A flash of purple-black light streaked by.
A head, full of fury and unwillingness, soared into the sky, and blood erupted like a fountain from the neck.
The contemporary Sect Master of the Clear Sky School, Roaring Sky Douluo Tang Xiao, was dead!
"Elder Brother—!!!"
In the distance, Tang San, who was retreating desperately under the protection of Liu Erlong, Flanders, and others, witnessed this tragic sight with his own eyes. His eyes instantly turned blood-red, and an unparalleled hatred erupted like a volcano in his chest, almost tearing his sanity apart.
That was one of the few blood relatives he had left in this world.
The slaughter continued.
Several imperial retainers on the Star Luo Empire side successively perished under the siege of the six high-level retainers and multiple elders, their blood staining the sky.
On the other side, the retreat of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School was decisive and efficient.
The instant Bibi Dong's divine might burst forth, Ning Fengzhi unhesitatingly barked, "Sword Uncle, Bone Uncle, let's go."
Without any hesitation, Sword Douluo Chen Xin unleashed his full sword energy domain. Countless sharp sword energies swept out like a storm, momentarily forcing back his entangled opponents.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong directly ripped open space, his massive Bone Dragon claws grasping Ning Fengzhi and some core disciples, and instantly vanished into the void.
Several Spirit Hall Elders attempted to pursue but were forced back by a cold sword glow from Chen Xin as he turned back.
Gazing at the Sword Douluo's murderous eyes and recalling the miserable sight of Spirit Kite Douluo being instantly killed by a single sword strike, the Elders felt a chill in their hearts. They ultimately dared not pursue too deeply, only able to watch as the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School members disappeared from the chaotic battlefield.
Not all Title Douluos were so lucky to retreat.
On the edge of the battlefield, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo's body was shrouded in the miasma of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's poison, forcing back several Soul Douluo-level experts. Seeing that the tide had turned irrevocably, he transformed into a green light and intended to flee.
"Old Poison, where do you think you're going?"
An effeminate voice rang out, and a golden waterfall of Fragrant Silk Immortal Chrysanthemum petals blocked his path.
Yue Guan's figure emerged from the rain of flowers, looking at his old rival, with whom he had contended for half his life, with complex eyes.
At the same time, two figures flanked Dugu Bo, sealing his retreat.
On the left, the Porcupine Fish Douluo's body swelled, his poison sacs pulsating, emitting a stench no less pungent than the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's.
On the right, the Serpent Spear Douluo held a twelve-foot-long spear, the tip locking onto Dugu Bo's vital essence.
"Yue Guan, is ganging up the style of your Spirit Empire?" Dugu Bo's face was gloomy; he knew that he would likely not escape today.
The Porcupine Fish Douluo chuckled strangely, "Dugu Bo, your poison is useless against us."
The Serpent Spear Douluo said coldly, "Surrender now, and you might keep a whole corpse."
"Hmph!"
Dugu Bo snorted, instantly manifesting his Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor true form. The massive serpent body churned the poisonous clouds.
"I have traversed the continent all my life. How could I beg for mercy from lackee like you? If you want my life, you'll have to pay with your own."
The battle erupted instantly.
Dugu Bo knew he was cornered, and every move was a desperate, life-risking attack. The Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's poison sprayed out relentlessly, corroding everything around them.
The Porcupine Fish Douluo countered poison with poison, constantly devouring and neutralizing the potent toxins. The Serpent Spear Douluo, relying on extreme speed and penetrating power, thrust his long spear like a striking serpent, repeatedly leaving deep gashes in the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's tough scales.
But the main attacker remained Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.
"Ninth Soul Skill, Chrysanthemums wither, wounds spread across the land; falling flowers break men's hearts!"
Yue Guan finally used his strongest soul skill.
Countless golden petals transformed into the world's sharpest blades, forming a destructive golden storm that completely engulfed the massive Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's true form.
Scales shattered, and blood splashed.
Dugu Bo's defense was completely torn open, and his true form was forcibly dispelled. He staggered backward, his body covered in wounds deep enough to see bone, his aura extremely weak.
He looked at the relentlessly advancing Yue Guan, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "To die by your hand... is better than dying to those nameless nobodies..."
Yue Guan was silent for a moment, then condensed a golden chrysanthemum blade in his hand, and said softly, "Old Poison, travel well."
A flash of golden light, and the chrysanthemum blade precisely pierced Dugu Bo's heart.
The Poison Douluo of a generation had fallen.
