Douluo Continent: This Tang San is different

Chapter 80 The Fallen Appear, the Transmigrator is Killed

Yang Long knelt on the ground. His ruptured internal organs and broken ribs made it impossible for him to stand up. The dragon-patterned spear in his hand gradually dissipated and returned to his body.

Given the severity of his physical injuries, Yang Long could not possibly use his soul power to stop the damage.

Soul power carries the properties of a martial soul. His martial soul is the Dragon Pattern Spear, which mutated from the Soul Breaking Spear. It has no healing properties at all. Using soul power will only cause him to suffer more serious injuries.

"No wonder he's a beast... he's just... just cruel." Yang Long gritted his teeth, glared at Xiao Wu, and cursed viciously.

"When it comes to cruelty, I can't compare to you humans." Xiao Wu was angry, but she still didn't kill Yang Long. "This time, I'll spare you, and I don't care how you found out my identity, but if you dare to tell anyone, I will definitely not hold back next time."

In reality, Xiao Wu knew that only if Yang Long died could her secret be preserved, but she couldn't bring herself to kill him.

Murder was far too cruel for a girl who was a hundred thousand years old (though she might not have actually cultivated for a hundred thousand years)...

Yang Long watched Xiao Wu's departing figure and cursed inwardly, "Is this a mercy? If I don't get timely treatment, I definitely won't survive. I must find a healing-type Soul Master."

After Xiao Wu disappeared from sight, Yang Long took out a white jade bottle from his storage soul tool, poured out a pill, swallowed it, and his complexion gradually improved.

Besides possessing the Soul-Breaking Spear martial spirit, the Po clan is also exceptional in their research on medicine, and naturally has some healing medicines.

Just as he stood up, a blood-red short sword pierced through Yang Long's chest.

Strangely, this blood-red short sword was still absorbing Yang Long's blood, soul power, and even soul.

"Uh...this is...an evil spirit master?!"

Yang Long looked horrified and tried to resist, but after being pierced by the short sword, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he could only tremble slightly, unable to exert any force.

"An evil spirit master?" An aged voice sounded from behind, revealing a wrinkled face. "Heh heh, aren't we people called the Fallen? Well, the title 'evil spirit master' is quite fitting. I'll take it, hehehe!"

Accompanied by eerie and terrifying laughter, Yang Long's body visibly withered away, and he finally lost his life with a look of regret on his face.

Yang Long, now a dried-up corpse, was kicked away by the Fallen One behind him. He examined the red short sword in his hand, which was nearly as thick as his palm and thirty centimeters long, and revealed a satisfied expression: "Humans are indeed the best tonic, especially since this person is actually a Soul Master. It's even more of a tonic, allowing my soul power to go directly from level twenty-eight to level thirty... Last time, I was almost discovered by the Spirit Hall. I can get revenge after I obtain my third soul ring... No, I should be more cautious and wait until I become stronger."

The white-haired Fallen took the storage soul tool from Yang Long and hung it on his waist: "As expected of a rich kid, you even have such a precious thing as a storage soul tool. But now it's mine. Next, I'll go hunt soul beasts and continue to let my martial soul seize the cultivation of others."

Two and a half days later.

Yang Long's mummified body was discovered by villagers in a village near the woods.

The city lord of Notting City and Matthew of the Spirit Hall immediately sent people over together, and the Spirit Hall eventually confirmed that it was the Fallen One who did it.

"The Fallen!"

Lord Notting was shocked. Looking at Yang Long, who had turned into a dried-up corpse, he had to admit that this man had asked him for the seal that allowed him to wield a long spear just a few days ago.

Who would have thought that he would die like this?

"Judging from the wounds on his body, he should be the criminal that our Spirit Hall is currently hunting, Blood Sword Norman."

Matthew's expression was extremely solemn. "He was over sixty years old and a level twenty-eight Great Soul Master. Out of jealousy, he embarked on the path of plundering the cultivation of others."

"Such people usually obtain something extremely dangerous or a secret technique, and cannot suppress their greed, causing them to fall and degenerate in their desires, eventually leading to a distortion of their thinking that is almost impossible to change."

"We suspect that the recent disappearances in the western part of the city are also related to him."

Lord Notting said, "If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know. Don't hesitate, I'll do my best to assist you."

The Fallen Ones are an extremely dangerous group of people who drink human blood, steal soul power, and are even rumored to be able to devour the souls of others. They are very strange and evil.

In the past, Notting City would have fought with Matthew for control of this matter, but now, he avoids it like the plague.

The degenerate are all madmen; none of them have a normal mind. They will never compromise for the sake of profit, or rather, they will never compromise for the profit that a normal person could offer.

Therefore, it's best to let the Spirit Hall handle it.

"Lord City, please rest assured, it is the duty of our Spirit Hall to hunt down the Fallen Ones. We will definitely find a way to capture Blood Sword Norman."

Matthew assured Lord Notting that after sending him back to the Lord's mansion, he would immediately summon Su Yuntao, Sisi, and other Great Soul Master level members, temporarily forming three Great Soul Master level teams to search the vicinity.

Unfortunately, nothing was gained.

Blood Sword Norman clearly possesses a certain degree of counter-tracking ability, given his ability to evade the Spirit Hall's search.

Tang San learned of Yang Long's death from Su Yuntao a day later and was somewhat surprised: "Yang Long is dead? Killed by the Fallen Ones?"

Su Yuntao nodded: "That's right. I was there at the time. The body was already dried up, without a drop of blood... The Fallen are more despicable than those rich and heartless nobles. Nobles are still human, but the Fallen are not even human."

"Didn't Yang Long's family find their way here?" Tang San asked.

"Not yet." Su Yuntao shook his head. "Soul Masters born into such large families usually awaken their Martial Soul within their family. When they travel outside, they might just find a branch of the Spirit Hall to record their information, and their names might not even be their real names. Therefore, it's difficult to contact them about which family they were born into."

"If a martial soul has distinctive features, such as the Upper Three Sects or the Lower Four Sects, it is easier to investigate. His martial soul is the Dragon Pattern Spear, which is relatively rare. It may have mutated from an ordinary spear. There are many families on the continent whose martial souls are spear-type."

Tang San understood. In short, it boils down to four words: impossible to investigate.

However, Tang San guessed that the name "Yang Long" was probably his real name, and the surname "Yang" might indicate that he came from the Po clan. Unfortunately, the Po clan is now in decline and doesn't have the resources to send experts to protect such a genius secretly, otherwise Yang Long wouldn't have been killed by the Fallen Ones.

This also made Tang San realize that transmigrators are not invincible.

This is not.

One person died.

However, Blood Sword Norman is said to be only level 28, while Yang Long is at least a Soul Venerable. Even though he was limited by his environment, he was still able to be ambushed and killed. Isn't there something wrong with that?

Then, after hearing about this, Xiao Wu found Tang San and told him about how Yang Long had followed her, been lured to the woods by her, and ultimately defeated by her.

In this passage, Xiao Wu omits the fact that Yang Long revealed her identity as a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

"So that's why he was so easily ambushed by a Great Soul Master, and a Great Soul Master who was over sixty years old at that. So you've already seriously injured him." Tang San was speechless, and realized that Xiao Wu's strength was now completely different from before, and could not be compared to the "protagonist's anger trigger" in the original work.

"You won't blame me, will you?" Xiao Wu blinked her big, watery eyes, trying to gain Tang San's sympathy.

"No." Tang San shook his head. "Just don't tell anyone about this. Although that guy didn't have good intentions, if people find out that you're involved, there will still be a lot of trouble."

(End of this chapter)