Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 404 Beibei's Determination

The purplish-black light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

A head, its face contorted with rage and resentment, shot into the sky, blood gushing from its headless neck like a fountain.

Tang Xiao, the current sect master of the Haotian Sect and the Howling Sky Douluo, is dead!

"Uncle—!!!"

In the distance, Tang San, who was retreating under the desperate protection of Liu Erlong, Flander and others, witnessed this tragic scene. His eyes instantly turned blood red, and unparalleled hatred erupted in his chest like a volcano, almost tearing his reason apart.

That was one of the few blood relatives he had left in the world.

The killings continued.

Several royal retainers from the Star Luo Empire perished one after another under the siege of the six great retainers and many elders, their blood staining the sky.

On the other hand, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's evacuation was decisive and efficient.

The instant Bibi Dong unleashed her divine power, Ning Fengzhi shouted without hesitation, "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, let's go."

Without any hesitation, Sword Douluo Chen Xin unleashed his full sword energy domain, unleashing countless sharp sword energies that swept outwards like a storm, temporarily forcing back his entangled opponent.

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, directly tore through space, and his enormous bone dragon claws grabbed Ning Fengzhi and some of the core disciples, instantly disappearing into the void.

Several elders from the Spirit Hall wanted to give chase, but were forced back by a cold sword light that Chen Xin turned around with.

Seeing the murderous intent in Sword Douluo's eyes, and recalling the tragic scene of Spirit Kite Douluo being instantly killed by a single sword strike, the elders felt a chill in their hearts and ultimately did not dare to pursue further. They could only watch helplessly as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School members disappeared into the chaotic battlefield.

Not all titled Douluo are so lucky to escape.

At the edge of the battlefield, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo was enveloped in the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Poison, forcing back several Soul Douluo-level powerhouses. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he transformed into a streak of green light and attempted to escape.

"Old poisoner, where do you think you're going?"

A soft, feminine voice rang out, and countless petals of the rare and precious Chrysanthemum 'Tongtianju' (a type of chrysanthemum) rained down like a golden waterfall, blocking his path.

Yue Guan's figure emerged amidst the rain of flowers, his gaze fixed on his old rival with whom he had fought for half his life, a complex expression on his face.

At the same time, two figures blocked Dugu Bo's retreat from the left and right.

The porcupine douluo on the left swelled up, its venom sacs bulged, and it emitted a stench no less intense than that of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King.

On the right, the Serpent Spear Douluo wielded a twelve-foot-long spear, its tip locked onto Dugu Bo's aura.

"Yue Guan, is bullying the weak with numbers your style of the Spirit Empire?"

Dugu Bo's face was gloomy. He knew that things would probably not end well today.

The Porcupine Douluo cackled, "Dugu Bo, your poison is useless against us."

Serpent Spear Douluo coldly said, "Surrender and I might spare your corpse."

"Humph!"

Dugu Bo snorted coldly, and the true form of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King instantly appeared, its massive serpent body stirring up poisonous clouds.

"I have roamed the continent for a lifetime, why would I beg for mercy from you lackeys? If you want my life, then pay with your life."

The war broke out instantly.

Dugu Bo knew he was in dire straits, so he used every move he could muster, spewing out the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's Venom as if it were free, corroding everything around him.

The Porcupine Douluo used poison to fight poison, constantly devouring and neutralizing the deadly toxins, while the Serpent Spear Douluo, with his extreme speed and penetrating power, used his spear like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, repeatedly leaving deep wounds on the hard scales of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King.

The main attacker remains Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan.

"The ninth soul skill, the chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is covered with wounds, the flowers fall and the heart is broken!"

Yue Guan finally used his strongest soul skill.

Countless golden petals transformed into the sharpest blades in the world, forming a destructive golden storm that completely engulfed the enormous Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's true form.

Scales shattered, and blood splattered.

Dugu Bo's defenses were completely torn apart, and his true form was forced to dissipate. He staggered backward, his body covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, and his aura was extremely weak.

He looked at Yue Guan, who was closing in, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "It's better to die at your hands than at the hands of those nameless nobody..."

Yue Guan paused for a moment, then conjured a golden chrysanthemum blade in his hand and said softly, "Old Poisoner, may you rest in peace."

A flash of golden light, and the Chrysanthemum Blade pierced Dugu Bo's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

The once-powerful Poison Douluo has fallen.

