Douluo: I am a rotten beast, I will become stronger if I accept disciples

Chapter 107: Mother and son pursue their souls and take their lives.

Tang San was as ghostly as a ghost. He relied on Ghost Shadow and Purple Demon Pupil, and Tang Sect's hidden weapons to barely deal with Feng Xiaotian's fierce attack.

However, the gap in ten levels of soul power is like an insurmountable chasm.

Feng Xiaotian has already used his second and third soul skills, and his speed is already faster than that of a Soul Sect-level agility attack soul master.

Moreover, he knew clearly that Tang San's confidence came from his insidious hidden weapon.

In order to ensure that he would not be hurt by hidden weapons, Feng Xiaotian decided to keep a distance and attack Tang San.

In the blink of an eye, the wings on his back fluttered slightly.

Suddenly, his figure shot up into the sky like an arrow, as fast as lightning.

Feng Xiaotian circled in the air like a ferocious hawk and instantly locked onto Tang San on the ground.

He just waved his hand violently, and several green wind blades, wrapped in fierce momentum, cut through the air and whizzed down.

Wherever the wind blade passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a sharp whistling sound.

The moment the wind blade landed on the ring, deep marks were cut into the granite ground of the ring by the wind blade.

Tang San felt the whistling wind blades beside his ears, his face became solemn, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Because every wind blade could take his life, he had to deal with it carefully.

However, his Purple Demonic Eye lacked insight, and he could not always dodge the wind blade's attack.

In just a short while, his clothes were torn and he had multiple wounds.

The blood-soaked cloth on the wound rustled under the whistling wind blade.

"laugh!"

Another wind blade slashed across Tang San's back, leaving a line of blood. This blow made him stagger and almost fall to the ground.

He was pale and breathing rapidly, like a stray dog.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Xiaotian's voice came to my ears.

"Tang San, is this all you have?"

Hearing this, Tang San gritted his teeth, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "Feng Xiaotian, don't be too proud too soon!"

While he was using the Ghost Shadow Technique to avoid the wind blades, he seized the opportunity and threw out a barrage of hidden weapons from his soul guide in an attempt to fight back.

However, Feng Xiaotian had anticipated this and cleverly kept his distance, flapping his cyan wings fiercely.

In an instant, a powerful airflow enveloped the entire arena.

Those hidden weapons were like soft feathers. Before they could be shot far, they were ruthlessly overturned and finally fell to the ground.

"Is this your backup plan? How disappointing!" Feng Xiaotian looked down at him with disdain in his voice.

As he spoke, he threw out several cross-shaped wind blades, which broke through the air.

Tang San felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw his hidden weapon being neutralized so easily.

He had a clear understanding of the situation and knew that he could no longer hold back.

"Damn it! I wanted to catch those contestants off guard. Since you, Feng Xiaotian, are so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

He did a somersault, barely avoiding two crisscrossing wind blades, and took out two Zhuge divine crossbows from his soul guide.

The Purple Demonic Eye flashed, instantly locking onto Feng Xiaotian and suddenly pulling the trigger.

"Shhhhhh!"

In an instant, hundreds of fine iron crossbow arrows, with sharp whistling sounds, broke through the air, and the arrowheads shone with a cold light in the sunlight.

"Feng Xiaotian, go to hell!" Tang San roared coldly.

Feng Xiaotian wanted to use the same trick to block it with airflow, but Zhuge's magic crossbow was so powerful that the crossbow arrow easily penetrated the airflow and shot straight towards him.

He was startled, but reacted very quickly.

The blue wings shook violently, and the body suddenly rose high, narrowly avoiding the crossbow arrow.

"Don't be careless. Tang San is like a hedgehog. If you're not careful, you might fall over."

Feng Xiaotian was frightened by Zhuge's magic crossbow and knew that he couldn't be careless.

His eyes became sharp, and then his body spun rapidly in the air.

In an instant, countless green wind blades shot out in a fan shape, covering the entire arena.

"Tang San, your struggle is meaningless!" Feng Xiaotian's voice echoed in the strong wind.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't dare to take it head-on. He could only run away with his head in his hands under the overwhelming wind blades.

The way it dodged in such a panic was like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, with no dignity at all.

His clothes were tattered by the wind blades, and there were several bloodstains on his back and arms, with blood dripping from his fingertips to the ground.

A hint of viciousness flashed in Tang San's eyes as he stared at Feng Xiaotian, and an irrepressible murderous intent surged in his heart.

Damn Feng Xiaotian, how dare he make me suffer humiliation in the ring!
At this time, the audience below the stage was talking about it, and those who were not from the top three sects immediately started to mock Tang San.

"A Soul Master should act like a Soul Master. Don't think you can always win by relying on connections!"

"What a joke! I don't know how he has the courage to stand on this stage."

These voices reached Tang San's ears, causing his face to darken instantly.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Haotian Sect, Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect, and Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect felt ashamed.

