Douluo: Becoming Qian Renxue

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

"You... who are you?"

Tang Xiao widened his eyes, spoke with difficulty, and looked at the group of mysterious people in front of him in disbelief.

His neck was tightly gripped by an invisible force, as if to strangle him. The severe pain throughout his body made it almost impossible for him to breathe, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Qian Renxue glanced at him expressionlessly, and her fake mechanical voice exuded coldness, "Master Tang is really a noble man who forgets things easily."

The eyes beneath the mask were full of disappointment, cold and arrogant, as if looking at an ant.

At this moment, in the abyss below, countless corpses had quietly disappeared. Those once vibrant lives had now become the losers of this battle.

A well-equipped and well-trained team, with mechanical wings, lined up in an orderly manner above the abyss. They wore uniform clothing and masks on their faces, so their faces could not be seen clearly, but they exuded a palpitating aura.

This team continued to attack the Haotian Sect, and each attack brought tremendous pressure to the Haotian Sect.

Despair was like a shadow, enveloping the entire Haotian Sect.

The disciples were terrified and fled everywhere, but there was nowhere to escape. Tang Xiao's heart was filled with despair and anger. He opened his eyes wide, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

This generation of young disciples had never experienced such a brutal battle, and their hearts were filled with fear and helplessness.

In fact, most of them have stayed in this mountain since they were born, and have very few opportunities to go out and gain experience.

Just an hour ago, when Tang Xiao and the Seventh Elder had just finished arguing, the atmosphere of the meeting had not yet calmed down.

However, at this moment, the sect was suddenly attacked by a powerful force. This force was like a bomb, instantly detonating the entire Haotian Sect. Many weaker disciples did not even have time to react and fainted on the spot.

Bibi Dong, who was also wearing a mask, came to Qian Renxue, patted her shoulder gently, and said decisively: "It's time to end."

The sword in Bibi Dong's hand had just chopped off the heads of several elders. Wasn't that sword that exuded a cold murderous aura the Shura Demon Sword? The divine sword stained with countless blood exuded an endless murderous aura that made people shudder.

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, and Tang Xiao's blood immediately sprayed on her clothes.

She closed her eyes and calmed her restless murderous intent.

Qian Daoliu stood behind the two of them, also wearing a mask.
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Yue Xuan
"Aunt! Aunt!" The disciple's tone was anxious and his figure was a little messy.

Tang Yuehua frowned slightly and said unhappily, "Why are you so anxious today? Just tell me what's going on."

The disciple's lips trembled, and his voice was filled with fear. "Last night, our sect was attacked by the enemy, and the sect master..."

Tang Yuehua's face changed, and she stood up suddenly, her voice raised a few degrees, "What? Explain it clearly!"

Tang Hao, who was drunk in the room, sobered up instantly after hearing the news. He rushed out the door and asked nervously, "Yuehua, what happened?"

Tang Yuehua's eyes were slightly red, tears welled up in her sockets, and her voice choked, "Second brother..." Before she could finish her words, her vision suddenly went black, her body shook a few times, and she fainted on the ground.
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"Who! Who is it?" Tang Hao hugged Tang Xiao's body and roared weakly.

His eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were almost cracked, and tears continued to flow down, dripping onto Tang Xiao's cold body.

Tang Yuehua looked numbly at the bloodstains in the sect that had not yet dried. She was always dignified and elegant, but now her hair was messy and her clothes were stained with blood. The bloodstains had dried and clung to her body, as if reminding her of everything that happened last night.

This blood belongs to our fellow sect members.

The blood in the sect had dried up, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which made people feel nauseous and terrified. Tang Yuehua stood there quietly, looking at the corpses on the ground, her heart filled with pain and despair.

These people were her compatriots, her closest people. And now, they have all left this world.

There were not many survivors among the elite of the younger generation.

The young disciple came over, his face was pale and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

He walked to Tang Yuehua and said softly, "Aunt Yuehua, there are still some people alive, but not many, no more than a hundred. The Sect Master hid them in an emergency shelter before, but they are basically women, children, and the elderly. We escaped because we went to the Xingdou Great Forest to hunt for spirit rings, but there are not many of us, no more than fifty."

Tang Yuehua wiped the tears from her face, her voice a little hoarse, "What did they say? Did they see what the murderer looked like?"

The young disciple shook his head. “Aunt, they couldn’t see anything and didn’t dare to make any sound. They only heard a fierce fight and then were taken to the shelter. They didn’t know what happened or who the murderer was.”

Tang Yuehua nodded, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. These living people might not be able to provide much useful information.

But at least, they are still alive, which is also a kind of hope.

Tang Yuehua gently patted the young disciple's shoulder and said, "Thank you for telling me this. You can go down first. My second brother and I need some quiet time."

"But..." The young disciple hesitated for a moment and did not go directly. Instead, he glanced at Tang Hao beside him, as if he had something to hide. Finally, he said, "Aunt, one of the elders survived. He is the Seventh Elder. Although he survived, his injuries are extremely serious. He is still in a coma and it may be difficult for him to wake up."

Everyone in the sect knew that the Seventh Elder had always held strong prejudices and dissatisfaction towards Tang Hao.

After hearing this, Tang Hao's body trembled violently, and he slowly raised his head. He said with a firm and steady look, "Even if only one elder can survive, it can be considered a kind of luck. In any case, we must do our best to save him. He must know the clues of the murderer."

The young disciple's expression became complicated, and he sighed helplessly, "Your Majesty Haotian, the sect currently lacks a suitable medical spirit master, and even if the Seventh Elder can save his life, his martial spirit is very likely to be severely damaged and difficult to recover."

The martial soul is the core of life for a soul master. If the martial soul is damaged, the impact on the soul master will be immeasurable.

The young disciple couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The Seventh Elder was also miserable. Thinking of this, he nodded to the two of them, closed the door and walked away.

Martial soul damaged?

Upon hearing the news, Tang Hao's pupils suddenly dilated and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)