Douluo Continent: Twin Golden and Silver Dragons Shock Bibi Dong

It was a blood-red magnetic field, indestructible and repelling all external forces.

"This is……"

Bibi Dong stared at the eerie pink magnetic field, her eyes filled with astonishment and shock. "Not a self-destruction?! This is... a sacrifice?!"

The center of the magnetic field.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Looking at Xuan Hao, who was so close to her, A Rou's eyes, which had been filled with determination, were now filled with endless tenderness and gratitude.

"Little one..."

Arou's voice was soft, yet it reached Xuanhao's ears clearly, "Thank you for saving Xiaowu."

Xuan Hao lowered his head, his body unable to move or respond due to the immense pressure of the energy. His heart trembled, his eyes burned, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He just didn't want to owe anyone a favor.

But now...

Don't be sad.

Arou reached out and gently stroked Xuanhao's cheek; her body was already burning.

"I don't hate humans, but I hate those who are greedy."

"Since they want my spirit ring and spirit bone, I'll refuse to give them to them."

"As a token of gratitude, and also to prevent this cultivation from being wasted..."

Arou slowly closed her eyes, and the burning flame of life within her body instantly ignited her 100,000-year-old cultivation essence.

"This gift is for you."

"boom--!!"

The moment the words fell.

At this moment, all of Arou's life force, soul, and cultivation were burned away without reservation.

A towering, blood-red pillar of light shot into the sky, completely enveloping Xuan Hao.

That was not a flame of destruction, but a furnace of rebirth.

Sacrifice!

At the cost of their lives, disregarding the physical endurance of the sacrificed and the limitations of their soul power level, they forcibly and perfectly integrate their soul rings, soul bones, and all their cultivation into the other's body!

Chapter 26 The Little Stick Receives the Big Stick

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The Papal Palace, the solitary confinement chamber.

The environment here is much worse than the side hall last time. It is surrounded by thick obsidian walls, with only a small ventilation window at the top.

Xuan Hao sat cross-legged on the cold, hard stone bed, staring at the blood-red soul ring pulsating between his fingertips, his expression somewhat dazed.

Level 35.

Arou's sacrifice not only gave him a unique 100,000-year third soul ring, but also raised his soul power by thirteen levels, directly allowing him to leap from a Great Soul Master to the middle level of Soul Venerable.

Not to mention the 100,000-year-old soft-boned rabbit's left leg bone, which was radiating warmth and perfectly integrated with his left leg.

This is a golden opportunity to rise to the top in one step.

But all Xuanhao wanted to do at that moment was cry.

"This time... we've really messed up."

Xuan Hao withdrew his soul power and leaned against the wall in a somewhat dejected manner.

It has been a full two weeks since I returned to the Papal Palace.

After Bibi Dong threw him in, she never showed her face again.

There was no scolding, no beatings, and even the maid who usually brought meals became mute.

This deathly silence was a thousand times more terrifying than the last one.

In the past, if he caused a little trouble, Bibi Dong would scold him or even beat him up, which would be a minor matter.

But what about this time?

Because of his "tipsy" and "troublemaking," Bibi Dong lost two 100,000-year-old soul beasts that were almost within her grasp, and also lost two sets of soul rings and soul bones.

Anyone would go crazy from such a loss.

Xuan Hao touched his left leg and shivered.

Although they had spent two years together and Bibi Dong had indeed treated him well, in the face of absolute interests, what is the so-called master-disciple relationship really worth?

He dared not gamble.

If you win the bet, you can continue to be a favored disciple.

If you lose the bet, your life is in danger.

So he had to run!

Where there is life, there is hope.

It's not too late for him to come back and apologize after he's made a name for himself outside, or even become a Title Douluo.

If you stay here now, you'll be nothing more than fish on a cutting board!

The 100,000-year-old left leg bone that Arou left him gave him two very useful soul skills.

First, Beyond the Dream. This is a top-tier mental illusion skill that can force the opponent into the most beautiful dream or the most terrifying nightmare. Unless their mental strength far surpasses the opponent's, it is extremely difficult for them to break free.

Secondly, teleportation.

This is the ultimate skill for escaping!

Within a 100-meter range, it ignores terrain and allows for instantaneous teleportation. Furthermore, there is no cooldown period; as long as one has sufficient soul power, one can perform an infinite series of teleportations. Each teleportation consumes only one percent of one's soul power.

In other words, he can even teleport several kilometers in one breath!

In addition, although the Silver Dragon Martial Soul has not yet been equipped with a Soul Ring, it has an innate and extremely strong affinity for the elements.

In addition, over the past two years, thanks to the cultivation methods given to him by Bibi Dong, his control over mental power has also become very strong.

As his mental energy spread outward, the surrounding elements such as wind, light, and earth acted like tiny eyes and ears, clearly transmitting the layout of the Papal Palace and the positions of the guards into his mind.

"Route planning complete."

Xuan Hao opened his eyes and took out paper and pen from his storage ring.

Although he had decided to run away, he couldn't be too heartless since they had been master and disciple.

He chewed on his pen for a moment, then wrote a heartfelt farewell letter with flowing strokes:

[To my dearest elder sister:]

See the word as the face.

By the time my sister saw this letter, I had already flown far away.

I know I've committed a grave error during this trip to the Starry Sky Forest, causing my sister immense losses. I am filled with remorse and cannot sleep at night. Every time I think of the disappointment in my sister's eyes, my heart aches.

But I'm more afraid that my sister might tear me apart in a fit of anger.

As the ancients said: "Take a small stick, run away from a big one."

It means that when parents or teachers hit you with a stick, it's part of the discipline, and you have to endure it.

But if they hit you with a big stick, it could kill you. You have to run away quickly, so you don't put your parents and teachers in a bad position.

I think my sister's anger right now is probably at the level of a super big stick.

To save my own life and to prevent my sister from being branded a murderer, I decided to go out and lay low for a while.

Xuanhao will never forget his elder sister's kindness in teaching him.

When my sister calms down or forgets about this, I will definitely come back and serve her like a slave, taking care of her in her old age and seeing her off in her final days (crossed out)... to be filial to my sister!

—From your worthless and cowardly disciple, Xuan Hao.

After finishing writing, Xuanhao blew the ink dry, folded the letter, and respectfully placed it in the most conspicuous position on the stone bed.

Then, he stood up, walked to the ventilation window, and looked at the sky outside through the crack.

At noon, the sun was blazing.

At this time, the guards of the Papal Palace are changing shifts, and most of the deacons and bishops are having lunch or taking a midday rest, which is the time of day when their vigilance is at its lowest.

Moreover, the Papal Palace is crowded and noisy.

Running away in the middle of the night is suicidal; even the slightest fluctuation of soul power is as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the silent night.

The best time to be the darkest is when things are at their most chaotic and brightest.

"call……"

Xuan Hao took a deep breath to calm his tense emotions.

"I'm sorry, sister, this was an emergency evacuation."

The next second, a flash of silver light appeared in his eyes, and he activated his elemental perception to the fullest extent, instantly locking onto a blind spot in the field of vision of the patrolling guard outside the confinement room.

"Teleportation!"

hum-

The space was slightly distorted. The locked room was empty except for a letter under the pillow, which swayed gently in the breeze.

……

Outside Wuhun City, the night was as dark as ink.

As the last rays of the setting sun were completely swallowed by darkness, a slightly disheveled figure appeared in a desolate forest ten miles away from the north gate of Wuhun City.

"Huh...huh..."

Xuan Hao leaned against a withered tree trunk, panting heavily, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.