Along the winding mountain path, Tang San and his group hurried along, fleeing in panic under the cover of the night and the dense forest.
The continuous bloody battles, the grief over the loss of their friends and family, and the exhaustion of running for their lives had nearly broken this remnants of a defeated army.
However, just as they rounded a mountain bend and thought they were temporarily safe, their path ahead was blocked by several figures.
The moonlight shone down, clearly illuminating the appearance of the figures—the stern-faced Huo Yuhao, the quick-witted Xiao Wu standing beside him, and the steady Bei Bei and Tang Ya.
Most striking was the man leaning against a rock with folded arms, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly detached but exuding an invisible pressure—Jing Yuan.
"Stop!"
Tang San abruptly raised his hand, his voice hoarse but filled with utmost vigilance.
The fleeing group instantly contracted. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun immediately positioned themselves in the front, Oscar quickly produced his recovery sausages and distributed them, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong guarded the flanks, the other Xiao Wu clung tightly to Tang San, and Yu Xiaogang, Flanders, and Liu Erlong immediately entered combat readiness.
When Tang San's gaze fully locked onto Huo Yuhao's face, an uncontrollable surge of anger and humiliation instantly overwhelmed his rationality, and his eyes were immediately bloodshot.
It was him, Huo Yuhao, the one who had "slaughtered" him repeatedly in various ways in the Simulated Universe, making him experience countless deaths and humiliations.
Those memories were like nightmares, deeply engraved in his soul. Usually suppressed, all the hatred now erupted like a volcano upon seeing his enemy.
"It's you!"
Tang San practically ground his teeth, his fingers already gripping the most powerful hidden weapons inside the Twenty-Four Moonlight Bridge, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, the Peacock Plume... His Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated frantically, his killing intent almost solidifying.
Meanwhile, the Xiao Wu standing beside Tang San was instinctively drawn to the figure next to Huo Yuhao.
That was clearly a more mature version of herself: the same scorpion braid, the same delicate and charming appearance, but in those pink eyes, there was an emotion she couldn't comprehend.
The instant their eyes met, a chill originating from the depths of her soul enveloped the Xiao Wu by Tang San's side, causing her to involuntarily tremble, as if she had encountered a natural predator or seen some predetermined, unfortunate future. A premonition of imminent disaster clutched her heart.
"It's that bastard!"
Dai Mubai also recognized Huo Yuhao, the White Tiger phantom faintly visible behind him.
Ma Hongjun was seething with rage, his Phoenix Flames uncontrollably leaping up.
Liu Erlong, the most temperamental, instantly felt rage surge upon seeing Huo Yuhao. She roared:
"How dare you, you little bastard, show your face to us! Pay for your life, you hear me!"
With that, her Fire Dragon martial soul was about to possess her body and charge forward.
"Erlong, calm down."
Flanders desperately held her arm. "This is not the time for reckless impulse."
"Let go of me, Big Brother Flender! I'm going to kill him!" Liu Erlong struggled violently.
"Erlong, listen to me." Yu Xiaogang's hoarse and heavy voice sounded. He pressed down on Liu Erlong's shoulder, his eyes filled with weariness and helplessness.
"We are a defeated army, on the run for our lives. Any unnecessary conflict could lead to our complete annihilation."
The Master's authority and rationality finally allowed Liu Erlong to temporarily suppress her impulse. She stamped her foot fiercely, glaring at Huo Yuhao with eyes spitting fire, but she stopped moving forward.
Yu Xiaogang took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over Huo Yuhao's group before settling on Huo Yuhao, who was clearly the leader. He asked in a deep voice:
"Why are you blocking our path?"
Huo Yuhao's mouth curled into an icy arc at the question. There was no warmth in that smile, only unconcealed disdain and killing intent.
For some reason, ever since he first met Tang San in the Simulated Universe, a spontaneous, unfounded disgust had arisen deep within him for this person. This emotion even affected his attitude toward the other Shrek Seven Devils.
He didn't bother to investigate the reason, nor did he care.
In his eyes, Tang San and his group were nothing more than pitiful creatures about to become undead.
"Why?"
Huo Yuhao sneered, and a crimson light suddenly erupted from his Spiritual Eyes.
"To send you... where you belong."
Before his voice finished, he raised his hand and slashed the air. A massive, gray-white gate, entwined with endless stillness and cold aura, opened with a grating sound of bone friction and the wailing of the undead, right behind him.
