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Chapter 297 Haotian Sect is destroyed, Tang San dies

When Lin Feng and the other two arrived, Tang San had already thrown the poison he made into the water source of Haotian Sect. The poison quickly spread in the water, colorless and tasteless, making it hard to guard against. The disciples of Haotian Sect did not notice it at all, and continued to live and practice as usual.

Inside the hall, because Tang San reunited Tang Hao's martial spirit, all the elders of Haotian Sect and Sect Master Tang Xiao gathered again.

"I never thought that you, Tang San, actually have such a magical item that can actually reunite Tang Hao's crippled martial spirit. It's truly a miracle!" An elder exclaimed, with both surprise and doubt in his eyes.

Tang San smiled slightly, but sneered in his heart. He slowly said: "This elder, this is not just as simple as reuniting the martial spirit. With this inner core of the ten-headed scorching sun snake, my father's martial spirit will become even more powerful, and may even break through to a higher realm than before."

Upon hearing this, the elders nodded in praise, but they did not notice the coldness that flashed across Tang San's eyes.

The Seventh Elder snorted coldly. He had no good feelings towards the Tang Hao family who killed his son. He couldn't help but sneer,

"He has only recovered his martial spirit. Only one tenth of his cultivation remains. By the time he reaches the level of a Titled Douluo again, I'm afraid his time will have come.

What a stronger martial spirit, what a higher realm, in the end, it's nothing but a handful of dirt!"

Tang San's eyes suddenly turned unfriendly. This guy was the only one who was stubborn and kept picking on him. He was just an ant in the early stage of Titled Douluo, yet he dared to shout in front of him?

Tang Hao glanced at the Seventh Elder but didn't say much.

The other elders looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the hall became awkward for a moment.

As the sect leader, Tang Xiao coughed lightly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere: "In any case, it's a good thing that Tang Hao can recover his martial spirit. Our Haotian Sect has gained more strength."

"That's right," Tang San sneered, "I'm only a child, but I'm already a Soul Emperor. Throughout history, which Soul Master can compare to me?

I can help my father restore his martial soul, so I naturally have a way to help him quickly return to the peak of his strength. How can you, who only see the world from a well, understand my methods?"

Tang San's words were full of arrogance and confidence. He glanced at everyone in the hall, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

The elders were shocked by Tang San's arrogant words and were speechless for a moment. Tang Xiao also frowned, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew Tang San's talent very well, but he didn't expect him to be so arrogant and domineering, and not take the elders of the sect seriously at all.

"Tang San, although you are extremely talented, you cannot be so arrogant." Tang Xiao said in a deep voice.

However, Tang San just smiled contemptuously, not taking Tang Xiao's words to heart at all. He secretly calculated in his heart that after dealing with these annoying guys, the entire Haotian Sect would submit to him, and Tang Xiao would be just a stepping stone on his way to the top.

He calculated the time in his mind, the poison should have almost taken effect. Thinking of the painful struggles of the disciples and elders of the Haotian Sect, he couldn't help but curl up a cruel smile.

"I also brought some things back this time, called hidden weapons."

Tang San took out a rectangular cylinder from his arms, which looked a bit like a kaleidoscope.

"This thing is called the King of Hell's Post. Even a Titled Douluo will find it difficult to gain any benefit from its attack." Tang San said coldly.

"Hidden weapon?" Tang Xiao touched his chin, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "Is this thing really that powerful? It doesn't look like the soul guide weapon of the Wuhun Empire.

It's a bit ridiculous to say that you can deal with a Titled Douluo with just this thing, right?

Tang San, I know that your cultivation has been improving very quickly during this period, and you are inevitably a little proud, but you must not talk nonsense and make a fool of yourself.

The realm of Titled Douluo is the pinnacle of this world. How can a man-made thing threaten a Titled Douluo?"

Tang San walked slowly towards the center of the hall, "Of course, I still need soul power and skills to assist. Believe it or not, it's up to you. I don't care about you. This thing is the proof of my return. It can be regarded as a gift to recognize my ancestors."

As he spoke, Tang San gently placed the Yama Note on the table in the hall. The cold metallic luster flickered strangely under the light.

Then he stepped back.

Everyone looked at each other. After seeing Tang San's strength that did not match his age, they finally believed what he said a little bit. Looking at the Yama Card that Tang San put down, they couldn't help but feel curious.

