Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

But everyone knew the outcome.

The seven members of the Haotian Sect—

Total annihilation.

There was no trace of the body, not even a scrap of clothing remained.

The rain gradually subsided and stopped, but strange water droplets hung on the eaves and the soul-guiding barrier. Despite the absence of sunlight, they shimmered with iridescent colors from every angle.

Calming the Waves.

There is neither wind nor rain nor sunny.

The dragon's shadow had vanished from the clouds.

Kong Tianxu stood proudly on the platform, with seven red soul rings slowly rotating behind him, emitting a faint red light.

The oppressive aura of the Dragon God's bloodline still enveloped the entire area.

At this moment, everyone who possessed a beast martial soul, especially a dragon-type martial soul—the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Xu Tianran, Xuanzi, Long Xiaoyao, and even Beibei, who had come to watch the battle today—felt as if suppressed by an invisible force, unable to lift their heads.

The Dragon God Bloodline Martial Soul is something that no one in the tens of thousands of years of Soul Master history has ever even heard of.

And right now, it's standing right here.

The Sky-Piercing Spear had appeared in Kong Tianxu's hand at some unknown time.

The incandescent spear gleamed with a chilling light in the post-rain twilight. Faint fluctuations of soul power flowed along its shaft, as if a slumbering beast were awakening.

He pointed the gun at Tang Qian, raised his right hand, and slowly swept it across his neck, reciprocating the gesture that Tang Erhe had made to him earlier.

Same action, same meaning.

But what Kong Tianxu did at this moment had a completely different meaning.

He hadn't taken out the Sky-Piercing Spear before, but now he was so ostentatious, which clearly had a deeper meaning.

This shot is reserved specifically for you.

Tang Qian's face was so pale it was almost transparent. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a word.

Run! Run!

The thought flashed wildly through his mind.

When he was truly on the verge of death, he suddenly realized that he still didn't want to die. He wanted to live, wanted to escape from here, wanted to hide somewhere Kong Tianxu couldn't find him.

He staggered to his feet and staggered backward. The once mighty Super Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect was now as pathetic as a stray dog.

Tang Qian's figure disappeared at the end of the passage.

The Haotian Sect is now completely empty.

Kong Tianxu withdrew his gaze, glancing almost imperceptibly at the podium, and sent a subtle spiritual message to Zhongli Wu.

"Walk."

The Holy Spirit followers followed him out in single file.

Zhongli Wu glanced at Xu Tianran's pale face, pressed down on his numb tongue, and said calmly:

"Your Highness, I am feeling unwell and must take my leave now."

Then, his figure disappeared into the darkness.

In the Shrek stands, a figure also quietly left.

Zheng Zhan shivered, his body growing cold. He looked at the empty seats of the Holy Spirit Cult, then at the even more desolate waiting area of ​​the Haotian Sect, and for a moment he didn't know how to declare victory in this battle.

……

After leaving the competition venue and walking through a long corridor, the Holy Spirit Church group suddenly parted ways after a brief conversation.

Kong Tianxu walked alone through the alley. The alley was wet after the rain, and the air was filled with the smell of earth. His footsteps were very light, almost inaudible.

He stopped in a secluded corner.

“Come out,” he said.

Zhongliwu emerged from the shadows and bowed in greeting.

Kong Tianxu turned around and looked at him: "There's no need to hold back against the Haotian Sect members; annihilate them all."

Zhongliwu's eyes lit up.

"Yes."

"Call me to come along."

"As ordered."

Zhongli Wu lowered his head deeply.

Chapter 296 Heaven's Heart Shapes the Soul, An Old Lover Amidst a Hundred Flowers

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Holy Spirit Cult was heading back towards the cheering crowds lining both sides of the contestants' tunnel.

The cheers rose in waves, the frenzied shouts echoing through the passageway, almost shattering eardrums.

Countless hands reached over the railing, trying to touch these figures who were accompanied by miracles.