Along the rugged mountain path, Tang San and his group hurriedly made their way through the darkness and dense forest.

The repeated bloody battles, the grief of losing loved ones, and the exhaustion of fleeing for their lives nearly crushed this defeated army.

However, just as they rounded a mountain pass and thought they were temporarily safe, several figures blocked their way.

The moonlight shone down, clearly illuminating the figures of those people—the cold-faced Huo Yuhao, the lively Xiao Wu standing beside him, and the composed Bei Bei and Tang Ya.

The most eye-catching figure was Jing Yuan, a man who stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a rocky outcrop, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly detached yet radiating an invisible pressure.

"Stop!"

Tang San suddenly raised his hand, his voice hoarse but full of vigilance.

The fleeing group instantly shrank, with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun immediately taking the lead. Oscar quickly made recovery sausages and distributed them to everyone, while Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong protected the flanks. Xiao Wu stayed close to Tang San, and Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Liu Erlong also instantly entered battle mode.

When Tang San's gaze was completely fixed on Huo Yuhao's face, an uncontrollable anger and humiliation instantly overwhelmed his reason, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

It was him, Huo Yuhao, who repeatedly "tortured" him in various ways in the simulated universe, making him experience countless deaths and humiliations.

Those memories, like nightmares, were deeply etched into his soul. He had suppressed them in his daily life, but now, seeing his enemy, all his hatred erupted like a volcano.

"It's you!"

Tang San almost gritted his teeth as he spoke, his fingers already gripping the most powerful hidden weapons from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night: Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, Peacock Feathers... His Xuan Tian Gong was running wildly within him, and his killing intent was almost tangible.

At the same time, Xiao Wu, who was standing next to Tang San, couldn't help but be drawn to the beautiful figure next to Huo Yuhao.

That was clearly another, more mature version of herself, with the same scorpion braid and the same delicate face, but those pink eyes held an emotion she couldn't understand.

The moment their eyes met, a chill emanating from the depths of Tang San's soul enveloped Xiao Wu beside him, causing her to tremble involuntarily. It was as if she had encountered a natural enemy, or as if she had seen some predetermined, unfortunate future. A premonition of impending doom gripped her heart.

"It's that bastard!"

Dai Mubai also recognized Huo Yuhao, with the white tiger phantom appearing and disappearing behind him.

Ma Hongjun was furious, and his phoenix flames rose uncontrollably.

The hot-tempered Liu Erlong's anger surged the moment she saw Huo Yuhao, and she roared:
"You little bastard, how dare you show your face in front of us? You'd better give me your life!" With that, the Fire Dragon Martial Soul was about to possess her and charge forward.

"Erlong, calm down."

Flander held her arm tightly. "Now is not the time to act impulsively."

"Boss Fu, let me go! I'm going to kill him!" Liu Erlong struggled fiercely.

"Erlong, listen to me." Yu Xiaogang's hoarse and heavy voice rang out. He pressed down on Liu Erlong's shoulder, his eyes filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

"We are now a defeated army, fleeing for our lives. Any unnecessary conflict could wipe us out."

The master's prestige and rationality finally allowed Liu Erlong to suppress her impulse for the time being. She stomped her foot hard, glared at Huo Yuhao with eyes blazing with fire, but stopped rushing forward.

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Huo Yuhao and his group before finally settling on Huo Yuhao, who was clearly in charge, and asked in a deep voice:

"What do you intend to do by blocking our way here?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a cold smile, devoid of any warmth, only filled with undisguised contempt and killing intent.

For some reason, from the first time he saw Tang San in the simulated universe, he felt an instinctive and inexplicable disgust for this person, and this feeling even affected his attitude towards the other Shrek Seven Devils.

He was too lazy to investigate the reason, and he didn't care at all.

In his eyes, Tang San and his group were nothing more than a bunch of pathetic creatures about to become ghosts.

"What do you want?"

Huo Yuhao chuckled, and a scarlet light suddenly burst forth from his bright eyes.

"I'll take you...to where you need to go."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the air. A huge, gray-white gate, shrouded in endless deathly silence and a chilling aura, opened behind him with a deafening sound of bones grinding and the wails of the dead.

The gate to the undead demiplane has been opened.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

The heavy, rhythmic sound of horses' hooves was like a death knell tolling on the heart.

