Douluo Continent: Protect Our Spirit Hall

Chapter 810 Asura Mark

Hearing the Blue Silver King recount the past and having his thoughts exposed, Tang Hao was speechless.

Of course, he wouldn't admit it. He just stiffened his neck, his face cold, raised the Haotian Hammer, pointed it angrily at the Blue Silver King, and said hatefully, "Blue Silver King, I am Ah Yin's husband, and Xiao San is Ah Yin's bloodline. How dare you deprive him of his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline? Aren't you afraid Ah Yin will blame you? Hurry up and return his bloodline."

Tang Hao's mention of Tang San only made things worse. The Blue Silver King's expression darkened further. His eyes, which had been filled with intelligence and gentleness, narrowed, then became deep and dangerous. He sneered, "So this kid is your son. Heh heh, very well indeed. Since that's the case, then let's settle all our old and new scores together. You'll all die together."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura emanating from the Blue Silver King suddenly surged, and a powerful mental fluctuation erupted.

At the same time, its plant body is also undergoing rapid changes.

The infusion of massive amounts of blue life energy caused its trunk to rapidly grow larger and taller, quickly transforming into a towering tree tens of meters high, with countless branches bearing golden veins hanging down, obscuring a large portion of the sky.

The powerful aura of the soul beast was released without reservation.

Seeing this bizarre scene and sensing the powerful soul beast aura suddenly erupting from the other party's true form, Tang Hao's eyes widened almost instantly, as if he was so shocked that he lost control of his expression.

His mouth gaped open, unable to close for a long time. Only after a while did he mutter to himself, incredulously saying, "This aura... a Title Douluo level, a 100,000-year-old soul beast? How is that possible?"

Suddenly, he snapped out of his daze and loudly questioned Blue Silver Emperor, "Isn't your cultivation only over 85,000 years? How can it be 100,000 years?"

That's because...

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At this moment, the human body that the Blue Silver King had conjured was slowly merging into its true form. Only when the body completely disappeared did it loudly laugh and reply, "I am the Blue Silver Emperor!"

"How is this possible? This is Ah Yin's ability, how could you..."

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Upon hearing the words of the Blue Silver King, Tang Hao was momentarily dazed. He couldn't believe that the other party was already the Blue Silver Emperor, but looking at the enormous plant that suddenly appeared before him, which blotted out the sky, he had no choice but to believe it.

Tang Hao had witnessed the Blue Silver Emperor's true form and felt its aura.

Before Ah Yin sacrificed herself, she had used her Blue Silver Emperor form to fight alongside him. Although this Blue Silver Emperor form only existed in the form of a martial soul, he would never forget the unique aura of the Blue Silver Emperor.

The true form of the Blue Silver King before them was even more terrifying than Ah Yin back then, and the aura unique to the Blue Silver Emperor was many times stronger.

After all, Ah Yin was only a Soul Emperor who had just entered the mature stage, and her cultivation was only equivalent to a 20,000-year-old Soul Beast.

The Blue Silver Emperor before them, however, was a genuine Title Douluo-level, 100,000-year-old soul beast.

It was obvious that it wasn't lying; it truly was a genuine Blue Silver Emperor.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao's face instantly darkened, and he cursed inwardly, "Damn it!"

But Tang Hao had no time to think. As the Blue Silver Emperor's aura erupted, the entire Blue Silver Forest seemed to come alive. Everything with a bit of intelligence, whether soul beasts or plants, focused its attention on it and released intense killing intent.

This murderous intent was directed at the father and son in the forest.

Intense golden light cascaded down from the massive body of the Blue Silver Emperor, causing the already lush Blue Silver Grass around it to grow wildly, each plant at least as thick as an adult's arm, with vines spreading out from all sides in a menacing manner.

murderous look!

As a God of Slaughter who had passed the Hell Road Trial in the City of Slaughter and obtained the God of Slaughter Domain, Tang Hao was extremely sensitive to killing intent.

A strong sense of crisis washed over him, and Tang Hao's eyes twitched wildly. He realized that in just a moment, he was surrounded by Blue Silver Grass, and it wasn't the ordinary Blue Silver Grass that could be found everywhere in Douluo Continent.

Nourished by the imperial might of the Blue Silver Emperor, each of these Blue Silver Grasses possesses the cultivation level of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.

The father and son were completely surrounded.