The gate to the Undead Demiplane was opened.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Heavy and rhythmic hoofbeats sounded like death knells striking the heart.
The first to pour out was an entire phalanx of Undead Knights.
They wore rusty but sturdy armor, their eye sockets burning with a faint blue soul fire, and they held long lances and greatswords wrapped in the aura of death.
Most alarming, a faint but genuine golden light hovered above the heads of both the knights and their skeletal warhorses—these were undead created by Electrolux, imbued with the Light attribute.
They possessed the fearlessness of the undead and their power to suppress the living, as well as a trace of resistance to the power of Light.
Close behind them came waves of Skeleton Soldiers, holding bone knives and bone shields, silently forming ranks.
Slow-moving but immensely strong Zombies, emanating a stench of rot.
Liches floating in mid-air, holding bone staffs and chanting eerie incantations.
And in the sky, several Bone Dragons flapped their massive skeletal wings, casting shadows of despair.
By commanding an entire Undead Demiplane, Huo Yuhao, even though his own soul power level had not yet peaked, already possessed the terrifying strength of a one-man army.
With this inexhaustible Undead Army, he dared to confront even true Title Douluos head-on, let alone this group of battered, soul power-depleted remnants?
The Undead Calamity, at this moment in the quiet valley, revealed its ferocious fangs.
The chilling aura of death permeated the air, completely blocking the last chance of survival for Tang San and his group.
Seeing the gate to the Undead Demiplane burst open, and countless undead creatures radiating the aura of death flood out like a tide, instantly turning the narrow mountain path into a realm of ghosts, Bei Bei's face turned instantly pale.
He abruptly turned to Huo Yuhao, his voice trembling with shock and anger:
"Yuhao, what are you doing?! We agreed that we would only take the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone from Tang San to continue Tang Ya's vitality and find her a path to survival. Why go to such extremes as to exterminate them all?!"
His anxious gaze swept over the battle-ready Tang San group, lingering especially on Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong for a moment, a flicker of complex struggle passing through his eyes.
They were, after all, the ancestors of his bloodline.
"What's more... among them, there are still..." Bei Bei's voice dropped, tinged with a plea.
"Hmph!"
Huo Yuhao snorted, cutting Bei Bei off.
His Spiritual Eyes, containing endless coldness and spiritual pressure, swept over Bei Bei, carrying an almost cruel clarity and sarcasm.
"Senior Brother, you are too naive."
Huo Yuhao's voice was frigid, leaving no room for negotiation.
"You should know this, shouldn't you? The Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone has clearly been fully refined by Tang San, fusing with his right leg bone. To take the soul bone, we must sever his limb and shatter his bone. This is the equivalent of crippling one of his legs. Having established such deep enmity, do you still expect him to simply let bygones be bygones and not seek revenge in the future?"
His words peeled away the bloody reality layer by layer:
"Don't forget, these people before us, in the original historical trajectory, eventually became gods. Who can guarantee that, even in this desperate situation today, they won't once again be favored by destiny, gain some heaven-defying opportunity, and soar to the heavens? At that time, you, I, and Teacher Ya... who among us can withstand the wrath of a god?"
Huo Yuhao's gaze was sharp, piercing Bei Bei's deepest fear:
"Are you willing to risk Teacher Ya's future safety for a moment of compassion? Since we have decided to act, we must cut the grass and pull out the roots to eliminate future troubles forever. Today, not a single one of them can leave here alive."
"I..."
Bei Bei was struck by lightning, his body trembling violently.
Every word from Huo Yuhao was like a heavy hammer striking his heart.
He looked at Tang Ya beside him, her eyes still somewhat vacant, clinging dependently to his sleeve, and a massive panic seized him.
Yes, he couldn't afford to gamble.
He couldn't risk the slightest danger to Tang Ya.
If he left survivors today, they would surely become a major future threat. For Tang Ya... for Tang Ya to live safely...
Bei Bei fiercely bit his lower lip, nearly drawing blood.
He struggled, and finally, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes was replaced by cold resolve.
He slowly raised his head. As he met the shocked and furious gazes of Tang San and the others, he painfully closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only deep apology and unshakeable determination remained.
"I am sorry..."
Bei Bei's voice was low and hoarse, carrying guilt, yet it was absolutely clear.
"For Tang Ya... I cannot... leave any potential threat."
He ultimately chose to stand on Huo Yuhao's side, even if the price was personally burying the origin of his own bloodline.
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