torture Tang Hao. She’d even gone so far as to ask Chen Ming about some obscure torture techniques, all to repay her pain to the man who caused it.

But looking at Tang Hao now, Ah Yin found she no longer even wanted to torment him—she just felt disgusted.

Ah Yin went up to Tang Hao, placed a hand on his chest, and poured soul power in, stimulating his body. The Blue Silver Grass pierced into Tang Hao’s lower abdomen, repairing his dantian, and strands of Blue Silver Grass replaced his meridians, allowing soul power to circulate through his body once more.

But before Tang Hao could feel any joy, a force within him was forcibly activated. The Clear Sky Hammer fell to the ground, several illusory soul rings appearing beside him. The ninth red soul ring shone brighter than ever before.

“No, no, Ah Yin, I was wrong! I was wrong! Don’t do this! I shouldn’t have framed you! Please spare me! Go kill Xiao San, he, he—”

Although his body and dantian had been repaired, Tang Hao was now overwhelmed with fear. From the golden threads burrowing inside him, he seemed to guess what Ah Yin was about to do.

Ignoring Tang Hao’s cries, Ah Yin reached out and touched the ninth soul ring—the one that had come from herself—connecting with the energy within. Golden threads pierced it, extracting the power that originally belonged to her.

Tang Hao’s ninth soul ring was forcibly removed and shattered unnaturally, its pure power returning to Ah Yin, while the polluted remnants, tainted by Tang Hao’s energy, were reinfused into him.

Even though she could only reclaim less than a fifth of the power she once sacrificed, it didn’t matter to Ah Yin now. This process was all she wanted.

It was a technique similar to Ring Detonation, but different. Stimulated by the leftover energy, Tang Hao’s flesh swelled like it was being inflated, appearing to return to normal. But as the golden threads were pulled out, Tang Hao collapsed, his dantian full of soul power but unable to use it at all.

The crazily growing flesh on his body lost control, twisting into all sorts of grotesque shapes.

Now, except for barely being able to blink and breathe, Tang Hao had lost control of all his bodily functions. He couldn’t even curl a finger. Every breath brought endless pain, yet he didn’t even have the strength to kill himself.

In Tang Hao’s gaze, Ah Yin walked over to Chen Ming, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his. The power she had taken from Tang Hao was transferred into Chen Ming’s body this way. All Tang Hao could do was watch helplessly.

“I’m really happy now. No matter how you compare, my master is hundreds of times better than you. I’m completely his now.”

Ah Yin playfully winked at Tang Hao, then stroked her lower abdomen, almost blatantly hinting at something, and stabbed his chest again.

Tang Hao fainted from the pain, but Ah Yin kicked him in the stomach, waking him up again in agony.

After finishing, Ah Yin turned to look at Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground. Just as Tang San thought he was about to be killed, Chen Ming suddenly waved his Ten Thousand Souls Banner and withdrew Ah Yin’s soul.

He approached Tang San, letting out a laugh like a clanging bell.

“I, the Thousand Ghost Douluo, am not a good person, but I am clear about my grudges and favors. Ah Yin is mine now. She has resentment and hatred toward your father, so I let her take her revenge. But I also admit, if not for you and your father, I wouldn’t have been able to obtain Ah Yin. So, I will repay you.”

A blood-red light appeared in Chen Ming’s hand, and a skull completely dyed crimson as if soaked in blood was pushed toward Tang San by purple soul power.

“This is a treasure I came across by chance. I heard your Clear Sky Sect once used it, so now it’s returned to its rightful owner.”