The first to emerge was an entire square of undead knights.

They were clad in rusty yet still sturdy armor, their eyes burning with eerie blue soul fire, and they held spears and heavy swords imbued with the aura of death.

What's most chilling is that above the heads of them and the skeletal warhorses beneath them, there floats a faint but real golden glow, which is the undead with the attribute of light created by Electrox.

They possess both the fearlessness of the dead and their restraint towards the living, as well as a trace of resistance to the power of light.

Following closely behind were surging skeleton soldiers, wielding bone swords and shields, silently arrayed in formation.

Slow-moving yet incredibly strong, zombies that reek of decay.

A lich floating in mid-air, holding a bone staff, chanting eerie incantations.

And those bone dragons in the sky, flapping their enormous bone wings and casting shadows of despair.

With an entire undead demiplane at his disposal, Huo Yuhao already possesses terrifying strength, capable of commanding an army on his own, even though his soul power level has not yet reached its peak.

With this endless army of the dead, he dared to confront even a true Title Douluo head-on, let alone this group of wounded and depleted soldiers in front of him.

The Scourge of the Undead, at this moment, revealed its ferocious fangs in this silent valley.

A chilling aura of death spread out, completely blocking Tang San and his companions' last chance of survival.

As the gate to the undead demiplane burst open, countless undead creatures exuding an aura of death surged out like a tide, instantly turning the narrow mountain path into a ghostly realm, Beibei's face turned deathly pale.

He turned sharply to Huo Yuhao, his voice trembling slightly with shock and anger:
"Yuhao, what are you doing?! We agreed that we only wanted to obtain the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone from Tang San to help Xiaoya regain her life and find a way out. Why do you have to kill her?!"

His anxious gaze swept over Tang San and his group, who were on high alert, and lingered for a moment on Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong, a subtle and complex struggle flashing in his eyes.

After all, they were his ancestors, with whom he shared blood ties.

“What’s more…among them, there are…” Beibei’s voice lowered, with a hint of pleading.

"Humph!"

Huo Yuhao snorted coldly, interrupting Bei Bei.

His piercing eyes, filled with endless coldness and spiritual pressure, swept over Beibei with an almost cruel clarity and mockery.

"Senior brother, you're too naive."

Huo Yuhao's voice was icy cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

"You should be able to figure it out, right? The Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone has obviously been completely refined by Tang San and fused with his right leg bone. To take the soul bone, you would have to break his limb and shatter his bone, which is equivalent to crippling one of his legs. With such a deep-seated hatred, do you really expect him to forgive and forget and not seek revenge in the future?"

His words peeled back the layers of a bloody reality:
"Don't forget, these people in front of us were destined to become gods in the original timeline. Who can guarantee that even in today's desperate situation, they won't be blessed with good fortune again, obtain some kind of heaven-defying opportunity, and soar to the heavens? At that time, who among you, me, and Teacher Xiaoya... can withstand the wrath of a god?"

Huo Yuhao's gaze was sharp, piercing straight into Bei Bei's deepest fears:

"Are you going to gamble with Teacher Xiaoya's future safety because of a moment of reluctance? Now that we've decided to take action, we must nip it in the bud and eliminate any future troubles. Today, none of them can leave here alive."

"I……"

Beibei felt as if struck by lightning, and her body trembled violently.

Every word Huo Yuhao said struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

He looked at Tang Ya beside him, whose eyes still held a hint of emptiness and who was clinging to his clothes dependently. A huge panic gripped him.

Yes, he can't afford to gamble.

He couldn't gamble with Xiaoya in any way.

If we spare their lives today, they will surely become a major threat in the future. For Xiaoya's sake... for Xiaoya's sake so that she can live in peace...

Beibei bit her lower lip so hard it almost drew blood.

He struggled, but in the end, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes was replaced by a cold resolve.

He slowly raised his head and met the shocked and angry gazes of Tang San and the others. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, all that remained was a deep sense of apology and an unwavering determination.

"I'm sorry..."

Beibei's voice was low and hoarse, filled with guilt, yet incredibly clear.

"For Xiaoya's sake... I can't... leave any potential problems behind."

He ultimately chose to stand on Huo Yuhao's side, even if the price was to personally destroy the source of his own bloodline.

(End of this chapter)