Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

"What are you doing?" Lin Ye shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"I didn't do anything, I just invited you to my 'Arena of Life and Death' for a bit of fun."

"A death arena?" Tang Hao was stunned; he had never heard of this term before.

Seeing his foolish look, Lin Ye kindly explained:

"Well, to put it simply, in this space, no matter if you were an ordinary person or a titled Douluo before, you will be forcibly transformed back into your appearance when you were six years old and had just awakened your martial soul."

"What?!" Tang Hao was shocked and completely dumbfounded.

Such an incredible skill exists in the world?!

Forcibly turning the enemy back to a six-year-old? How are we supposed to fight like this? What the hell is the point of fighting?!

He's just a helpless kid now, while Lin Ye on the other side is still the unfathomable Soul Saint!

How is this any different from a massacre?

Tang Hao's heart sank to the bottom at this moment.

Looking at Lin Ye's mocking smile, a strong sense of fear and despair instantly enveloped him.

He couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it!

Why? Why does a monster like Lin Ye, who is completely unreasonable, exist in this world?

He accepted the requirement of having a soul ring setup that would take at least ten thousand years to complete!

He accepted that someone at level 70-something could directly confront a level 95 Title Douluo like himself!

He reluctantly accepted the fact that he had the life-saving sword energy of the Thousand Streams on his body!

But now, this "arena of life and death," which he had never even heard of, has completely wiped him out of his pre-liberation state!

How are we supposed to play this game? This is blatant cheating! It's outright cheating!

"Tang Hao, stop struggling."

Lin Ye watched his face go from flushed to deathly pale, and then from deathly pale to ashen, finding it very amusing.

"The rules are simple: only one person can walk out of this arena alive. Do you think it will be you?" Lin Ye asked with a smile.

"Lin Ye! You despicable and shameless scoundrel! If you have the guts, fight me fair and square! What kind of hero uses such underhanded tactics!"

Tang Hao roared angrily, but his childish voice had no intimidating power at all; instead, it sounded like he was whining.

"Heroes and heroines?" Lin Ye thought to himself that he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Tang Hao, have you lost your mind and become like a six-year-old? What kind of time is this to talk to me about chivalry? Any method that can kill you is a good method!"

"Besides, do we need rules to deal with an old dog like you? Ridiculous!"

Lin Ye was too lazy to waste any more words with him; he was just here to collect kills.

"Now that things have come to this, prepare to die!"

Lin Ye's eyes instantly turned cold, and the first ten-thousand-year soul ring under his feet suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Thirteen Slashes of the Evil God!"

He didn't even bother to use his full strength, simply waving out three dark purple claw-like beams.

The three claw-like beams drew strange arcs in the air as they flew toward six-year-old Tang Hao.

"Don't even think about it!"

Although Tang Hao has turned into a child, his fighting instincts remain.

He roared, and a Haotian Hammer instantly materialized in his small palm, which he smashed towards the three claw-like beams.

However, without spirit rings, the Clear Sky Hammer, even though it is the number one weapon spirit in the world, is no match for it now.

"Bang!"

The claws clashed with the hammer.

Without any suspense, the Haotian Hammer couldn't even withstand it for a second before being knocked away by the first claw strike.

The remaining two claw beams struck Tang Hao's small body squarely.

"puff!"

Tang Hao was struck hard; his small body flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.

He struggled to get up, but the two deep, bone-revealing wounds on his chest made even moving a finger a luxury.

"I...I'm not reconciled..."

Tang Hao lay on the cold ground, feeling his life force rapidly slipping away, his eyes filled with resentment.

Thinking of his eventful life, his tragically deceased wife Ah Yin, and his son Tang San, whose manhood was destroyed...

He still has a great grudge to avenge, he has not yet killed his enemies, and he has not yet turned the Spirit Hall upside down...

How could... how could I die here in such a humiliating way?

Lin Ye slowly walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Don't worry, I promise, Tang San will be down there to join you soon."

"You two, father and son, can catch up in the afterlife."

After saying that, Lin Ye lifted his foot.

"You..." Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, just about to say something.

Lin Ye's foot landed heavily on his head.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was heard.

The once mighty Haotian Douluo ended his legendary yet tragic life in such an incredibly frustrating and farcical way.

With Tang Hao's death, the entire arena of life and death began to tremble violently, and the surrounding darkness began to recede.

……

outside world.

The moment Lin Ye disappeared, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Zhu Zhuqing stared nervously at the spot where Lin Ye had vanished.

"Your Highness... will you be alright?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo asked with some concern, as this was the first time he had ever seen such a bizarre soul skill.

"Shut your mouth! His Highness the Holy Son possesses unparalleled power; how could anything possibly happen to him!"

Ghost Douluo coldly rebuked him, but his eyes were also filled with solemnity.

Only Zhu Zhuqing, though her palms were sweating with nervousness, had an almost blind trust in Lin Ye.

In her heart, Lin Ye was invincible.

Just then, the space rippled, and Lin Ye's figure reappeared in the same spot.

He remained calm, and then another body fell out of the void and crashed to the ground with a "thud".

Everyone stared intently, and gasped in shock.

That corpse was none other than Tang Hao!

However, Tang Hao had now regained his original appearance and physique, but his head was like a smashed watermelon, with red and white blood flowing all over the ground, making his death extremely tragic.

His severed left arm lay alone not far away.

died?

The Haotian Douluo who once single-handedly crushed the Spirit Hall, leaving them utterly humiliated, is dead just like that?!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing unparalleled shock in each other's eyes!

Even if the two of them joined forces, they could only barely restrain Tang Hao at his peak.

But Lin Ye actually killed him! And judging from the looks of it, it seemed quite easy!

Just how many trump cards does His Highness the Holy Son still have hidden that they don't know about?

Flander and Liu Erlong, who were imprisoned by Chrysanthemum Douluo's soul power, saw Tang Hao's corpse and their last hope was completely shattered.

The two men turned pale and collapsed to their knees, their bodies limp.

It's over, it's over.

Even Tang Hao is dead, how could the two Soul Saints possibly survive?

Just then, the mark of the Evil God Sword on Lin Ye's brow suddenly lit up with an eerie red light.

A majestic voice resounded directly in his mind.

[The Evil God's Second Trial: Kill a Title Douluo. Completed.]

[Reward: Increases affinity with the Evil God by 20%, and increases Soul Power by one level.]