Those disciples of Haotian Sect who had a bad impression of Tang San angrily scolded him with dark faces.

"Tang San, stop bringing shame to the Haotian Sect! You and your father are shameless, but we still have dignity!" When Tang San heard these words, murderous intent surged in his heart.

You guys deserve to die.

If I grow up, I will make you all kneel before me!

Tang San secretly vowed to take revenge on the Haotian Sect in the future.

But now we are weak and still need their resource support.

Even if I am dissatisfied in my heart, I dare not show my dissatisfaction on my face.

So he could only transfer his anger to Feng Xiaotian, thinking of using a more powerful hidden weapon to win the game beautifully and slap everyone in the face.

"Originally, this hidden weapon was used to deal with Oscar, but Feng Xiaotian, you have become his apprentice, so I will kill you too!"

Tang San thought viciously, his hand on the soul guide.

In the blink of an eye, two iron galls, one large and one small, appeared in his hand. They were the mother and child soul-chasing and life-threatening galls.

Tang San growled, his voice filled with madness: "Feng Xiaotian, go to hell!"

The next moment, he suddenly threw out the mother and child soul-chasing and life-threatening gallbladders. The two iron gallbladders drew a strange arc in the air and instantly approached Feng Xiaotian.

In the audience, Lan Minghua narrowed his eyes.

"Is that the Mother and Son Soul-Chasing and Life-Taking Gallbladder?"

This is the hidden weapon that Tang San gave to Dugu Bo in the anime plot, so Lan Minghua naturally has a deep impression of it.

Although this hidden weapon is very powerful, he is still not worried because Feng Xiaotian is carrying the Three Treasures Pearl and the Black Battle Armor.

How could a mere mother and son chasing after souls and taking lives cause any trouble?

However, Feng Xiaotian was not aware of this and felt a fatal threat.

He quickly flapped his wings and soared into the sky, trying to escape from the attack range.

However, the mother and child soul-chasing and life-threatening courage were incredibly fast, and they caught up with Feng Xiaotian in the blink of an eye.

Then, in full view of everyone, the two iron balls, one big and one small, collided with each other.

In an instant, hundreds of bone-dissolving needles shot out and poured down like a rainstorm.

Feng Xiaotian's expression suddenly changed, his fourth soul ring lit up, a green storm emerged, forming a wind wall, trying to resist the Bone-Dissolving Needle.

Seeing this, Tang San sneered: "Feng Xiaotian, go to hell!"

In an instant, the bone-dissolving needle penetrated the wind wall and shot towards Feng Xiaotian's body.

At the critical moment, the three pearls flashed and a transparent shield appeared.

The bone-dissolving needle hit the shield, making a few subtle tinkling sounds, and was then swept away by the storm.

Feng Xiaotian was confused and didn't feel any changes in his body.

"Are you scaring yourself? So it was just Tang San's bluff?"

Apart from Feng Xiaotian, Tang San was the most shocked.

His eyes widened as he muttered, "How, how is this possible? My mother-son soul-chasing and life-stealing courage was actually blocked?"

However, Feng Xiaotian will not give him another chance this time.

With a flap of his wings, he swooped down and unleashed his self-created soul skill, the Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Wind Demon Wolf.

"Tang San, it's over!"

With each slash, the power increases exponentially.

Tang San's soul power is not as good as Feng Xiaotian's, and he has no way to deal with the thirty-six consecutive slashes of the Wind Demon Wolf.

Feng Xiaotian’s thirty-sixth slash was so powerful that the wind blade seemed to split the arena in half.

The huge wind blade made it impossible for Tang San to avoid it. His face turned pale in an instant, his legs became weak, and his crotch was wet.

Seeing this, the referee of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect on the sidelines suddenly took action. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Tower burst into light, increasing Tang San's speed.

This allowed Tang San to narrowly avoid the fatal blow.

Feng Xiaotian glared at him: "Referee, what do you mean?"

The whole audience was in an uproar, and the audience was talking about it: "How can this referee do this? He is obviously biased!"

However, before the referee could explain, there was a bang and he exploded into a bloody mist in public.

Everyone's attention was attracted by an invisible force and finally fell on Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua's face remained calm, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrests. He said coldly, "The battle continues."

Everyone was silent, even Gu Rong, Yu Yuanzhen and Tang Xiao did not dare to act rashly, and could only send a message to Tang San.

"Tang San, admit defeat!" Gu Rong's urgent voice sounded in Tang San's ears.

Tang San gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness, but his life was at stake, so he could only run desperately to the edge of the ring.

Feng Xiaotian's soul power was almost exhausted, but he still flapped his wings and a wind blade slashed on Tang San's back.

With a hiss, Tang San's back was torn open and his clothes were stained red with blood.

However, he fell off the ring and lost the game.

Seeing this, the other referee quickly announced the result: "Feng Xiaotian wins!"

(End of this chapter)