Except for the Seventh Elder who snorted coldly and turned his head away while sitting in his original position, too lazy to look, almost everyone gathered around and wanted to take a closer look at this so-called hidden weapon.

Just at this moment, a disciple suddenly ran in hurriedly and panicked from outside the hall. He was pale and panting, as if he had just experienced something horrible.

He ran to Tang Xiao in panic and said something.

Tang Xiao's expression paused, and at this moment, the Yama's note placed on the table suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and then a series of clicking sounds rang out in the hall.

The hidden weapon box opened automatically, revealing eight poisonous needles inside. With the sound of breaking through the air, the eight poisonous needles shot out like lightning, aiming directly at the elders surrounding the Yama Post.

A dark poisonous mist lingered above the poison needle, emitting a deadly and dangerous aura.

The elders and Tang Xiao panicked and tried to mobilize their soul power, but found that the soul power in their bodies was like frozen and could not be mobilized immediately. It was this slight difference that allowed the poison needle to easily penetrate their bodies.

"ah--"

Sharp screams suddenly rang out in the hall, and several elders fell to the ground with black smoke coming out of their bodies.

"What's going on? Tang San! You did a great job!!!"

When the Seventh Elder heard the sound, he looked back and saw this scene. Shock and anger were mixed in his heart. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand had already appeared, and he was about to smash it towards Tang San.

"Hmm? This old man's soul power."

He subconsciously looked down, frowning, and saw two black iron galls, one large and one small, flying towards him at a speed as fast as lightning. He didn't even have time to react before the two iron galls were in front of him, and with two loud "bangs", they hit his chest directly.

"Wow——"

The iron gallbladder was shattered, and hundreds of bone-melting needles shot out from it, carrying a soul-bewitching poison mist, and quickly pierced into the body of the Seventh Elder. The Seventh Elder felt numb all over, his bones melted like cotton, and his head became dizzy.

Tang Xiao and the other elders were also in a bad situation. The poison on the Yama Post was originally able to kill Titled Douluo, and after Tang San's improvement, its power was doubled. Although they used their soul power to resist in time, the poison had already penetrated into their bodies and began to erode their vitality.

They could only sit cross-legged on the spot and regulate their breathing, blocking the flow of soul power in their bodies and slowing down the spread of the poison. However, this was only a temporary solution and the poison still wreaked havoc in their bodies.

"Tang San, Tang Hao, what are you going to do!!!"

Several angry shouts rang out in the hall, but they could not cover up the weak breath. Tang San watched all this coldly, with a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

"What? Of course, we are cleaning up the sect." Tang San walked forward slowly, his tone full of coldness, "The Haotian Sect has become corrupt. Only under my leadership can it regain its glory."

As early as when the Yama Post broke out, Tang San took Tang Hao to retreat in order to prevent a counterattack.

"Fourth soul skill, Demonic Soul Devouring."

Tang San's dark blue silver grass instantly spread to the entire hall, like a huge black net, binding everyone tightly. Under the bondage of the devil's soul, the struggles of the elders and disciples became weaker and weaker, and their vitality was deprived bit by bit.

"Zong Tangxiao! Look at the two evildoers you brought with you!!!"

Finally, an elder couldn't help but roar out loud, his eyes were red, full of unwillingness and anger.

Tang Xiao looked at Tang Hao with cold eyes and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He was his brother, but how could he be so cruel?

"Why?"

Tang Hao replied coldly, "My martial soul lacks its origin. You are my food."

"Heh," Tang Xiao took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them again, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The next moment, Tang Xiao leaped up like an enraged lion and rushed straight towards Tang Hao. His Clear Sky Hammer drew a brilliant trail in the air, and with a roar, it smashed fiercely towards Tang Hao and Tang San.

There were black lines running down his meridians, signs of the poison spreading through his body.

Tang San's hands did not stop moving, and he took out another huge disc, on which there were a total of forty-nine dark silver, odd-shaped silver nails about half a foot long, and more than ten dark silver parts of various kinds.

Its raw materials were found in the palace of the King of Slaughter. In order to make it take shape, countless blood of fallen soul masters was poured on it.

With the sound of the springs turning, the forty-nine dark silver nails suddenly shot out from the disc, like a silver rain curtain, covering Tang Xiao tightly. These silver nails all contained poison and strange soul power fluctuations.

"Heavy rain of pear blossom needles!" Tang San shouted coldly.