Just as the Blue Silver King was about to attack him and his son, Tang Hao suddenly roared, "Wait! Blue Silver King, look at this! This is Ah Yin, your king! How dare you harm my son and me in front of your king?!"

He raised his right hand high, dragging a crudely shaped stone basin in which a half-dead Blue Silver Grass was planted.

Tang Hao's roar actually made the Blue Silver King, no, the current Blue Silver Emperor, who was about to make a move pause for a moment: "What? Our king? Our king returned long ago, and then left again with our benefactor. He is living in the Holy City of the Spirit Hall, the largest spirit master force in the human world."

Following Tang Hao's raised right hand, the Blue Silver Emperor released a wisp of spiritual power to probe towards him.

In the blink of an eye, it realized that the Blue Silver Grass growing in the stone basin was not their king at all; it was just an ordinary Blue Silver Grass, not even a native of the Blue Silver Forest, but an ordinary offspring growing outside. Of course, it could also be considered one of their subjects.

As the vines swayed, the Blue Silver Emperor casually scattered a ray of golden light, which landed on the ordinary offshoot in the stone basin.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

The Blue Silver Grass that Tang Hao was holding high in his right hand miraculously came back to life. It was no longer wilted and half-dead. Instead, it became sentient and bowed down to the Blue Silver Emperor to show its respect.

Once all of this was done, the Blue Silver Grass, which had just developed sentience, suddenly emitted a strong spiritual fluctuation, from which a faint voice emerged—surprisingly, a male voice.

All that could be heard was it crying and pleading with the Blue Silver Emperor, "My king, my king, please save me! I'm being tortured to death by this father and son!"

"This man is a devil, he's mentally unstable. He actually treats me like a former king, how disgusting! King, please free me, I don't want to stay by this devil's side anymore..."

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Suddenly, Tang Hao heard a series of accusatory mental fluctuations emanating from the Blue Silver Grass in the stone basin—a male voice, no less. He froze, completely petrified: "What's going on? Isn't this Blue Silver Grass Ah Yin? Why is the voice male? Where is my Ah Yin?..."

At this moment, Tang Hao felt his mind was filled with questions, buzzing around.

But soon, he remembered someone, someone he once thought was Ah Yin reincarnated—the girl in the Spirit Hall's second team who looked almost exactly like Ah Yin. That girl's name was Ye Lan.

In a daze, Tang Hao seemed to realize something: "Spirit Hall! It's you again, Spirit Hall... Damn it!"

However, there was someone even more enraged than him. Hearing the cries of that foreign Blue Silver Grass subject, the Blue Silver Emperor was already furious: "You bastard! How dare you mistreat our people and even use them to impersonate our king! You deserve to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick, blue-silver vine covered with golden patterns slammed down on Tang Hao without leaving any room for retreat.

Despite the perilous situation, Tang Hao's fighting instincts remained sharp. He quickly recovered from his shock and anger, immediately performing a series of rolls to narrowly avoid the danger.

As he rolled around, he threw away the Blue Silver Grass in his hand, but didn't forget to scoop up his son Tang San, who was lying dead on the ground, and tuck him under his arm.

A loud bang.

The thick blue-silver vines brushed past Tang Hao and his son, crashing to the ground with a thud. A long, narrow crater, several meters long and half a meter wide, instantly appeared, with countless cracks spreading outwards.

Having failed in one attack, the Blue Silver Emperor was not about to give up. His powerful spiritual energy instantly spread throughout the entire Blue Silver Forest: "Kill them!"

At a command, all the Blue Silver Grass in the Blue Silver Forest sprang into action.

The surrounding Blue Silver Grass launched the first attack, including the one that Tang Hao brought.

Entangling, thrusting, binding, ambushing... they will stop at nothing to affect or harm Tang Hao's actions, and they will do anything that can do so without fear of life or death.

If there are any losses, the nearby Blue Silver Grass will replenish them and continue to join the battle, while the Blue Silver Grass in the distance will be responsible for providing a continuous source of life energy.

This is how Blue Silver Grass fights.

It has never been an individual or a single blade of grass, but an entire tribe or a whole forest, working together to launch a joint attack.

In addition to facing the harassment of the surrounding Blue Silver Grass, Tang Hao also faced the even more terrifying and powerful attacks of the Blue Silver Emperor. Countless thick vines rained down on him one after another.

