Chapter 76: Tang Hao, Die!
A flash of golden light.
The thin golden thread pierced through Tang Hao's protective soul power, through his skin, and buried itself between his brows!
Tang San had called this golden thread a natural Dragon's Beard Needle, specially designed to break through protective qi. The same principle applied to soul power.
Even though he was a Title Douluo with a body far stronger than an ordinary Soul Master's, he was still flesh and blood.
A Dragon's Beard Needle in any other place would only torment, but in a vital point it could still take a life.
Tang Hao did not close his eyes. His tiger-like gaze remained wide as copper bells, fixed on Ah Yin.
Yet she had already turned her face away, unwilling to look any longer.
Bang!
The burly, blood-soaked figure finally collapsed, eyes staring blankly at the sky.
The last thing he saw was blue sky and white clouds.
…
"Dead… he's really dead?"
Qian Renxue stood dazed, still clutching the wooden box that held thousands of unused golden threads.
Clear Sky Douluo, the man who killed her father, had truly died by her hand, just like that?
Revenge should have been joyous, yet thinking of the six conditions she had agreed to, joy refused to come.
"No breath left."
Dugu Bo stepped forward, examined the corpse, and shook his head. "Pity he didn't die by my hand."
If, after Yu Yuanzhen, he could add Clear Sky Douluo to his record, he would have even more bragging rights when facing Ning Fengzhi and the Sword and Bone Douluo pair again…
With his long-standing troubles resolved, boasting and his granddaughter's future were all Dugu Bo had left to pursue.
"He's dead…"
Ah Yin's expression remained serene, her gentle demeanor unchanged. She stared at Tang Hao's body, eyes betraying no emotion.
Su Lin gently squeezed her soft, boneless hand but said nothing more. He turned to Qian Renxue. "Tang Hao is dead by your hand. Our agreement is fulfilled."
"Including this box of rutilated gold, that's six things. I trust the descendant of the Angel God won't go back on her word?"
The little angel's long golden hair fluttered in the breeze. Her radiant face flushed slightly as she answered, "I won't!"
Su Lin smiled. "Then, Miss Qian Renxue, how can I trust you? And if I need something done, how do I contact you?"
Qian Renxue hesitated. "You… you can reach me through Salas. I swear by the great Angel God that I will never break my promise."
"Oh?"
Su Lin raised a brow. "You didn't tell me to find someone in Spirit City, but to contact Salas."
"Let me think… Salas is the Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall and master of Heaven Dou City's Spirit Temple. So… you're in Heaven Dou City too?"
Qian Renxue's expression instantly stiffened, but Su Lin continued.
"You live in Heaven Dou City, you're Qian Xunji's daughter, yet no one has ever heard of you…"
Su Lin stroked his smooth chin. "You're not being suppressed by the current Pope, are you?"
Qian Renxue's face turned crimson. She hurriedly protested, "Nonsense! I'm not suppressed at all! My status in Spirit Hall is beyond your imagination. No one can suppress me, not even that woman!"
"Hmm… is that so?"
Su Lin seemed to realise something. "Since you hold such high status and aren't suppressed, yet you keep your identity hidden…"
"Then… you must be carrying out a secret, important mission, like infiltrating the royal family?"
This time Qian Renxue froze completely.
She had only mentioned contacting Salas—how had this guy deduced so much?
After years of hiding, had her identity been exposed just like that?
"Never mind. It's none of my business anyway."
Having teased the little angel to the brink, Su Lin suddenly stopped.
He glanced at Serpent Spear and Porcupinefish Douluo lying motionless on the ground.
"Ah Yin, see if there's any hope for them."
The little angel was surprisingly cold toward her subordinates—clearly a trait inherited from Bibi Dong.
Two Title Douluo, crippled by one blow from Tang Hao, and she hadn't even spared them a glance.
"Perhaps Tang Hao held back when trying to capture Miss Qian Renxue. They're gravely injured, but saving their lives shouldn't be difficult."
Ah Yin replied quickly.
Tang Hao's full-power strike after ring explosion could easily kill ordinary Title Douluo.
Yet these two were lucky—they still lived. And most importantly, Ah Yin was here.
A 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor surpassed any healing Title Douluo.
"Don't save them yet."
Su Lin stopped Ah Yin and looked at Qian Renxue instead.
He said nothing, but his meaning was clear.
Qian Renxue bit her bright red lip, pouting. "That'll be the seventh thing, alright?"
"Keep dreaming! Of course not!"
Su Lin shook his head at once and held up two fingers. "These are two Title Douluo. Saving one should count as one thing, right?"
Qian Renxue glanced at Serpent Spear and Porcupinefish. They had protected her for years; abandoning Title Douluo would be unreasonable.
She took a deep breath, exhaling a faint orchid fragrance toward Su Lin.
The more debt, the better!
"Fine. Saving one counts as one thing. That makes eight in total."
"Whatever you need, just have Salas pass the message."
By the end, Qian Renxue's voice had softened considerably.
Eight things—when would she ever finish paying them off?!
"Deal."
Su Lin smiled faintly, eyes narrowing. Such a rare opportunity—why not milk the little angel's generosity?
As a descendant of the Angel God and raised by Qian Daoliu, the "Number One Gentleman of the Continent," there was no doubt she would keep her word.
…
Realm of Gods.
Soft light, like a mother's hand, gently caressed the ethereal clouds.
Inside a majestic blood-red palace, upon a similarly blood-red throne, a tall man shrouded in dark red light and demonic runes suddenly opened blood-red eyes, his expression grim.
"Another inheritor is gone. How much longer must I wait?"
"Hm… life? And… angel!"
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