Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

Chapter 55: The True Colors Revealed, Tang San's Opportunity is Intercepted

boom!

Su Chen's figure, like a dark red meteorite, carrying endless abyssal demonic energy, crashed heavily onto the small boat where Ghost Hand was!

The ship rocked violently, the waterline dropped half a foot, and the deck that had been trampled on was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks!

"you----!"

The color drained from Ghost Hand's face in an instant, and the fear that came from the depths of his soul almost suffocated him!

He never dreamed that his proud plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain would be foiled in this way!

Those ferocious dragon wings burning with demonic flames, and that terrifying, domineering aura, had completely exceeded his understanding of Soul Masters!

But the instinct for survival overcame the horror!

The instant Su Chen landed, Ghost Hand let out a shrill shriek. His body was like a spring that had been triggered, and dozens of jet-black, shiny needles shot out instantly from his waist, cuffs, boots, and even between his fingers!

"Penetrating bone nail!"

These fine needles were all coated with a deadly poison that could kill instantly upon drawing blood. They drew dozens of death trails in the night, forming a barrage of bullets that covered every corner, completely enveloping the space around Su Chen!

This was his trump card! It was the secret weapon that made him famous!

However, facing this barrage of death bullets that could instantly kill any Soul Master of the same level, Su Chen's face remained completely calm.

He didn't even bother to hide.

"bite"

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out.

Su Chen slightly raised his left hand, and the Holy Sword of Judgment was already unsheathed. Its golden blade radiated a holy and dazzling light like the sun!

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a supreme law that purified all things in the world.

All the flying "Bone-Piercing Nails" melted and purified the black poison on their tips as soon as they came within three feet of Su Chen's body, turning into wisps of harmless blue smoke, just like ice and snow meeting the sun!

"That's impossible!"

Ghost Hand's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets!

His deadly poison was actually purified by the light?!

Before he could recover from his shock, an even deeper and more desperate terror descended upon him.

The phantom of the God-Slaying Demon Spear flashed by in Su Chen's right hand.

Fifth Soul Skill: Endless Dark Prison!

With a whoosh, a huge domain, seemingly made of pure dark purple crystal, suddenly unfolded around Su Chen, instantly engulfing the entire small boat and the surrounding waters for dozens of meters!

Within this domain, everything has changed!

Gravity, perception, the flow of soul power—everything was completely distorted by an irresistible supreme force!

Those "bone-piercing nails" that had lost their potent toxicity and retained only their physical penetrating power suddenly slowed to a crawl the moment they entered the area, their flight paths became erratic, and they eventually fell helplessly onto the deck with a "clink-clink" sound, like toys discarded by children.

Ghost Hand himself felt as if he had been instantly trapped in a solidified spider web!

The air became as thick as a swamp, and with each breath, a tearing pain shot through his lungs! His pride and joy in speed and skill became a colossal joke at that moment!

He tried to raise his hand, but found that his arm felt as heavy as a thousand pounds!

He tried to mobilize his soul power, but found that it was stagnant in his meridians!

Faced with Su Chen's absolute and unreasonable domain suppression, this so-called expert in hidden weapons was not even as good as an ordinary person!

"it's over."

Su Chen walked step by step toward the ghost hand that was suppressed by the domain and could not move. His footsteps sounded like the death knell on the silent ship.

His tone was as calm as if he were stating a fact, yet it was full of condescending sarcasm.

"Is this the hidden weapon you're so proud of?"

"It's flashy and fancy, only slightly better than the metal sheet I know that a guy surnamed Tang plays with."

A kid surnamed Tang?

Ghost Hand trembled violently. He wanted to roar, to argue, to ask who that guy surnamed Tang was!

However, under the suppression of the "Endless Dark Prison," he couldn't even open his mouth; he could only let out a "hoarse" sound from his throat, like a broken bellows.

Su Chen had already walked up to him, ignoring his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He slowly raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

There was no radiance of soul power, and no dazzling soul skills.

It was just a simple punch.

But in the center of his fist, strands of hidden energy, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, were flowing and accumulating like tides.

The newly comprehended "Eight Extremes Collapse" finally revealed its ferocious fangs at this moment.

Ghost Hand watched helplessly as the fist, seemingly slowly imprinted on his chest, appeared in his terrified pupils.

There was no loud noise as I had imagined.

There was hardly any pain.

With a soft "hiss," the sturdy clothing on his chest instantly and silently turned into the finest dust, which fluttered down.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, layered, terrifying shockwave penetrated his skin and surged into his body.

Click—click click—

He could clearly hear the sound of his meticulously arranged hidden weapon mechanisms, hard ribs, and even his most important heart meridian being completely shattered layer by layer, from the outside in, by that domineering and unparalleled hidden force!

"Well----"

Ghost Hand's eyes widened, and his life force rapidly ebbed away like a tide.

In the moment before he fell, all the resentment and unwillingness in his eyes turned into endless fear and confusion.

