Chapter 7: Slaying Xiao Wu, Battle Against Tang Hao
Flender and Yu Xiaogang stood at the forefront of the Shrek Seven Devils, their faces grave as they gazed at the two figures floating in the sky.
Ghost Douluo didn't want Tang Hao, Flender, or Yu Xiaogang to recognize his current appearance, so he released his first martial soul, concealing himself beneath the form of a drifting shadowy specter.
Flender instantly recognized the pair—Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan. Shock flickered across his face, but he forced himself to stay calm and vigilant.
He already knew Tang San's true identity as Tang Hao's son. Following Tang Hao's instructions, he had been secretly watching over Tang San. He believed that Tang San had hidden himself well—aside from him, Yu Xiaogang, and Zhao Wuji, no one else knew the truth.
Yet now, the two Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall had appeared at Shrek Academy.
Flender's voice was cautious but steady.
"So, it's the two esteemed elders of Spirit Hall—Elder Ghost and Elder Chrysanthemum. May I ask what offense our humble Shrek Academy has committed to provoke such a visit from you two?"
Ghost Douluo let out a cold snort.
"Enough nonsense. We're only here for one thing—the hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form. If you don't want to die, get out of our way!"
Their target was clear—they would not waste time on anyone else.
Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others posed no real threat to them.
As for Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar—those little nobodies weren't even worth a glance.
At the same time, Ghost Douluo knew they couldn't afford to kill Yu Xiaogang or Ning Rongrong. If they did, Bibi Dong, Ning Fengzhi, and the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would all go mad, hunting them to the ends of the continent for revenge.
They had just broken through to rank ninety-six—they needed time to stabilize and grow stronger. Creating powerful enemies too soon would be a foolish move.
Still, Ghost Douluo understood one thing clearly: Tang Hao was nearby. Killing Tang San under Tang Hao's watchful eye would not be easy.
But Xiao Wu's soul ring and soul bone—that was something he would claim at any cost.
The moment the others heard Ghost Douluo's words, realization dawned—they understood these two Titled Douluo had come specifically for Xiao Wu.
All eyes turned toward her, filled with disbelief and shock.
No one had expected that Xiao Wu—cheerful, lively Xiao Wu—was actually a soul beast in human form.
Her face turned deathly pale, her body trembling uncontrollably. Fear filled her eyes, but she still bit her lip and stepped forward.
"I'm the one you're after. Don't hurt them!"
Though her voice quivered, it carried unshakable resolve.
The sudden revelation left Tang San completely stunned. Without hesitation, he stepped in front of her, his voice echoing with rage and determination.
"I don't care who you are— I won't let you hurt Xiao Wu!"
Ghost Douluo's cold gaze fell on Tang San. He knew full well that in the future, he would die at this cunning boy's hands—ambushed by the Seagod's Artifact.
A sinister smile twisted across Ghost Douluo's face.
"You insolent brat! Since you're so eager to die, allow me to fulfill your wish!"
Before his words had even finished echoing, his nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—rose in sequence around him.
An overwhelming pressure crashed down like Mount Tai, suffocating everyone in its path.
Then—
A thunderous voice exploded from the sky, domineering and full of fury.
"A mere flower and a lurking ghost dare to harm my son?!"
The next instant, a towering figure stepped forth from the void, radiating an aura of boundless power.
Nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—shone brilliantly around him.
The crimson hundred-thousand-year ring blazed like a sea of fire, its majesty unmatched.
He held the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, his body suspended in midair like an immovable mountain.
"Father!" Tang San cried out, his voice trembling with both shock and excitement.
He never imagined that his seemingly drunk, unassuming father was actually a Titled Douluo, and not just anyone with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!
At this moment, a strong sense of security welled up in his heart—as if with his father here, even if the sky were to collapse, there would be nothing to fear.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo simultaneously turned their gazes toward Tang Hao.
Neither of them showed the slightest hint of fear.
Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a cold snort, his tone filled with mockery.
"Tang Hao, you're still alive? You knew all along that rabbit was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form, didn't you? You selfish bastard—are you planning to treat her the same way you did the Blue Silver Emperor? To keep her around just so your son can turn her into a soul ring?"
His words struck straight at Tang Hao's sore spot.
A flash of pain and fury appeared in Tang Hao's eyes as he roared,
"Yue Guan, you're courting death!"
"Hmph! Do you think I'll fear you just because you have a hundred-thousand-year soul ring? If you've got the guts, then blow yourself up again!"
As Chrysanthemum Douluo finished speaking, he unleashed his Martial Soul's true form—the Chrysanthemum.
A colossal golden chrysanthemum bloomed behind him, each petal gleaming with razor-sharp brilliance.
His eighth soul ring suddenly flared with light.
"Eight Soul Skill—Radiant Myriad Lights!"
A powerful beam of light shot forth like lightning, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek as it blasted straight toward Tang Hao.
Tang Hao instantly sensed that both Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were much stronger than before.
Wounded as he was, and having to protect Tang San at the same time, he dared not be careless. He swung the Clear Sky Hammer with all his might to block the attack.
The hammer collided with the beam, unleashing a deafening explosion. The shockwave swept out in all directions, collapsing nearby buildings into rubble.
Almost simultaneously, Ghost Douluo released his Martial Soul's true form as well.
His body turned translucent, merging with the shadows—entering a state of intangibility.
In this form, his speed skyrocketed, and he became immune to all physical attacks.
Instead of joining Chrysanthemum Douluo to attack Tang Hao, Ghost Douluo set his sights on Tang San and Xiao Wu.
If the opportunity arose, he would kill Tang San without hesitation.
Flander and Yu Xiaogang hurriedly led Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others in an attempt to escape the chaotic battlefield.
But suddenly, a vast shadow appeared beneath Xiao Wu's feet.
The darkness coalesced into a massive ghostly hand that shot upward and seized her tightly, rendering her completely immobile.
"Ah!" Xiao Wu struggled frantically, but the spectral hand only tightened its grip.
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San tried to rush to her aid—but before he could move, two Ghost Blades slashed through the air, gleaming with deadly black light, like Death's scythes themselves, slicing straight toward him and Xiao Wu!
"Xiao San, run!"
At the last instant, a massive Clear Sky Hammer shadow came crashing down, blocking in front of Tang San.
The hammer shadow collided with the Ghost Blades, producing a piercing metallic clang as sparks flew in all directions.
Flander attempted to save Xiao Wu—but he was a moment too late.
"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the air.
The Ghost Blade pierced through Xiao Wu's chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the air crimson!
Her delicate body went limp and fell to the ground.
Those once bright, lively eyes dimmed completely, losing all trace of life.
"No! Xiao Wu!!!"
Witnessing Xiao Wu's death before his eyes, Tang San let out a soul-tearing scream.
It felt as if a blade had stabbed straight through his heart. Agonizing pain consumed him as blood spewed from his mouth.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
His eyes turned hollow and despairing—as though his entire world had just crumbled into ashes.
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End of Chapter