Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

"Boom!" The Soul-Shattering Spear and the Clear Sky Hammer collided. The air was quiet for a few seconds, and then a sound like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart spread outward from the center of the collision.

Upon impact, cracks erupted from the point of contact between the spear tips of Tang Xiao's Clear Sky Hammer and the hammer itself, spreading across its surface. Yang Wudi then struck the Clear Sky Hammer again with his spear, shattering it instantly.

With his martial soul shattered, Tang Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward. The blood vessels on his arms ruptured during the collision, and his right arm evaporated completely. If it weren't for the existence of his left arm soul bone that preserved his bones, both of his arms would have been useless.

Tang Xiao's soul power was completely exhausted, his martial soul shattered, and his soul rings dissipated. Within three months, he would be a cripple. He lay on the road like a dead pig, his eyes lifeless, filled with despair and no thought of escape whatsoever.

"Hmm? Hmph! You vicious little thief, you actually dare to try to escape from my grasp?" Yang Wudi suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, and saw Tang San hiding behind the Sixth Elder's corpse, slowly moving into the alley. He raised the Soul-Breaking Spear and hurled it at Tang San in the distance. The Soul-Breaking Spear, like a black lightning bolt, pierced straight towards the quietly wriggling Tang San.

Tang San was startled by Yang Wudi's angry shout and ran into the streets and alleys without a care.

With a soft thud, the Soul-Shattering Spear pierced Tang San's right leg, pinning him firmly to two steps in front of him in the alleyway.

Tang San could reach out and touch the blue bricks at the entrance of the alley, but those two short steps felt like an eternity, as the Soul-Breaking Spear that pierced his right leg extinguished his hope of escape.

Yang Wudi stopped paying attention to the dying Tang San, waved for the members of the Po clan who were hiding behind the wall to come out and imprison the defeated Tang Xiao and the other two members of the Haotian Sect. Then Yang Wudi returned to his clan; his primary task now was to protect Yang Ping'an, even if Yang Ping'an didn't need it.

Currently, most of the Po clan members are training in the Soul Master Legion of the Spirit Empire. There are not enough Soul Masters in the Po clan's territory. The Soul Masters who came out from behind the wall first dealt with Tang Xiao and the two Title Douluo who died, the Sixth Elder, and temporarily left Tang San, whose cultivation level was low, to be dealt with later.

Tang San's external injuries were almost completely healed by the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone, but at this moment his right leg was pierced through the thigh bone, and the Soul-Breaking Spear was still pinned to his body, preventing him from moving forward.

Tang San looked up at the members of the Broken Clan who were collecting the Sixth Elder's body and putting shackles on Tang Xiao, and felt anxious. They were about to finish off Tang Xiao and Tang Xiao and then turn to deal with him. Tang San knew full well what he was doing; he couldn't imagine the inhuman torture he would suffer if he fell into the hands of the Broken Clan.

Tang San's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he made up his mind. He took out a dagger from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night and swung it viciously at his right leg. He gritted his teeth, not making a sound, and pressed a few acupoints on the root of his right leg to stop the bleeding. He didn't have time to pay attention to his missing right leg. He released his external soul bone and quickly slipped into the alley, jumped over the city wall, and escaped into the night.

When the members of the Broken Clan discovered it, only a right leg, shimmering with blue-silver light, remained on the ground, pinned down by the Soul-Breaking Spear.

They could only present this right leg to their clan leader, Yang Wudi, as proof.

"Hmph, no matter where he escapes to, I will bring him back to you." Yang Wudi glanced at the right leg that had been brought up, and took out the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone. He recalled the legends of the past and recognized Tang San as Tang Hao's son, and snorted coldly.

"Go to the Hall Master of the Spirit Hall and issue a bounty. This scoundrel must pay a bloody price!" Yang Wudi took out a piece of paper, used his soul power to draw Tang San's appearance, and handed it to the person.

"Yes, clan leader!" The members of the Po clan also learned of Tang San's actions, and their eyes were filled with hatred for Tang San.

Meanwhile, those who had taken a detour to Wuhun City were also in trouble. Their assassination attempt was not going well. Dozens of Title Douluos had all returned to defend the city. As soon as they made their move, a Title Douluo skilled in reconnaissance discovered the secret message left by Yu Luomian and found their whereabouts.

Under Qian Xunji's deliberate trap, the assassination team was forced to face the siege of dozens of Title Douluos before they could even achieve their goal.

With Ning Fengzhi's assistance, they fought and retreated. Initially, they relied on the Sword Douluo's level 96 soul power; the Star Luo Emperor and his wife, after fusing their martial souls, also reached the threshold of Super Douluo; and Tang Hao, relying on the Clear Sky Technique and Ning Fengzhi's support, also reached level 95. These three Super Douluo-level warriors supported them in escaping the encirclement of ordinary Title Douluos.

However, the huge commotion at the Papal Palace also attracted the attention of the elders. The Fifth Elder, Demon Bear Douluo, the Sixth Elder, Thousand Jun Douluo, and the Seventh Elder, Demon Subduing Douluo, joined the battle at the same time, working together with Qian Xunji to annihilate the invading Tang Hao and his group.

The Netherworld White Tiger, Sword Douluo, and Tang Hao were all entangled by their opponents, leaving Ning Fengzhi unprotected. He was ambushed and killed first by Yu Luomian. Sword Douluo, his eyes bloodshot with rage, recklessly charged at Yu Luomian. After Yu Luomian's death, Sword Douluo himself was also severely injured by Thousand-Pound Douluo's soul skill.

Knowing their mission had failed, Tang Hao and Sword Douluo, despite their injuries, unleashed their full power to force their opponents back before fleeing the Spirit Hall in a sorry state. The three elders, burdened with the responsibility of protecting Qian Renxue, did not pursue them. Even if the other Title Douluos rashly gave chase, they would be no match for the four. Under Qian Xunji's orders, they continued to guard Spirit City.

The old emperor of Xingluo, Tang Hao, and Sword Douluo fled back to Xingluo City in a state of constant fear and trepidation.

As dawn broke, two beams of light, one reaching the heavens and the other the City of Slaughter, rose from the directions of Martial Soul City and the City of Slaughter, respectively. Within the golden holy light and the blood-red divine light, there was a phantom image of a female deity, each a thousand meters tall. The exquisite faces of the deities resembled Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.

Qian Renxue's angel statue is elegant, holy, noble, and majestic, spreading warm holy light to the world; Bibi Dong's Asura statue is cold, righteous, magnificent, and imposing, its murderous aura covering the continent is chilling and piercing, turning half the sky red.

In the God Realm, Yang Ping'an had just finished eating one when he sensed the auras of the Angel God and the Asura God from Douluo Continent. He immediately stopped his communication with Xiao Lü and the other gods. After apologizing to them, Yang Ping'an's divine sense transformed into a beam of divine light and left the God Realm amidst the shocked gazes of Xiao Lü and the others.

At the Broken Clan's stronghold, Yang Ping'an's divine consciousness returned to its place and connected with heaven and earth, transforming into a divine statue thousands of meters tall. Brilliant golden divine light emanated from the statue, vast and ethereal, its natural aura drawing people in, yet leaving them wondering how to follow in the footsteps of the god.

The dazzling golden light, the holy light of angels, and the divine light of Asuras shone brightly. Under Yang Ping'an's active control, the three gods appeared to be able to stand on equal footing and occupy their own territories.

On the continent, everyone could look up and see the three divine statues in the sky. People from the Martial Soul Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire knelt and bowed to the three gods. Even in the Star Luo Empire's army, many people bowed to the Angel God. On this day, everyone felt the glory of the gods.