He died without understanding why such terrifying power existed in this world.

Su Chen slowly withdrew his fist, never once glancing at the falling corpse.

He turned around, casually picked up the heavy black iron box, and with a gentle flap of the abyssal dragon wings burning with demonic flames on his back, he transformed into a streak of light and returned to the other side.

When Su Chen reappeared at the ferry crossing, the battle there had already ended.

Those so-called "actors" were all bruised and battered, bound like dumplings by Xiao Wu with spider silk, and thrown on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

"Su Chen!"

When Xiao Wu saw him return, her eyes lit up instantly, like a little rabbit seeing its master return. She hopped over immediately, but halfway there, she seemed to remember something, and abruptly stopped, put her hands on her hips, and snorted angrily.

"You're back? I thought you abandoned us and went off to chase after bad guys!"

That's what she said, but her bright eyes were filled with undisguised joy and admiration.

Su Chen found her adorable, contradictory expression amusing and reached out to ruffle her little head.

"Thanks for your hard work."

A warm, large hand landed on her head, and Xiao Wu's cheeks flushed instantly. Her puffed-out cheeks deflated in an instant, and she lowered her head slightly, her voice barely audible: "It's...nothing much..."

Xu Tinglan, who was standing to the side, watched this scene, and a ripple of emotion, which she herself did not notice, appeared in her usually calm and aloof eyes.

As she watched the man carrying the iron box walk towards her calmly, the shock in her heart was like a tidal wave.

From planning, to breaking the deadlock, and finally to closing the net —

This man seemed to have everything under his control.

"Look at what we've got tonight."

Su Chen placed the black iron box on a flat rock and clicked open the lock.

The moment the box was opened, there were no glittering treasures, only stacks of neatly arranged booklets and a rolled-up parchment drawing made of a special material.

"This is----"

As a deacon in the Legal Department, Xu Tinglan was far more sensitive to these matters than Xiao Wu. She stepped forward, picked up the top ledger, and after flipping through only two pages, her hand holding the ledger began to tremble slightly, and her usually cool and beautiful face instantly lost all color!

"Oh my God!"

She murmured incoherently, her voice filled with disbelief and horror.

"Han Su—how dare he!"

"What's wrong?" Xiao Wu asked curiously as she leaned closer.

"This—this is no ordinary ledger!" Xu Tinglan's voice trembled. "This is—this is a secret ledger detailing the transactions between several high-ranking provincial officials of the Heavenly Dou Empire and the black market involving people, contraband soul tools, and even—arms!"

"If even a single page of this were to leak, it would be enough to trigger a magnitude 12 political earthquake in the Heaven Dou Empire!"

Xiao Wu only half understood what Xu Tinglan was saying, but seeing Xu Tinglan's unprecedentedly flustered appearance, she knew that this thing was definitely of great importance.

Her gaze then fell on the parchment drawing that Su Chen had unfolded.

The drawings depict a complex, exquisite, yet extremely dangerous lotus-shaped sphere. Countless tiny parts and mechanisms are layered upon each other, creating a destructive beauty that sends chills down your spine.

"Wow—what is this? It's so beautiful—" Xiao Wu couldn't help but exclaim.

"Buddha's Wrath Over the Lotus".

Su Chen uttered four words calmly.

Then, he looked at Xiao Wu and Xu Tinglan, who were completely shocked, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Now, do you understand what we actually hijacked tonight?"

Xiao Wu raised her head, her big eyes sparkling with admiration as she looked at Su Chen, her eyes almost overflowing with adoration.

"Su Chen————"

"You—you even knew they were hiding this kind of thing?!"

After the initial shock, the three began to carefully inventory these spoils that were enough to overturn everything.

Holding the account books, Xu Tinglan felt as if she had found a treasure. She discovered that the signature of one of the officials, with its unique handwriting, was exactly the same as an anonymous letter from a cold case she had handled three years ago—a case in which a powerful nobleman's entire family was executed, but all clues were forcibly erased!

This line was deeper and darker than she had imagined!

Su Chen's attention, however, was entirely focused on the incomplete painting of "Buddha's Wrath of the Tang Lotus".

He discovered that the sheepskin material of the drawing was extremely unusual, unlike anything from this era.

With a thought, he slowly probed his vast spiritual power into the blueprint.

The next second, his mind jolted!

In an inconspicuous corner of the blueprint, he "saw" a blurry emblem imprinted on it using a more sophisticated spiritual technique!

That was an ancient character, "Tang"!

However, the way this character "Tang" was written was domineering and its structure was rugged, completely different from the "Tang" he knew from the Haotian Sect! It also had no relation to the Tang Sect that Tang San would establish in the future!

There's an even deeper secret hidden behind this!

Su Chen slowly withdrew his spiritual power, raised his head, and gazed into the distance towards the direction of Tian Dou City, his deep eyes piercing through the night.

Han Su was just the beginning.

An even bigger storm is coming.

And he will be at the center of this storm.