Douluo Continent: The Legend of the Dragon King? No, the Legend of the Six Kings!

Inside Prince Xuexing's mansion, two uninvited guests arrived: Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, who had just left the arena.

Prince Xuexing, the master of the manor, seemed somewhat surprised by their arrival and asked curiously, "Sect Master Ning, Your Excellency Sword Douluo, what brings you to my manor today?"

He knew that the two people in front of him were the Crown Prince's men. Now that he and his nephew Xue Beng suspected that Xue Qinghe had a problem, it was definitely not a good thing for the two of them to come here at this time.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "Your Highness, I have a question that I need your answer."

Tell me about it.

"I heard that Prince Xuexing and Poison Douluo are getting close?"

"Naturally, Poison Douluo is a distinguished guest of my royal residence, and also a guest elder." Prince Xuexing introduced excitedly without hesitation, "I have a very good relationship with him. Sect Master Ning, is there a problem?"

After hearing Prince Xuexing's words, the two exchanged glances. Ning Fengzhi chuckled and asked, "Your Highness, are you aware of the Heavenly Dou Second Team?"

"Of course I know that it wasn't the Crown Prince's responsibility. You, as his teacher, should know better. Why are you afraid that I'll steal the Crown Prince's credit? I'm not that shameless."

Prince Xuexing's eyes revealed disdain. If it weren't for Xue Qinghe's interference, the honor of the Heaven Dou Second Team would have belonged to him and Xue Beng. He didn't care. As long as Poison Douluo didn't break ties with him, he would still be Prince Xuexing's man and could continue to act like a bully.

He didn't realize that his calm and disdainful expression already said a lot.

Prince Xuexing knew this all along, but still planned to set a trap for Crown Prince Xueqinghe.

Having confirmed his suspicions, Ning Fengzhi, despite his unease, calmly rose and said, "Your Highness, we will take our leave now."

Seeing Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo about to leave, Prince Xuexing originally wanted to keep them for lunch, but seeing this, he finally gave up.

Prince Xuexing curled his lip and said, "The Crown Prince's teacher is indeed different. He's even afraid that I'll steal the Crown Prince's credit. I'm not that shameless. However, Qinghe's methods are getting more and more powerful. He's even started to make contact with the Poison Douluo's granddaughter."

He had a vague feeling that his nephew was in danger of being killed in the avalanche, and he had to think of a way to save him.

A prince and a clan leader, their conversation seemed to be on completely different wavelengths, yet they also seemed to understand each other perfectly.

Probably.

As the two walked out of the Prince's mansion, Sword Douluo, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

"Fengzhi, what should we do now?"

"We must not alert him. This prince is very shrewd, but too arrogant."

Ning Fengzhi had already analyzed the problem from Prince Xuexing's words, especially the line, "I will not steal the Crown Prince's credit." This was actually another kind of overt scheme, a way to go with the flow. He would then discuss with Poison Douluo how to put on a show, leaving Xue Qinghe in a passive position.

"Uncle Jian, let's go to the Crown Prince's residence and discuss the plan with Qinghe."

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During the Soul Master Competition, Lin Nuo was unaware that the chain reaction from the Heaven Dou Royal Family would be so significant. At this moment, his gaze was focused on Tang Wuling and Tang San below.

Tang San was furious, but to put it another way, his breath was like a child's breath—short and weak.

The blue silver entanglement, blue silver parasitism, or spider web binding were all easily neutralized by Tang Wuling, without even her using her soul power.

He relied entirely on his own powerful strength to break through all of Tang San's soul skills.

"Just how strong are you, buddy?"

Tang San stared at Tang Wuling, who had casually broken his soul skill, his face extremely ugly. The Blue Silver Grass was so resilient that even Dai Mubai had to use his third soul skill to break it, but this girl only used her fist.

It's as if his Blue Silver Grass is just a dead tree by the roadside, the kind you can crush at will.

Tang Wuling pointed at Tang San and provocatively said, "You're too weak, so weak that I don't even want to use my martial soul anymore."

These words were like a switch that detonated a bomb, making Tang San so angry that he could no longer hold back. What did these people take him, a genius with twin martial souls, for?

"Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Silver Pole Vault!"

In an instant, the Blue Silver Grass transformed into a sturdy bamboo pole. Tang San gripped the Blue Silver Pole tightly, used the Ghost Shadow Step to increase his speed, and smashed the Blue Silver Pole towards Tang Wuling's head.

In Tang Wuling's eyes, this attack was like a child playing with a bamboo stick. She easily dodged the attack and then clenched her fist to punch Tang San in the stomach.

Tang San reacted quickly, swiftly blocking the attack with his staff. Bang! The Blue Silver Staff shattered in two.

He was inwardly horrified: "This guy is incredibly strong! Are all dragon-type martial souls this powerful?"

"Dazed during battle is a major taboo. Didn't your great teacher/master say that?"

Tang Wuling's voice, like a devil's whisper, rang in Tang San's ears. He quickly came to his senses, only to see Tang Wuling's sandbag fist striking his face. It was too late to defend himself with his hands.

With a muffled thud, Tang San was sent flying, blood spurting from his nostrils.

The audience thought Tang San would fly off the stage, but he managed to steady himself in mid-air, almost falling off the stage. He wiped the blood from his nose and glanced at the broken bamboo poles on either side of Tang Wuling.

Without pausing, he stretched his hands out into the air: "Control the Crane and Capture the Dragon!"

On the arena, fragments of the broken poles surrounding Tang Wuling shot towards her like hidden weapons. This was Tang San's killing move. He didn't really intend to kill her with the poles, but the broken poles were sharp enough to injure her.

Tang Wuling took all the attacks without flinching, even to Tang San's astonishment, without even tearing a rip in her clothes. This result was unacceptable to Tang San.

"Does this guy's martial soul have some kind of external protection?"

He couldn't accept it, but the result was right in front of him; his killing move was completely useless.

"Tang San, if this is all you can do to kill, then your defeat is inevitable."

Tang Wuling lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure leaping out, her soul power condensing between her fists, preparing to give this ancestor Tang San the final punch and end this meaningless battle.

Seeing Tang San like this, Flander hurriedly shouted, "Tang San, get out of the way!"

"I can't lose! I can't stop here! For myself, for my teacher, for my father! I can't lose here!"

Tang San suddenly stood up, roared, and a Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand!

The audience watched as Tang San summoned the Clear Sky Hammer, their faces displaying a variety of reactions, and discussions arose everywhere.

"What kind of hammer is that? Did he use some other weapon?"

"Wait a minute! That looks like the Clear Sky Hammer, which hasn't appeared in a long time!"

"How is that possible? Doesn't that mean he has twin martial souls?"

"Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer, what kind of crazy combination is this?"

"Yeah, these two martial souls seem completely unrelated."

"..."

In the shadows, Tang Hao looked at his son who had used the Clear Sky Hammer and nodded. The Clear Sky Sect has no cowards, nor will they admit defeat.

"Let the world see what true power is for a mistress like me!"

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