With his son in tow, Tang Hao was somewhat restricted in his movements and couldn't keep dodging by rolling around indefinitely, so he quickly found himself on the defensive.

"A messy cape!"

Seeing that dodging was impossible, Tang Hao had no choice but to unleash the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate technique, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. Against this dense barrage of attacks, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique proved even more effective.

Hammer after hammer, he parried every single attack that came his way.

At the same time, Tang Hao's eyes began to turn blood red, and a blood red light rapidly spread out from his body, forming a hemispherical halo in a short while, enveloping all the Blue Silver Grass in the surrounding area, including the huge Blue Silver Emperor.

"Domain of the God of Slaughter!"

A deep voice echoed through the forest, and Tang Hao uttered those four words almost through gritted teeth.

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to explode in the air, containing a pure and domineering killing intent that made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Spirit world.

Enveloped in clouds and mist, it is magnificent and beautiful.

Within the divine realm's central area, which resembled a fairyland, a colossal, blood-red palace, hundreds of feet tall, stood majestically.

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This is the Temple of Asura, the residence of the Asura God King, one of the five great god-kings of the divine realm, the law enforcement god who governs the order of the divine realm.

Inside the temple, the towering Asura God, clad in blood-red armor and shrouded in a terrifying aura of slaughter, sat atop the Blood Sword Throne. Suddenly, as if sensing something, He abruptly opened His eyes.

Instinctively, He raised His right hand and pinched out a wisp of blood-red mist.

One day in the divine realm is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm.

Only two years have passed in Douluo Continent, and only two days in the God Realm. The Asura God was recently relieved of his authority to monitor the subordinate worlds by the Evil God King, and is currently under constant surveillance by the Destruction God King. Naturally, he has no opportunity to openly monitor and influence the lower realms.

But he still had a backup plan, which was the Asura Mark he had left behind. As long as the mark was activated, it would be sensed.

The Asura God's eyes were quickly veiled by a crimson divine light, as if some scene was being played out in a flowing reflection.

Almost instantly, He understood the predicament that Tang Hao and his son Tang San were facing on the Douluo Continent. He couldn't help but frown slightly, as things seemed to be developing differently than he had expected.

The Asura God picked up the crimson mist in his hand, about to throw it down, but just as He was about to intervene, He seemed to sense something was about to arrive, and quickly dismissed the thought, waving his hand as if nothing had happened to disperse the wisp of crimson mist in his hand.

As expected.

A pair of illusory eyes, entirely purple and carrying a vast sense of destruction, quickly appeared in the void outside, staring intently at the Asura Temple where they were located, the surveillance intent of which was obvious.

Who else could own these illusory eyes but his mortal enemy, the God of Destruction? Only he is the one who loves to meddle and comes to monitor him from time to time.

"hehe!"

The Asura God chuckled coldly, not wanting to pay any attention, and closed his eyes to continue his cultivation.

Wuhun City.

A horse-drawn carriage drove out from the south gate of Wuhun City.

This was a carriage that was neither ordinary nor luxurious, yet the cost of transporting it was not cheap.

In the Douluo Continent, only Soul Masters of high status who value comfort would typically choose such a mode of transportation.

The carriage traveled at a slow speed, heading south towards the Starfall Empire after leaving the city.

The coachman was a middle-aged man, dressed in the ordinary, close-fitting clothes typical of Soul Masters. He appeared rather short, and his skin was quite dark, perhaps due to frequent exposure to wind and sun. However, he possessed a cultivation level above Level 30 Soul Master, making him quite powerful among the carriage drivers.

That is quite remarkable.

The coachman might be of average appearance, but the two passengers in his carriage were undeniably handsome men and beautiful women.

The man was a young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a tall and straight posture. He was dressed in a black outfit, which, although a common and ordinary style, could not hide his handsomeness and extraordinary temperament.

Peaceful and serene, detached and serene, it makes people feel very comfortable, like being bathed in a spring breeze.

The woman also looked young, wearing a pinkish-purple women's fitted dress that accentuated her perfect figure. Her full head of pinkish-purple hair was not tied up, but cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

Her fair skin and near-perfect appearance made her stand out from the crowd, especially the noble air she exuded, which was unforgettable.

Noble, elegant, serene—all sorts of beautiful words seem to be able to describe her.