"Haotian protects the body!"

Tang Xiao's soul power surged out, forming a thick layer of Haotian Gangqi shield, wrapping himself tightly in it. The silver nails of the Storm Pear Blossom Needle poured down like a rainstorm, hitting the Haotian Gangqi, making a dense and crisp metal symphony, and sparks flew everywhere.

However, although Haotian Gangqi was strong, he had been poisoned twice by a poison that could kill a Titled Douluo. Now that he had not received medical treatment, he could not completely resist the intensive attack of the Torrential Pear Blossom Needles.

As waves of poisonous fog spread, Tang Xiao's shield was gradually eroded and cracks began to appear.

Some of the silver nails penetrated the shield, and although they were weakened a lot, they still carried the residual poison and soul power and pierced into Tang Xiao's skin.

Tang Xiao groaned, his body swayed slightly, and he was about to fall down, but he was furious in his heart, "Die!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and the remaining soul power in his body seemed to burn, gathering in his palm, forming a huge golden Haotian Hammer phantom, which suddenly smashed towards Tang San and Tang Hao with the force of thunder.

"Retreat quickly, he is burning his life!"

Hearing the sound, Tang San and Tang Hao quickly retreated, and Tang San released more dark blue silver grass at the same time, trying to block Tang Xiao's attack. However, Tang Xiao's attack gathered all his remaining strength and the determination to burn his life. Its power was so great that even the air seemed to be torn apart.

"boom!"

The huge golden shadow of the Clear Sky Hammer slammed heavily on the spot where Tang San and Tang Hao had just stood. The ground instantly cracked, dust flew everywhere, and the entire hall trembled.

Due to the timely retreat of Tang San and Tang Hao, the attack did not hit them directly, but even so, the terrifying shock wave still made them feel a surge of blood.

Tang Hao, who had just reached the Soul Sect level, was so shocked that blood came out of all his seven orifices, stars appeared in his eyes, and he was in unbearable pain. He almost collapsed to the ground.

"Father, hold on!" Tang San's gaze fell on a corner of the hall, where there was a mechanism he had arranged before. As long as he thought about it, he could activate the mechanism and release a more deadly poison fog.

At this moment, the poisonous fog had spread to the entire hall. The elders who were regulating their breathing to remove the poison not only did not see their physical conditions improve, but instead they collapsed to the ground one after another, losing their ability to move within a short period of time.

"Humph, without soul power and relying only on the flesh, you are nothing but chickens and dogs, hahahaha."

"If you don't cultivate your physical body and mental strength, this is what happens. A Titled Douluo of Dou Yi is terribly weak. Fortunately, it gives me a chance to plan."

Tang San laughed and looked at Tang Xiao who was standing trembling in the smoke. His hands kept moving, and hidden weapons kept flying out of his sleeves and went straight towards Tang Xiao.

"Tang San, you evil creature! How dare you attack the sect? You will not have a good death!" Tang Xiao roared, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I trusted you two scums and made great enemies for my Haotian Sect. Now, you have openly betrayed the sect and murdered my fellow disciples! I, Tang Xiao, as the sect master, feel ashamed of my ancestors!"

Tang Xiao's voice was filled with regret and anger, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to imprint the figures of Tang San and Tang Hao in his eyes forever. He endured the pain and poison in his body and raised the Clear Sky Hammer again. Although his movements were very slow, he still managed to resist Tang San's attack with difficulty.

He looked back at the elders who had fallen to the ground one after another, and was overwhelmed with grief. "Disciples of Haotian Sect, I, Tang Xiao, am sorry for you. I did not see through the true face of these two traitors, and let you suffer such a disaster!"

"Bang--"

His forehead was suddenly hit by a silver needle, which, carrying deadly poison and Tang San's powerful soul power, instantly penetrated Tang Xiao's already shaky defense and pierced deeply into his mind.

Tang Xiao's body suddenly stiffened, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed. He looked down at the gradually spreading black mist in front of his eyes and chest in disbelief, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He tried hard to stay awake, but the poison had already corroded his nerves, making him feel dizzy.

"Why...why..." Tang Xiao's voice was weak and trembling. He never understood until his death why his own brothers and nephews would be so cruel to him.

"To become stronger, for revenge."

Tang Hao slowly walked in front of him and slammed his palm on the top of his head, completely ending Tang Xiao's life. There was no ripple in his eyes, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"First soul skill, entanglement!"