Cain walked at the front, oblivious to everything around her. Xu Tianzhen followed beside her, occasionally nodding to the cheering audience, which only made the screams even louder.

Nan Qiuqiu chattered excitedly to Tang Ya, as excited as a sparrow.

Tang Ya kept her head down and walked silently to the far side of the line, almost touching the edge of the passage. She didn't hear a word Nan Qiuqiu said.

When the projection of Tang San's ancestor appeared, did I stand up? Did I shout something? And did I lose my composure a bit?

Tang Ya rubbed her cheeks, thinking anxiously.

The shocking scene was still replaying in her mind: the illusory image of Tang San's ancestor, the Sea God, which was exactly the same as the legend; the long roar of the seven-colored dragon that suppressed all things; and the collision that was like a duel between true gods.

Just then, a figure walked past the side of the group.

He was an ordinary figure, barely noticeable in the crowd except for his tall but slightly hunched posture. He wore a drab gray cloak, his head down, and walked hurriedly.

As he passed by Tang Ya, he vaguely heard a crackling sound, as if an electric current was passing by.

Extremely subtle, so fleeting as to be almost imperceptible.

It was him...he found out?

But Tang Ya's body suddenly stiffened, as if she had instinctively made some kind of movement, and a very faint fluctuation of soul power vanished in an instant.

Even before she did it, Cain glanced over.

The figure that had been blending into the crowd had disappeared around the street corner, disappearing into the dense, dark mass of people, and could no longer be discerned.

Cain's gaze lingered in that direction for a moment before slowly returning to Tang Ya.

"Is something wrong?"

"……fine."

Despite countless internal struggles, when Cain actually asked her, Tang Ya made her instinctive choice.

She pursed her lips and silently extinguished the dark blue, ball-shaped spiderweb binding in her palm, her expression remaining completely unchanged.

Don't let Tang Ya's usual carefree attitude fool you; she might even be considered a bit silly around Kong Tianxu and Nan Qiuqiu. But within the Holy Spirit Cult, she's considered a mid-to-high-level member.

Having mingled with all sorts of people for several years, she does have a bit of cunning.

Cain withdrew his gaze, said nothing, and continued walking forward.

Nothing.

That means something's wrong.

Watching that slender figure rejoin the group, Tang Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know if her disguise was successful, but at least for the moment, Cain didn't ask any further questions.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was not on her, she quietly spread out her hands.

A small patch of charred spider webs, burned black by electricity, suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

The spiderweb was originally blue and as tough as steel, one of her most proficient soul control skills. But now, it had been scorched black and curled by a tiny electric current, so fragile that it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Tang Ya subtly shook her hand.

The Tang Clan's ultimate martial art: Controlling Cranes and Capturing Dragons.

Back then, Tang Ya's parents had limited talent, and they themselves hadn't even mastered the Tang Clan's major martial arts techniques.

The reason she can use it so skillfully now is because Beibei herself spent a lot of her own cultivation time learning it on her own, and then taught her again.

As Tang Ya made subtle movements, the charred spider web fragments slowly moved, gradually revealing the shape of characters.

It's just a few simple words, only the time and place.

This is an invitation letter.

Tang Ya raised her head and looked at the street at the end of the chaotic crowd not far away.

The crowd was so large that it was impossible to see what was happening inside.

There was a deep sense of confusion in her eyes.

To go or not to go?

At the end of the street in her line of sight, Beibei lifted the hood of her head.

His pale face no longer showed any sign of weakness. At this moment, his eyes were filled with excitement and barely contained emotion.

Xiaoya really does remember her.

A spiderweb binds, and a thunderous roar.

This is a combo skill they developed together back then – Love Net.

Beibei clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her turbulent emotions.

"The net of love is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it. I will not repeat the mistake of my senior sister, Xiaoya. This time, I will definitely catch you."

At the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition, Huo Yuhao looked around, his eyes constantly searching through the crowd.