"Third soul skill, devour!"

"Fifth soul skill, dark resonance!"

Countless dark blue silver grasses were like crazy tentacles, and under Tang San's control, they frantically devoured all the life force and soul force that could be devoured in the hall. The life force and soul force of those elders who fell to the ground seemed to be attracted by an invisible black hole, and flowed to Tang San continuously.

Several more blue silver grasses were connected to Tang Hao's back, and the gurgling energy and the origin of the martial soul were transferred into Tang Hao's body.

"ha--"

Tang Hao's face quickly turned red. This strong energy impact from the devouring made him feel unprecedentedly comfortable. His cultivation was rising at an astonishing speed. The soul power that had been growing slowly due to the re-cultivation was now surging like a flood.

He finally understood why his eldest son improved so quickly. So this was the wonderful feeling that those fallen soul masters had when they improved. How great would it be if his own martial soul also had this ability?

Inside the hall, the bodies of Tang Xiao and the elders slowly turned into skin and bones, then into a pile of bones, and finally turned into ashes and disappeared into the air. In the entire hall, only Tang San and Tang Hao were left.

"Father, how do you feel?" Tang San asked again.

"Good, that's great." Tang Hao's eyes sparkled with excitement, "This kind of power, this feeling, is really intoxicating."

"Yes, it's intoxicating." Tang San smiled evilly and licked the corner of his mouth.

"It's time to deal with the guys outside. The poison should last for half an hour." Tang San said, and was about to walk out.

"Um."

As the two were about to leave the hall, a cold laugh was heard, "No need, I have already dealt with the people outside. Tang San, it was really a good show, a feast for my eyes."

Tang San and Tang Hao froze when they heard the voice. Their eyes flashed like lightning and they turned to the direction where the voice came from. At the entrance of the hall, a figure slowly walked in. The man was wearing a black robe, his face was hidden in the shadows, and only his eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Who are you?" Tang San asked in a deep voice, already secretly on guard in his heart. He could sense the dangerous aura emanating from this person, and was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Hehehe, don't you recognize me?" The weird laughter made Tang San even more annoyed.

The man in black robe slowly raised his hand and took off his hood, revealing a handsome face.

"Ahem..." Lin Feng adjusted his tone and sneered, "You don't recognize me now?"

Tang San and Tang Hao's eyes were fixed on that face, and for a moment, they were somewhat incredulous.

"Why are you here!" The faces of the two men suddenly became gloomy, and Tang Hao was even a little panicked, shaking all over.

"Let's watch the show. What a great show. The internal fighting of the sect, the friendship between brothers, it's really wonderful. How does it feel to devour the vitality and martial spirit essence of the same clan?"

Tang San's heart was beating fast, but he laughed, "Very good, they should feel honored to be the stepping stone and nourishment for me to reach the top."

Lin Feng shook his head, "It's really like what you said."

He moved his fingertips slightly, and Tang Hao fainted instantly. Tang San was controlled by him to float in the air, unable to move.

"Die."

"How dare you! I am Shura."

The throat of his destiny was strangled abruptly, "Crack——" Tang San's breathing became more and more difficult, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Ashura? Humph, even if you are the God of Asura, you can't easily get ahead of me."

Tang San struggled desperately, "Huo you."

"I actually forgot." Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and sent a wisp of Yin energy into Tang San's sea of ​​consciousness, removing the spiritual imprint of Wei Yu Dong Tian Xia.

Suddenly, those sealed memories flooded into Tang San's mind.

"Remember Yu Ruyan? That was arranged by me. You like to play with other people's feelings and treat them like dogs. How does it feel this time?"

Tang San's pupils suddenly widened, "You and I are unwilling to accept this."

The vitality dissipated, and there was no longer a trace of light in Tang San's eyes. His body drooped limply, and he completely lost the breath of life.

"boom--"

A scarlet light suddenly burst out from Tang San's body, and the light turned into the Shura Demon Sword, stabbing towards Lin Feng. However, Lin Feng just smiled lightly, moved his fingers slightly, and a golden barrier instantly appeared in front of him, blocking the Shura Demon Sword firmly.

"How dare you kill my successor!"

In the void, a majestic and angry voice rang out, and the figure of Shura God gradually condensed in the void. His eyes, as hot as flames, stared at Lin Feng.

"Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)